Novels by Lizzy Aik

DAMON'S POV I sat in the therapist’s office feeling like a damn fraud. The room was nice... soft beige walls, big comfortable chairs, one of those fake plants in the corner that looked too perfect to be real. Dr. Lang was a middle-aged guy with a calm voice and kind eyes that made me want to spill my guts and run at the same time. I’d been coming for three sessions now, ever since Marcus basically dragged me here after I sent Eve away. Today felt different, heavier. “So,” Dr. Lang said, leaning back in his chair, “you told Sophia to stay out of your life for good. How did that feel?” I rubbed my hands on my jeans. They were still a little shaky. “Felt good in the moment. Like I finally slammed the door on all her bullshit. But then I went back to that empty penthouse and it hit me again... I’m the one who let her in in the first place. I’m the reason any of this happened.” Dr. Lang nodded slowly. “Tell me more about that guilt. You’ve mentioned feeling like two different men. W

DAMON'S POV The penthouse was too damn quiet. I’d been pacing the living room for the last hour like a caged animal, phone in my hand, thumb hovering over Eve’s name for the hundredth time. Nine days. Nine fucking days since I asked her to leave, and I still couldn’t bring myself to call. Every time I tried, the memories slammed into me again... signing those papers, missing her birthday, letting Sophia crawl deeper into my life while Eve sat at home wondering if our marriage was already dead. I hated myself too much to face her. So I stayed silent, like a coward. A sharp knock on the door made me freeze. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Marcus had come by yesterday and basically told me to stop being a dumbass. My parents didn’t know I’d sent Eve away yet. So who the hell... I looked through the peephole and my stomach dropped. Sophia. She was standing there in a soft cream coat, hair perfectly done, looking like she’d stepped out of a magazine. Same old Sophia. Always timing her

EVE'S POV I stood in Jessica’s kitchen at 7:15 in the morning, one hand pressed to the side of my belly while the other stirred a pot of oatmeal that I didn’t even want. Twenty-seven weeks. The doctor had said it at my last appointment, and the number still felt unreal. My belly was round and heavy now, stretching every shirt I owned, making my lower back ache by the end of the day. The baby kicked hard and often, little feet or elbows jabbing like he or she was trying to remind me I wasn’t alone in this mess. But some days I felt more alone than ever. It had been nine days since Damon asked me to leave our apartment. Nine days of sleeping in Jessica’s guest room, nine days of waking up reaching for him only to remember he wasn’t there. Nine days of radio silence. He hadn’t returned a single call. Not one text. Not even a “are you okay?” At first I was sad, heartbroken. I cried in the shower every morning so Jessica wouldn’t hear. I replayed his broken voice asking me to go, te

DAMON'S POV The penthouse felt like a fucking tomb. I stood in the middle of the living room after Eve left, the door still clicking shut in my head like it was the loudest sound I’d ever heard. The place was too quiet, too big. Too full of ghosts. I could still smell her vanilla lotion in the air, still see the little dent on the couch where she liked to curl up with her hand on her belly. Now it was just me. Alone with everything I’d done. I walked over to the big windows and stared out at the city lights, but I wasn’t really seeing them. My head was too loud. The memories weren’t coming in flashes anymore... they were just there, sitting heavy in my chest like they’d always belonged. No gaps, no blurry edges. Everything. I remembered signing those divorce papers in the hospital room. Sophia on her bed, crying those perfect fake tears, telling me Eve had pushed her. I remembered the cold certainty I felt when I picked up the pen. I hadn’t even called Eve, hadn’t given her a

EVE'S POV The silence in our apartment pressed down on me like a living thing, heavy and suffocating, wrapping itself around my chest until every breath felt labored. I stood motionless in the hallway just outside the guest room door, my palm resting flat against the cool wood as though I could somehow push my love and my fear through it to reach the man who was breaking apart on the other side. My heart throbbed with a deep, relentless ache that radiated outward, settling low in my belly where our baby continued to move with restless, unsettled kicks, as if the little one could sense the fracture splitting open between us. Damon’s earlier sobs had quieted into occasional ragged breaths that still reached me through the door, each one cutting into my soul like shards of glass. I had knocked gently several times throughout the long hours, offering water, offering food, offering nothing more than the comfort of my presence and my unwavering love, but every time his broken, ho

DAMON'S POV The memories came without mercy, like a storm that had been building for weeks and finally broke open above my head. I had only stepped into the kitchen to get a glass of water, my mind lightly turning over what we might cook for dinner together, when the first sharp image slammed into me with such force that the glass slipped from my fingers and shattered across the tiles. I barely registered the sound. My knees gave way, and I slid down the cabinet until I was sitting on the cold floor, surrounded by glittering shards and spilled water, my hands pressed desperately against my temples as if I could somehow hold the flood back. But I couldn’t. It all rushed in at once...vivid, merciless, and soaked in shame so deep it felt like it might drown me. I saw myself in that hospital room, the sterile smell of antiseptic still clinging to the memory. I was there beside Sophia's bed, tears streaming down her face as she recounted how Eve had supposedly pushed her down the st

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