Novels by Lizzie Ella

Six Months LaterUpstate New York – A Quiet Town Outside AlbanySnow fell gently against the windowpane.Amira sat in a wooden rocking chair, one hand resting protectively on her now-pronounced belly. The fire crackled beside her, the house warm, the silence peaceful — but not empty.Evelyn walked in carrying mugs of hot cocoa. “The baby kicked again?”“Harder every night,” Amira said with a tired smile. “Like it knows the world is watching.”“Because it is,” Evelyn replied, setting down the mugs. “You’re the face of a movement now.”“I never wanted that,” Amira whispered.“No. But you did something braver than most people ever dream of.”The news had quieted, but her story hadn’t faded. Dominic Voss was still awaiting trial, denied bail due to the influence he still carried. Investigations uncovered layers of ethical violations, forced surrogacy contracts, and hush money schemes linked to medical clinics across the country.Amira had cracked it open. With her voice. Her pain. Her tru

Washington D.C.Voss Corporation Headquarters – 9:45 a.m.The conference room was packed—every board member in attendance, press waiting outside, and tension so thick it could cut air.Dominic Voss sat at the head of the table, dark Armani suit crisp, expression unreadable.To his left, the interim CEO cleared his throat.“We’re here to vote. The allegations—”Dominic raised a hand.“I haven’t had my say.”A murmur rippled through the room.Brandon, now sitting three seats away, tried to stop him. “Dom, this isn’t the time—”“No,” Dominic said, standing slowly. “It’s the only time.”He adjusted his cufflinks, gaze sharp. “You all enjoyed my money. My power. My vision. And now, with the media screaming, you pretend your hands are clean. You knew what the surrogacy program was. You funded it.”Silence.“Now, you turn on me because of a woman with a camera and a guilty conscience?”“Dominic, the documents—”“Were stolen!” he barked. “By a disgruntled nurse and a girl too naive to know ho

The lights in the television studio were blinding.Amira sat stiffly in the chair, heart racing beneath the thin fabric of her blouse. Her fingers trembled on her lap, barely concealed under the small throw pillow the producer had insisted she hold. Across from her, Evelyn sat still, face pale but determined.The talk show host gave them a warm smile.“We’re live in three… two…”The red light blinked on.“Welcome back to Morning Pulse. Today, we bring you a story shaking the country. A young woman who signed a surrogacy contract that turned into a nightmare—one that’s unraveling the empire of billionaire Dominic Voss. Joining us now are two of the women at the center of the storm.”Amira inhaled deeply.This was it.Her voice had to matter.She glanced at Evelyn, who gave her a nod of support.The host turned to her. “Amira, thank you for being here. I know this is incredibly difficult.”“It is,” Amira said softly, then straightened her back. “But staying silent was worse.”“And you w

The estate was no longer quiet.Screams echoed. Alarms blared. Guards swarmed the halls.Amira’s bare feet pounded the cold marble floors as Evelyn yanked her down a side corridor.“This way!” Evelyn shouted, her face pale with panic.“Where are we going?” Amira gasped.“There’s a maintenance exit behind the north wing—less guarded!”They dashed past glass-enclosed botanical labs, past rooms filled with sterile equipment and locked cabinets. The estate, once pristine and luxurious, now felt like a maze built to trap.Behind them, footsteps thundered.“Stop them!” Dominic’s voice bellowed, fury breaking through his usual calm.Amira’s heart jackhammered in her chest. Every instinct screamed that if he caught her now, there would be no second chance. No forgiveness. No escape.They rounded a corner—and slammed into a guard.He grabbed Evelyn first.“NO!” Amira screamed, slamming her elbow into his throat.He coughed, loosened his grip, and Evelyn bit his hand, hard.He howled.Evelyn ya

“Are you out of your mind?”Ava Mitchell was already halfway out of her office chair, pacing, phone pressed tight against her ear. Her assistant stared from across the room as Ava snapped her fingers and pointed to the door.“Out. Now. I need privacy.”The door closed. She was alone.“Amira, what the hell is going on?”The recording had been garbled, the voice shaky, but unmistakable.Ava hadn’t heard from her best friend in months. The same Amira who’d gone quiet after getting “a job offer.” Now she was on a secret phone call, whispering about a billionaire, surrogacy, and something that sounded dangerously close to captivity.Ava played the message again.“I’m being held in his estate. I’m pregnant. I signed a surrogacy contract but it’s a lie. Naomi’s here too. Alive, but barely. I need help.”Ava exhaled sharply, pulled up a browser, and typed:Dominic Voss.The search yielded what she expected: clean press, billion-dollar companies, smiling photos in Armani suits.But she knew ho

The walls have ears.That thought pulsed in Amira’s head like a warning drum as she tiptoed through the east wing. The vent discovery had shaken her, but seeing Naomi alive—drugged, strapped, discarded—lit something beneath her skin.She wasn’t just carrying a baby anymore. She was carrying evidence. And if she didn’t get out, she’d end up just like Naomi—forgotten in some soundproof white room.But escape wasn’t simple.Not when every camera blinked red. Not when every hallway seemed to have an invisible watcher. Not when even doors that used to open… suddenly didn’t.Still, she had a plan.“Evelyn’s off tonight?” Amira asked, stirring soup mechanically.“Yes,” replied Marla, one of the newer maids. “It’s her once-a-week leave.”Amira nodded.That was her window.Midnight.Dressed in all black, Amira moved like shadow.She’d memorized the blind spots—where the camera angles didn’t quite catch full coverage. She’d swiped a keycard from Evelyn’s desk earlier that day. And in her pocket