Novels by Lizzy Aik

Friday morning I woke up to nausea so intense I barely made it to the bathroom. Threw up everything I'd managed to keep down from dinner the night before. Sat on the cold tile floor afterward, shaking and sweating, wondering if this was normal or if something was wrong. Jessica found me there twenty minutes later. "Eve, this is getting worse." "I know." "You need to call your doctor." "I have an appointment next week..." "Call them today. Tell them what's happening. This isn't normal morning sickness anymore." She was right. I knew she was right. I called Dr. Rivera's office and explained the situation to the nurse. "How much weight have you lost?" she asked. "I don't know. Maybe five pounds?" "And you're how far along?" "Fifteen weeks." "Can you come in today? Dr. Rivera has an opening at two." "I'll be there." Jessica drove me to the appointment. Waited in the lobby while I went back. Dr. Rivera examined me, asked questions, looked concerned.

The call from the property manager came Thursday afternoon. "Ms. Morgan, I have good news. Your application has been approved. You can move in as early as this weekend if you'd like." I sat down on Jessica's couch, phone pressed to my ear, trying to process. "This weekend?" "Yes. We just need first month, last month, and security deposit. Once that clears, the apartment is yours." "I'll transfer the money today." "Perfect. I'll email you the lease agreement. Sign it and return it by tomorrow, and we can schedule your move-in for Saturday morning." We hung up and I sat there staring at nothing. I had an apartment. My own space. A place that wasn't Jessica's spare room or the penthouse I'd shared with Damon. A place that was completely, entirely mine. Jessica came out of her bedroom. "Who was that?" "The property manager. I got the apartment." Her face lit up. "Eve, that's amazing!" "I can move in Saturday." "That's two days away. Do you have furniture? Boxes? Anything?"

Lara: Refusing to communicate with counsel is only going to make this harder for you. I strongly suggest you retain your own attorney immediately. I didn't respond. Just put the phone down and looked at the divorce papers spread across my desk. Petition for Dissolution of Marriage. The words that were supposed to end everything. But I wasn't going to let them. I wasn't going to sign, or cooperate or make this easy. If Eve wanted a divorce, she was going to have to fight me for it. And I was going to fight back with everything I had. Not because I wanted to hurt her. But because I needed her to understand that I wasn't giving up. That I was still here. That I still loved her. That our marriage was worth fighting for even if she didn't believe that anymore. Marcus was still standing there. "What are you going to do now?" "I'm going to call my own lawyer. File a response contesting the divorce. Make this as complicated as legally possible." "That's a terrible idea..." "

The process server showed up at my office Tuesday morning at nine thirty. I was in a meeting with the acquisition team when my assistant knocked on the door. "Mr. Sterling, there's someone here to see you. Says it's urgent." "I'm in a meeting..." "He says it's legal. That you need to sign for something." I exchanged a look with Marcus across the table. "Give me five minutes," I said to the team. "We'll resume after." I walked out to the reception area where a man in his forties was standing with a manila envelope. "Damon Sterling?" "Yes." "You've been served." He handed me the envelope and a clipboard. "Sign here confirming receipt." I stared at the envelope. At my name typed across the front in bold letters. My hand didn't want to move. Didn't want to take it. Didn't want to make this real. "Sir, I need you to sign." I took the pen and scrawled my signature. The man nodded, tore off a copy, and left. I stood there holding the envelope, feeling the weight of it. K

I stared at the message. Unknown: Eve, this is Catherine. We need to talk about what you're doing to my son. This divorce nonsense has to stop. Of course. Catherine Sterling, now using unknown numbers to reach me because I'd blocked everything else. Fighting Sophia's battles for her. I should have been surprised, but I wasn't. This was exactly the kind of thing she'd do. Reach out on Sophia's behalf, frame it as concern for Damon, make it seem like I was the problem. I deleted the message without responding. Blocked that number too. Set my phone face down on the table and tried to breathe through the anger building in my chest. They weren't going to leave me alone. Not Sophia. Not Catherine. Not any of them. They were going to keep pushing, keep reaching, keep trying to control the narrative until I either broke or gave them what they wanted. But I wasn't breaking. Not anymore. I'd already survived the worst of it. The lawsuit. The humiliation. The marriage falling apa

My phone buzzed again, and this time I didn’t need to look to know it was her. There was a certain timing to these things. A way the past crept back in right when everything else was already falling apart. Still, I reached for it. Unknown number. I opened the message. It’s Mom. We need to talk. I stared at it longer than I should have, like the words might rearrange themselves into something easier to deal with if I gave them enough time. Mom. Which made it worse. Because if it had been anyone else, I could have ignored it without thinking twice. I could have blocked the number, moved on, kept my focus exactly where it needed to be. But my mother had always had a way of getting under my skin without even trying. Of making everything feel heavier than it already was. I locked my phone and set it down beside me. No response. Not tonight. I had already asked my husband for a divorce. Already made it clear I wasn’t changing my mind. Already dealt with Sophia reminding me ex

LorettaWhen I slowly opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the strong smell of antiseptic. White walls surrounded me, and machines beeped softly beside the bed. That was when it hit me, I was in the hospital. My head throbbed as the memories came rushing back. I must have passed out after I stabbed Rosie.I tried to move, but pain shot through my body, making me hiss softly. Everything hurt, but my hand hurt the most, the same hand Rosie had stabbed. I took a deep breath and carefully pushed myself into a sitting position, ignoring the sharp ache in my arm.Just then, the door to my hospital room flew open.Asher walked in, holding my favorite flowers. The moment our eyes met, relief washed over his face. He hurried to my side, leaned down, and gently kissed my forehead before placing the flowers in my hands.“How is my favorite woman in the world feeling?” he asked softly.I looked at him and smiled despite the pain. “Your favorite woman?” I repeated teasingly, my smile wid

Loretta It was strange, i had been sitting alone in the house when suddenly I heard a loud noise. My heart skipped a beat. Tonia had gone out for work, Adrian was still at the hospital, and his twin sister was at school. I wasn’t expecting anyone, and the house was usually so quiet.I got up cautiously, my steps quiet on the floor as I made my way toward the living room. As I opened the doorway, I froze. Standing right in the middle of the room was someone I hadn’t seen in years, looking around as if exploring a place that wasn’t hers.When she noticed me, her face lit up with a sheepish smile. “Loretta! Is that really you?” she said. “It’s been so long, five years since I last saw you!”It took a moment for my brain to catch up with my eyes. It really was her, Rosie, standing there like nothing had changed.,“How did you get inside?” I demanded, my voice trembling slightly with anger. Right now, it was the only thing that made sense. Only Tonia, Asher, and I had the keys to this pl

Asher I walked into the meeting room calmly, but the moment my mother and my brother saw me, their expressions changed instantly. Their eyes widened in shock, and the room fell into an uneasy silence. My mother slowly turned to Mr. Peterson, confusion and disbelief written all over her face. “Is this the investor you were talking about?” she asked him, her voice tight. I didn’t respond to her question. Instead, I walked straight to the head of the table. Mr. Peterson immediately stood up and pulled the chair out for me, showing clear respect. I sat down comfortably and folded my hands on the table. “I’m not just the investor,” I said calmly, lifting my gaze to meet theirs. A small smile curved my lips. “I own this company.” My mother shot up from her seat, anger flashing across her face. “How dare you trick us?” she spat. “This is fraud, this is a clear breach of contract, and you will be sued for this.” She was shaking with rage as she spoke. I remained calm, unfazed by her ou

AsherReluctantly, I left Loretta behind, even though every part of me wanted to stay with her. My mind was restless as I headed straight to the office. Logan had sounded unusually tense on the phone, and to make things worse, Richard had also called me moments later. Whatever was happening clearly couldn’t wait.By the time I arrived at the building, my patience was already wearing thin. I rushed to my floor, barely acknowledging anyone along the way. The moment the elevator doors slid open, Logan was standing there, as if he had been waiting the entire time.“Welcome, sir,” he said quickly, falling into step behind me as I walked briskly toward my office.I didn’t respond until I dropped into my chair, loosening my tie slightly as I looked up at him. “What on earth needed my attention so badly that I had to rush here?” I asked, my voice sharp with impatience.Logan hesitated for a second before speaking. “Sir, you’ve been trending online for over an hour now.”My head snapped up imm

AsherI stood between her thighs, close enough to feel her presence, close enough that my eyes kept drifting to her lips. I had to remind myself why we were here. This was about words that had been left unsaid for years, about wounds that never truly healed. I forced my attention back to the conversation we needed to have.“I am so sorry,” she said softly. Her voice was calm, almost too calm, “I should have listened to your side of the story back then. If I had, we wouldn’t be standing here today. But when I saw Sarah’s baby bump and she told me you were married, I felt completely betrayed. I didn’t want to hear anything else. I just shut you out.”As she spoke, her eyes wandered everywhere at the floor, the wall, anywhere but never once did she look at my face.I took a deep breath, the old pain rising again like it had never left. “I won’t lie to you,” I said, my voice rougher than I intended. “I hated you back then. I hated you so much after I found out you were pregnant and you s

Loretta It had been two weeks since everything happened at Asher’s place, the revelation that had turned my world upside down and since my mom came back into my life. I had never felt so complete, so at peace. Just having her around was refreshing, like a weight I didn’t even realize I had been carrying had finally been lifted.I still hadn’t really spoken to my dad. Even though Mom told me that she had forgiven him and that I should too, I couldn’t see myself doing that anytime soon. Some things felt too raw, too heavy to just brush aside.“You and Asher, have you made a decision about your marriage yet?” Mom asked gently, her eyes searching mine.We were sitting in Adrian’s hospital room. He had just come through a kidney transplant a few days ago and was slowly recovering. The beeping of the monitors and the faint smell of antiseptic made the room feel sterile, yet my mom’s presence brought warmth to it. She had been coming every single day since we met, supporting me in ways I di