Mercy Sara Cate Novels & Stories

“My family abandoned me first when my father sold me into marriage.” “You are ungrateful! I was going to marry you to a wealthy man who would have given you a good life if you had not whored yourself out before your wedding!” “You could at least welcome her back, Hubert.” The weak plea came from Maja whose eyes were still closed. She rolled her head to the side and looked through heavy lids at Penny and smiled. “You have grown so beautiful, darling. You maintained the blonde I see, it suits you.”

She shoved past Claire and stormed away, leaving anger crackling in the air. Sara remained frozen, her mind spinning. Why was Maya so bitter? And more importantly who was Kate? Claire stepped closer, her voice trembling. “I’m sorry, Cara. You lost your friend because of me.” “No, Claire,” Sara said quickly, forcing a small smile. “Let her be.” Claire hesitated, then spoke softly. “I’m sorry she had to remind you of your late friend… Kate.” Sara’s breath caught. Late? Kate was dead?

* Two days later, Catherine had some errands to do so she couldn’t be at her mother’s ballet school even though she badly wants to come. She arrived at an old looking apartment that looks like its going to be abandoned soon. She knocked on the door and a guy wearing big glasses greeted her. “Tacky, please to be at your service.” He said as he opened the door wider to let Catherine inside the apartment and surprisingly it was neat. Catherine cellphone vibrated and saw a message coming from her mother “Lyra Gomez passed the audition.” She put her phone back to her pocket after reading the message since she already knew that Lyra will get the role.

she shouted at them in tears and walked in. They followed her. Her makeup was distorted with tears. “Your face doesn't look really good right now, stop making it worse with the way your mouth is scattered in tears” Kate said, a bit of annoyance in her voice. Sara kept on crying. Her lips indeed looked horrible as she cried. Kate was the blunt one, the youngest and prettiest also. The only thing right in Sara's life were her friends. She would have died from drugs overdose if her friends didn't help her the night she overindulged herself.

"I have one more question." Sarah's throat bobbed. "Of course. Anything." "The blood donations." I said it slowly, watching every micro-expression on her face. "Catherine gave you her blood for years. Kept you alive while you were in that coma. Michael said she did it for me. But here's what I don't understand." I leaned closer. My voice dropped. "If she hated you so much if she really caused your accident why would she save your life? Over and over?" Sarah's lips parted, but no sound came out.

she turned solemn again "but when I was still his secretary, you don't know how many girls I had to turn down for him or how many relationship I had to break up for him. If not that I complained saying that with my age I can't treat the girls like that, he wouldn't have pushed the responsibility to Morris. Even still, I know all the times Morris use to turn them down. I'm really afraid for my little niece." Mercy patted her shoulder "you never can tell, this might turn out to be the vest decision you will ever make for her." "Or worse." "Uh uh, no negative thinking okay? It will be the best." "I hope so." "So how did you meet aunty Katy's boss?" Grace asked Felicity in the car.

“A dear friend helped me, a minister who was on his way home to Preston. I wanted to seek your help. He took pity on my plight and let me ride with him.” “Why did you come to this kind of institution instead of to my home?” “The minister insisted this would be the safest place, Mercy.” “But Kat, why would a minister leave you in such a God-forsaken place?” “He says I have melancholy. Dr. McClain agrees.” Tears filled Mercedes’ eyes, but she forced herself to take control of her emotions. Her sister didn’t belong here, and Mercedes would not allow her to stay. She straightened her shoulders. “What do you want me to do? How can I get you out?”

Kate said as she showed up. “Who are you?” Nathan asked since he hadn't seen her before. “I am Sarah’s friend. A witch that has been helping her,” Kate revealed. “Please punish us and make sure you punish Sarah more. If she is not punished, she will do worse. She is always unrepentant and I had advised her to come clean but she refused to listen,” Kate continued. “Kate, why are you doing this to me,” Sarah cried out frustrated. “That's because I am helping you. We have to pay for our sins,” Kate replied with a serious expression.

I need to remind myself who I’m about to walk into. I open the browser and type his name. Kai Petrova. The first result is a Wikipedia page. I click it. ‘Kai Petrova is an American entrepreneur and designer, founder of Petrova Design Group. In 2020, he was involved in a car accident that resulted in the death of his younger sister, Lily Petrova (14), and left him paralyzed from the waist down. He has since withdrawn from public life.’ There’s a photo at the top. It’s old. From before the accident.

"Tell me about your family. The Hales. As I understand it, old money has seen better days. "My family is complicated." "All families are complicated. That's not an answer." Catherine's eyes narrowed. "Where were you educated?" "Columbia. Marketing degree." "How... practical." The word dripped with disdain. "And your current employment?" "I work at a small marketing firm." "Doing what, exactly?" Creating campaigns. Managing accounts. Saving companies from bankruptcy." Aria lifted her chin. "Nothing as impressive as whatever you do, I'm sure." Catherine's lips twitched. Almost a smile. "I run Mercer Holdings' charitable foundation. We donate millions each year to worthy causes." She paused. "A