Sean And Catherine On The Bachelor Novels & Stories

"The venue got booked by someone else. We had to move it up." Sean's frown deepened. Just then, Selena White stepped out from behind him. In a sarcastic tone, she said, "Louise, no one in the entire city of Astonville would dare take a venue from the Benson family. If you want to marry Sean sooner, just say so. Why lie?" The way Sean looked at me shifted slightly, but all he said was, "Send out new invitations. Take care of the wedding arrangements." Then, he turned to leave. Before going, he casually draped his coat over Selena's shoulders. "It's cold out. Don't catch a chill."

Rachel smirks when she sees me before leaving Baxter to take a call. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I snap at Baxter, who turns to face me with a smirk on his face. "Ahh, Ava, darling," he drawls, "It’s nice to see you too. I was just having a little fun. Just enjoying a party." I seethe through clenched teeth. "This is not a game, Baxter. Are you forgetting something?" Are you forgetting that our parents wants us to get married? I added in my head. “I will never marry you, traitor.”

Sean always returned my smiles and my gestures. I repeated the vows and Sean did his part then we exchanged rings before the priest told us to kiss. I waited for the kids but it never came. I opened my eyes only to see Sean walking out of the church, leaving me at the altar. I gasped and quickly went after him. Behind me, I heard the mocking scoff of my stepsister, Sophia behind me. “Sean!” I called after him, wincing as I found it difficult to meet him with the heels I was wearing.

he looked at me from up to down again, making me blush a little. "What is your name?" I asked him curiously. "I thought you would never ask. I'm Noah," he said. "I'm Catherine," I told him. "You are popular, dear. I know your name very well," he replied back to me. "Are you ready to go now?" he asked me. "Of course, I'm ready, but I need a map before I can finish my statement." He handed me a map. "Let's go," he stretched his hands out as I stretched my hand out towards him. We went down the hills towards his carrier. We entered it as I was being carried to an unknown place.

She was taken aback to learn that the man was the owner of Knight Group International. She started rubbing her temples and then dove headfirst into researching her husband’s background further. It was common knowledge that the man was a Casanova. Cathleen then smiled because she knew that the man was not one to settle down. She stood on the balcony and reflected on the circumstances that led to her marriage to Finn’s uncle. The two men were just the same to her. She went back to her bedroom and slept.

Damn him. “I’m not asking you to believe me right now. I just want… another chance to show you this is worth it. What do you say?” His eyes were on mine like he truly cared what my answer would be, and that’s what threw me off. There I was—Catherine. The woman who didn’t believe in love. Who didn’t want complications. And there he was—a billionaire who could have anyone, and for some reason, wanted me. “I don’t know…” I said, my voice unsteady. It wasn’t a no. It wasn’t a yes. It was my way of leaving myself a way out, just in case this all fell apart.

Sean scoffed, then walked toward the door while calling out, “Jian! Baby, where are you?” Yvo’s brows furrowed. ‘Jian? Who’s that?’ he thought, glancing at the door where Sean had disappeared. Moments later, Sean returned, cradling a chubby, short-legged cat in his arms. He knelt down and gently set the feline on the floor. “You didn’t touch anything, did you?” Sean asked suspiciously, his eyes narrowing at Yvo. Yvo swallowed hard, feigning innocence. “Of course not. I’m well-behaved,” he lied smoothly, though his eyes quickly diverted to the cat. “What a short-legged little guy you have.”

“He’s dead? You killed him! Did you kill him? Goddess, I can’t believe you killed your Beta! Let me go, you monster. Catherine said, trashing like crazy within my hold. I couldn’t tell the bigger of the offense in that moment, the fact that she was thrashing and fighting me despite her being almost dead or the fact that she was so upset about Regan laying still or looking dead. I couldn’t control the hard slap that I landed on her butt, since it was closer to me, but the yelp that she released satisfied me deeply. “Shut up! He’s not dead.” I grumbled, almost regretting that little fact. “What do you mean he’s not dead? He is laying still on the floor and I don’t think he’s even breathing.” C

" I yelled, feeling wronged. Rage boiled in me, but Sean sounded particularly calm. "Since it wasn't you, why are you getting so worked up?" he asked. "I'm fine with bringing forward the wedding. You deal with the preparations." With that, he hung up. I texted him to press him about the matter, but he refused to fill me in. Time flew, and Lavender's suicide attempt soon slipped my mind. My schedule was packed. I tried my best to make the wedding work in just two weeks.

Sean McGrath: What the heck are you saying? Me: “I'll tell you there. Too shy to say it over a text. Sean McGrath: Too shy? Shouldn't you be shy in person and open over a text? I love how quickly he responds, so fast. Anticipated. I got out of bed in just my black boxers and walked to the bathroom. Time to look even more irresistible. The bathtub is massive and dark. I pulled in bubble bath soap and scented oil, then slid in. Warm water, smooth skin. And Sean floored my thoughts.