Romans & histoires Katherine Forrest Author

The office was in a sleek downtown high-rise, all glass and chrome and expensive art. Katherine Ross met them in a private conference room. She was in her fifties, gray hair pulled back severely, sharp eyes behind designer glasses. "Thank you for coming," she said, gesturing to chairs around a polished table. "I know this is unexpected. Please, sit." Once everyone was seated, Katherine opened a leather portfolio and pulled out several documents. "I've been the executor of Catherine Ashcroft's estate for thirty-two years," she began. "Most of it was straightforward. Properties transferred to William, trust funds established, charitable donations executed according to her will. But there was o

ZORA'S POV The mood in the house that morning was glum. One could feel it in the air. I helped Katherine fold and arrange clothes. I unconsciously did it slowly, as though thinking that if I was stalled enough, I would slow down what was about to happen in the next few minutes. Katherine pulled out another suitcase half filled with clothes. She laid it open beside the one I was currently packing, and glanced at the pile of clothes on the bed. "I guess this set is the last of them," she said.

Chapter 32 Safeword~ Hey Kats, I'll be uploading this book every day at exactly 9pm. I changed jobs and typing has been a lot for me. I hope you all understand and please shower me with your like an comment. it'll go a long way, lovelies. XOXO, Your little writer. Katherine I had a friend in Italy. A beautiful Italian woman that loved money more than men. She had invited me for a girl's sleepover, which I had decided to think over. Although I knew, Alex would not let me go.

“I’m sorry, Boss. I did all that I could but didn’t find anything with regards to that.” Adam nodded in disappointment, knowing Kara was the only one who could shed light on the situation. Ms Katherine wasn’t treated well in the foster home so she left after she clocked 18. She has been fending for herself since then, working multiple jobs, until she eventually landed a job in the Nanny agency. She has been one of their long term staff. Records have it that she’s very good with her job so you need not worry about your children being treated right.” “I think I’ve pointed out the main things. You will find all the other information when you go through the paper.”

“You know… when we got here? I genuinely thought I was just going to detox my soul, drink green smoothies, and maybe cry in a forest or something.” Katherine let out a laugh, light and incredulous. “Same. I mean, I literally packed three journals. Three. Who needs three journals?” “Apparently someone who was about to fall in love,” Carolina teased, eyes gleaming. They paused, letting the silence bloom around them. “It’s crazy,” Katherine said softly, “how I came here running from heartbreak, from guilt, from… everything. And somehow, I found him again. Not just Kingsley—but the man he used to be. The one I fell for. And maybe… someone even better.” She looked down, brushing her fingers over

They weren’t just telling me Katherine’s story. They were teaching me the mansion’s rules. Teaching me how to notice what everyone else pretended was normal. Teaching me how to survive a beautiful prison. My hands trembled as I reached another section—Katherine’s tone shifting into something darker, more confessional. She wrote about resentment like it was a living animal she’d fed in secret. And then she wrote something that made my skin go tight: There are rooms in this house I was forbidden to enter… but behind closed doors, things happened. Decisions were made. Truths were twisted.

I could kill her right now. "All right. Let's start with a two-month trial, and then we'll hire them if everything goes well." She's not going to end everything because of a damn ex. "Nathan?" "Huh?" "Did you hear what I said?" "I'm sorry, you can do as you prefer, I trust you." "Okay. I don't know where your head's at, but it's not here. So how's Katherine doing?" "Huh?" "Your new assistant? The girl who came from the University?"

“Because... it’s a bit, hmm, erotic. And I want you to read it without judging me. Just read it with an open mind. Are you going to promise me that?” The kids exchanged glances but eventually nodded. *************************** Katherine’s POV My full name is Katherine Cassin. Because of the promise I made to my grandchildren, I’ve decided to document this story. Only when they’ve crossed the age of eighteen will they be allowed to read it. This is how it all began...Just like my grand kids, please don’t judge me. Read it with an open mind. I acted according to my impulse.

All these question made Katherine feel even more tempted to call him right then and there demanding of him to return so they could have the date the more she wondered. Katherine released a sigh for the millionth time, her breath escaping in a soft, frustrated huff. She sat at her small wooden desk, the surface cluttered with colored pencils, fabric swatches, and a half-empty cup of cold coffee. The soft glow of the desk lamp cast a warm light over her sketchbook, where she was meticulously sketching out her latest fashion idea. Her pencil moved with practiced ease, tracing elegant lines and curves that would soon become a stunning dress. The act of drawing usually brought her a sense of peac

She cursed as she walked towards her bag and picked up her outfit for the day before stomping off to the washroom to prepare for work. "Ouch…she almost broke my neck!" Harris whimpered, as he sat up and stretched his neck after watching Katherine stomp off to the washroom. Katherine reappeared in the room after almost half an hour in a black knee-high skort worn above black net leggings, a black halter strap tank top, and a black knee-high Italian boot. "Wow! You look as sexy as a mafia queen!" Harris exclaimed after ogling at her for over five minutes since she returned to the room.