Katee Robert Series Novels & Stories

she whispered fiercely. The woman frowned. “What?” she asked. “Rebel. That’s…my name is Rebel.” The woman's frown deepened for a second and then understanding dawned. “Is that what he called you?” Cathy nodded. “My Edward calls me Rebel.” “Your Edward?” the woman chuckled bitterly. “The sick bastard.” She was silent for a long time as she thought about Edward and his sick mind. It was that sick mind that hated Ted so much that had drawn her to him. They had the same goal but even now the extent of the rot in his heart still amazed her. She looked at Cathy with both disgust and pity. “Edward calls me Kitty but you can call me Veronica.”

The tension in the room was palpable, a storm building behind Robert’s eyes. For a long moment, neither man spoke. Then Robert waved him off. “Get out.” When the door closed, Robert exhaled slowly. He set the drink down untouched and turned toward the window. The estate below was quiet, the gardens trimmed to perfection, guards patrolling in silence. To anyone else, it would look like peace. To Robert, it looked like the calm before something inevitable. He moved toward the shelf, running his hand across a row of files until his fingers stopped at one, old, thick, sealed in black leather. The label on the spine read: K. Jackson.

"Move your feet, Robert, or I will put something worse in your cup." He nodded once and turned, his boots clicking against the hard stone floor as he retreated toward the west wing. I watched him go. He was a puzzle piece that did not fit. My mother, Catherine, thought he was a traitor. She was wrong. Robert was many things, a bastard child of a playboy prince from the Blaze Kingdom, but he could not lie to save his life. He was Betty's cousin, though neither of them knew it yet. That little secret was a bomb for another day.

- Bobby both of them suddenly became silent they lower they're heads and a tear slowly falls Dessa, Bhlezy, and Kaye go near them and makes them calm their eyes were already red and swollen due to nonstop crying in a few minutes, Kate stop and calm herself she looks at Uncle Bobby "I and Cherry are the only ones who left in the house due to Father and Mother went to their friends near the market place of Brgy. Karuhatan with our youngest sister"- Kate she tells us that when the purple fog came they are sleeping and when they woke up it is already January 1 they try to go and search for their parents by the zombies are infested outside and the mutated dog nearly ate them

she added, gesturing toward Chloe and Gale, who were already talking in hushed tones up front. "I'm not going to Creedbay for myself, Kate," I breathed quietly. "I'm going for my son." "Well, sure, of course," Kate replied easily. "Okay, if not a new guy, then what about the Blackwood partners? Hanging out with them would be a lot more fun, don't you think?" I blinked, my brows furrowing. "Wait, what? Are they at Creedbay Resort?" Kate nodded, her eyes narrowing slightly in confusion. "They are. Didn't you know?" I slowly shook my head, turning my gaze out the window as the highway blurred past us. I didn’t know.

The sex gods are ‘no strings attached’ men. That only means she has to grip on her feelings for them and at best, keep it away from their knowledge. She was still swimming in mud of thoughts about the twins when her broken-screen phone vibrated again. Fingers fast, she caught her phone in her palms and worked on the receiver tab. “Kate…?” Tiffany’s voice is tiny as it streamed into the speaker and impaled Kate’s ears. The worry note on her sister’s tone is not lost on Kate. Just some minutes ago she heard Gabby’s phone but she couldn’t respond before the line disconnected. She wondered whether

I had overestimated his usefulness and the plan had suffered accordingly. The plan did not stop because the tool broke. It adjusted. A notification appeared on my laptop. My Manhattan proxy had delivered the surveillance file I had requested two weeks ago. I opened it. High-resolution photographs, taken from a respectful distance by someone with a professional lens and good timing. Kate entering the Ashford Culinary Group headquarters on her first official day as executive director. Dressed in a navy suit, hair back, shoulders straight. The building's glass doors reflected her approach. The lobby. Shaking hands with senior staff.

It was the kind of smile that made you want to check if your bag was still closed. I forced a small nod and looked away. I wanted to leave. I needed to leave. But my feet refused to move. I cannot leave Yssa alone with this man. I do not trust Bob. I never have. Something about him always felt slippery. Like he smiled too much. Like he listened only when it benefited him. What if she gets drunk and she loses track. What if he decides tonight is the night he pushes boundaries. I swallowed hard. Yssa turned to me. “Kate you can stay right. Just one drink.”

Robert was sitting at one of the tables in the corner, ignoring his coffee, his steel-blue gaze fixed directly on my face. As soon as our eyes met, a slow, warm smile spread across his lips. My body trembled with pure nervousness. Daniela gave me one last wink and quickly walked away to attend to a customer, leaving me alone in front of the approaching tide. Robert rose with natural elegance and walked toward me. Every step he took seemed to shorten the air in my lungs. “Kate...” he said when he reached me. His voice was husky, attractive, full of a confidence that always made me feel small.

Cardova killed each other in what the public believed was a tragic car accident. But it wasn’t an accident. It was revenge. A final strike. My entire world collapsed after that. I was left alone with my children… …and with a war that never truly ended. Then Katey returned. Just like her father. Greedy. Relentless. Dangerous. And ever since then… she has never stopped coming after this family. PRESENT — HOSPITAL ROOM Silence filled the room once again. I felt cold. My chest tightened painfully. Everything finally made sense now.