Katherine Pierce Novels & Stories

The other two wear similar expressions as I shove another piece of the brownie into my mouth. Katy starts a conversation with the two women behind the counter, her voice ratcheting up with each sentence. The name Pierce is mentioned more than once. The hotter than heck city playboy and multimillionaire — hell, he might be a billionaire by now — is in the bed-and-breakfast more than once a week, but I've never seen a woman with him. At least not one under the age of fifty and certainly never this girl.

Katherine's birthday was simple and pleasant, with a cake and presents of Lady Brandon, Shirley, Trumpet, and Lerche. There was even a pair of exquisite earrings send by her Highness the Princess personally. Then there was this particular card of which she didn't know if it was a present or a warning sign. One thing was for sure: she didn't gain a summon by the King just by having birthday, even though that was exactly what stood in the inconspicuous card she found between her presents.

It is full of chocolate, letters, flowers, and other things in a romantic way. She is what every man desires. She's pretty, smart, and has a body of a model. Small waist, big bust, big bum, small face, and not to mention she's 5'6 while I'm 4'11. Not like other beautiful and famous girls, Hilary is such a humble and kind person. Also, the power and money she holds, she's rich and her family owns a famous company in this city. Just imagine how perfect she is? This how good Hilary's life is.

said her mom, but she was immediately interrupted by Catherine, pulling her purse towards her shoulder. “I am so sorry, mom. I...I don’t feel like eating. But I’ll grab breakfast on campus, I promise,” she advised before rushing out of the door and heading over to the school. Mentally reminding herself of her assignments and her flash drive that contained the papers she needed to submit for that day. Catherine was in the midst of scanning through Pride & Prejudice when she heard arguments coming from the dance hall she was passing through.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• Katherine released a sigh, sinking back into the plush leather of the taxi as she left Zayn's penthouse. The driver, a grizzled man with a weathered face, shot her a curious glance through the rearview mirror. It wasn't hard to see why. She looked like she'd stepped straight out of a red carpet gala, an improbable sight on a regular Sunday morning.

Chapter 52 Victoria Kane's hotel suite in Chicago offered a panoramic view of Lake Michigan, a vista most would stop to admire. She noticed none of it. Instead, her attention remained fixed on the tablet in her hand, fingers swiping through news article after news article, each headline worse than the last. "BILLIONAIRE BACHELOR ALEXANDER PIERCE GIFTS $100M NECKLACE TO MYSTERIOUS KANE HEIRESS" "POWER COUPLE ALERT: PIERCE AND KANE SEND SOCIAL MEDIA INTO FRENZY"

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter. Glaring back at Mrs Angela, Daisy's countenance changes from happiness to a mixture of concern and bewilderment. "No, I'm Wade's fiancée," Daisy said, her voice laced with trepidation. "You…my son's fiancée?…aren't you his Secretary at the office?" "Yes, I am ma." Daisy Hunter replied, her gaze intent on Mrs Angela. Staring askance at Daisy, Mrs Angela's gaze was laced with venom. "This can't be." Mrs Angela said as she flung the door shut at Daisy's face.

I said, my voice steady. They both stopped and looked at me. It felt like the air in the room had suddenly gotten thick. "What do you mean, Marcus?" Michelle asked, her eyes narrowing. "Think about it," I said, walking a few steps closer to the sofa. "Katherine’s mum... she wasn't pregnant during those years she was dating those guys in high school. The records show that. But right after high school, she started working as a stripper. At the old Hamilton club." I let that sink in for a beat. Rose and Michelle were staring at me like I was speaking a foreign language.

“Alright. I'll be leaving now, it was nice seeing you again Erica, I hope you can join us the next time we meet. Goodbye, Miss Elaine, it was nice seeing you.” Later that evening, Katherine sat alone in her study, a glass of wine in hand as she reviewed the reports that she had gotten on Elaine. Everything she had found so far pointed to a simple, almost unremarkable background that had gotten married previously to a man who maltreated her, a girl raised in a rural village, with nothing noteworthy about her lineage. But Erica’s words echoed in her mind, "Not everything you see, despite looking at it, is true." It was better to still dig deeper. Setting her glass down, Katherine reached for h