Katherine Novel By Anya Seton Novels & Stories

Katherine's mind signaled NO but her head nodded yes and soon she was outside, holding Pretty's leash while walking beside Anderson around the vicinity of his mansion. It was the first time in a long time that he was asking her out for something informal and Katherine assured herself it wasn't any kind of attachment. And that it would be just this once and she would be back to avoiding him. After that walk came something else, something Katherine had vowed to avoid only an hour back. She found herself succumbing to it and with all of her too. Like always, deciding to damn the consequences later. ...

I moved through the house, collecting the shards of broken glass from the floor, wiping the dark stains of Silas’s blood from the tiles, scrubbing harder than necessary as if I could erase everything that had happened tonight. But some stains don’t come out. And no matter how hard I scrubbed, my skin still tingled where Christophe’s presence had hovered too close. By the time I was finished, the clock had ticked past midnight. My body was heavy, exhaustion dragging at me, but sleep wasn’t an option. Not with his voice still echoing in my skull. "Careful, Katherine… if you let me stay, you won’t want me to leave." I gripped the counter to steady myself. It was ridiculous. He was a stranger. A

That night, I didn’t read Katherine’s autobiography like a curious girl. I read it like someone looking for a weakness in the walls. I sat on the floor, back against the bed, knees drawn up. The lamp was dim. The curtains were shut. The room felt smaller than it had the night before. Not because the furniture changed. Because I had. The first page I opened to wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t poetic. It was sharp. At first, the control was subtle…

, Sam interrupted her thoughts after waiting for an answer for nearly a minute. Katherine shook her head to chase away the picture of herself in a white wedding dress pleading several faceless man to marry her that somehow arose from her imagination. That would be a nightmare for her. "Ah, yes. Maybe it really is better that way. When do we set out again?" "Tomorrow at sunrise. I will send more maids to help you pack as this is rather sudden." It really was, and left Katherine stumped for words. Though she had not enough things that it would cause a problem, she would have preferred an earlier notice just to adjust her mind set. "Good... I... I'll better prepare myself then."

Autumn and Selena turned toward the door. Katherine was wearing a smoke-gray dress, her hair tied up in a high ponytail. She looked striking at first glance. Clothes really did make the person. Dressed like this, Katherine looked far better than before. Wealth really did polish people. Sienna snorted under her breath. “Figures. Friends of a country bumpkin, just a whole group of tasteless nobodies.” That dress Katherine wore was already outdated. It was probably some discounted piece from a random brand, cheap and embarrassing.

Two takeout containers sit open on the marble counter, half-finished. The house is no longer waiting. It’s beginning. They don’t turn on every light. Just one lamp they bought on impulse that afternoon, placed on the floor because there’s no table yet. Its glow spills warm and imperfect across bare walls, catching the edges of unpacked frames and unopened books. Katherine sits cross-legged on the floor. Still in her work clothes, but barefoot again. The key rests in her hand. She’s been turning it slowly between her fingers without realizing it — metal catching light, then shadow, then light again.

Katherine walked forward, keeping her eyes away from Anna. She couldn't understand why she was suddenly so frightened. She had always hated Anna ever since she found out she was her husband's mate and that imbecile indulged in her body. Stealing glances at her now, she almost couldn't blame him-- no! sexy or not, that bastard cheated on her! After everything she had done for him! She made him Alpha! She made him a somebody even when his own parents thought it was best for Weston to lead!

Kaidon nodded. “But what does this have to do with me? Are you trying to say that the baby Katherine was pregnant with, might be me? But there's no proof of that.” I crossed my arms, trying to hide that the whole thing was creeping me out, “How did she even manage to kill Katherine and go scott free anyway?” I murmured. In the picture, Katherine was decked in designer clothing, even the way she carried herself with poise and elegance clearly shows that she comes from a very wealthy family that values etiquette.

She twirled round in front of the mirror with a wide smile, “How do I look?” “You are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen.” Her mother’s eyes shone from unshed tears. She hadn’t expected her only daughter to get married at the young age of twenty-one, but she was the only one that could save their company. And getting married to Ken Hart was their only solution. “You look the happiest today.” Katherine nodded in excitement, “I am happy, mum. I am getting married to Ken. I feel like I have achieved everything I wanted in this life.”

Katherine’s POV The next evening, I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection like I was meeting a stranger. The woman looking back at me wasn’t the quiet, careful version I’d been for years. I slipped into a red dress the first time I’d worn one since my wedding. For years, I’d stuck to gray, beige, soft blues. Safe colors. Colors that never drew attention. But tonight, I wanted to be seen. The fabric clung to my body like confidence I hadn’t felt in years. I brushed my hair over one shoulder and applied lipstick the same shade as the dress. My reflection looked… different. Stronger. Colder. The kind of woman who didn’t wait for anyone’s approval.