Novels by Elizabeth Marvy

“What happened to Ethan again?” Mrs. Evangeline King rushed into the hospital waiting room, her breath fast with panic. Ava stood up, confusion and nervousness swirling inside of her as she watched Mrs. Evangeline King stormed in. Though they had never met, the faint resemblance to Ethan made her suspect this was his mother. “Good….. afternoon, ma,” Ava stammered, unsure of what to say to the visibly shaking woman. Mrs. Evangeline ignored her, her focus on Miriam. “Where's my son? What are the doctors saying?” Her voice trembled with anxiety.“The doctor hadn't disclosed his diagnosis yet. He is with him in the ward, ma.” Miriam replied with her head bowed, pointing toward the private emergency ward. Without any other questions, Mrs. Evangeline rushed to the ward with her bodyguard running to keep up with her pace. Ava glanced over at Miriam, whose face etched with confusion. Perhaps Miriam was confused and shocked with the way Mrs. Evangeline ignored her daughter-in-law. Ava’s

“Jess!” Henry exclaimed, rushing back into his car. He’d thought the collision had seriously damaged Ava's taxi, but just as he was about to get to them, the taxi driver sped off. He sped after them but only to slam into a pole, bringing him to an abrupt halt. Before he could recover, Ava's taxi had vanished out of sight. Panic flooded through his blood as he circled the street, frantically searching for Ava's taxi. He drove to the King’s enterprise, but the fear of raising suspicion forced him to turn back. “What the hell do I want to tell Alicia,” he growled, pounding his fist on the steering wheel. Though he looked like the scary one, Alicia seemed more formidable and he feared her anger.Still pondering on what to do next, his phone rang, disrupting his thoughts. A glance at the screen revealed Alicia’s name, sending chills down his spine. Reluctantly, he answered the call and put the phone on speaker. “Is it done?” Alicia's voice was dangerously low. Henry's hand ran through

Ava's POV “Alright,” he whispered, sending relief coursing through my spine. I hadn't expected him to accept so quickly. That means he needed this marriage more than I thought, perhaps not just because of Lily but to ward off his parents’ troubles. “Sign,” he said coldly, dropping a paper before me. My eyes narrowed as I picked it up and lo and behold it was a marriage certificate. “That was so fast,” I muttered under my breath. I shot him a disdainful look, not when he was looking though. Then, I grabbed a pen and put down my signature. My heart fluttered as I realized I had just gotten married without a wedding gown and in an office. That wasn't what I wanted, but it was necessary for my life. “My chauffeur will take you home to pack your belongings,” Mr. Ethan said, his gaze fixed on his PC. “No, I’ll get it myself,” I said sharply, biting back my retort as anger growled inside of me for his coldness towards his newly wedded wife. “My parents don't have any idea of this marri

Ava's POV “Ava…..Ava, would you just stay inside that room and let me serve dinner?” That was Alicia's voice. I slapped my forehead in frustration and quickly hid the contract marriage terms and conditions. “Ava….” Her voice grew louder. “I'm coming!” I shouted back, clearly frustrated and quickly rushed out of the room. “Is this how you ignore your mother?” My dad yelled as I got to the dining room.“I rushed down here as I heard her voice….”“That's a lie,” Alicia snapped. “I called you more than five times.”“Five times,” I muttered, but swallowed my retort and whispered, “I’m sorry.” My dad's angry gaze lingered on me before he hissed and sat down. I hurried to the kitchen to serve the food, but Alicia had already portioned it onto plates, leaving them ready for me to carry to the dining table. However, there were only three plates on the tray. I rushed to the pot to see if she’d left some for me, but the pot was scraped clean. “1..2..3,” I recounted slowly. “Ahh!” I silent

Ava's POV “Name your price,” my CEO said, his eyes locked on me.‘A contract marriage for eighteen years,’ the more I thought about it, the more my heart ached.“Sir, If it's because of Lily, I can be her nanny not your wife!”He leaned forward, his expression unreadable. “Ava, my mother is on my neck to get married, your stepmother is maltreating you. Let's get married to be free from them.” “I…didn't tell you my stepmother is maltreating me.” My eyebrows furrowed in shock.“Oh, you didn’t need to say it directly. I understand when you told me about your late brother,” he said, his tone now calm. A contract marriage with my CEO wasn’t how I wanted to escape my stepmother's trap, but even at that, I began weighing my options inwardly. Ethan King was a cold-hearted boss, Alicia was a wicked stepmother, which of them would I be safe with?“Ava…” he called, snapping me out of my thoughts. “I need to think about this,” I said and without waiting for his response I stormed out of his

Ethan's POVToday was my birthday but I didn't feel like celebrating it, because it would only reopen the wound of the death of my wife. My only focus today was to go find out what meeting my mother had called me for. I just hope it wasn't another setup with some billionaire daughters she wanted me to marry. As my car pulled up to the mansion, I started hearing sounds like there was a celebration going on. My eyebrows arched in confusion as I stepped down, scanning the environment. Had my mother disregarded my request not to celebrate my birthday?I turned to Caleb, my personal assistant. “Do you know about this?” He shook his head. “No sir,” he said, his head lowered. Reluctantly, I walked into the living room, to be greeted by familiar faces. My mom had thrown a small party with a few close friends and my two aunties. Lest I forget, I was the only child of my parents. A big, decorated cake with my favourite color, blue, sat on the centre table, adorned with the inscription, “Ha

Jill's anger boiled over as his bodyguard returned to inform him that Ashley's security had refused to let them in. “Did he give you a reason?” He asked, his face twisted in rage. “He said Miss Ashley had instructed him not to open the door for…you,” The bodyguard said with his head lowered. A low, menacing chuckle rumbled in Jill’s throat as he clenched his fist. Ashley’s sudden cold shoulder had started after she had lost the investment opportunity to Jack. “Open the door,” Jill growled, his voice low and deadly. His Bodyguard quickly got the car door opened for him and he stepped down, pounding the ground with furious steps. “Open this gate,” Jill bellowed at Ashley’s security, his voice sending a shiver down the man’s spine. “Miss Ashley would get me sacked if I did,” the security stammered, his body trembling with fear. Jill's jaw clenched in rage, his fist tightened. With a swift signal to his bodyguard, he lunged at the security without hesitation, delivering a brutal pu

Victor Mason woke up to find Grace’s side of the bed empty, which was unusual as she was a late riser. Groggily, he sat up and yawned, calling out, “Darling, are you in the bathroom?” But there was no response. Still half asleep, he got up and went to check on her. His gaze landed on the wardrobe, and his eyes widened in confusion – Grace's side was almost empty. He rushed over to confirm what he was seeing, and clearly enough, most of Grace's dresses were gone, and a letter lay in plain sight. With a racing heart, he snatched up the letter, and tore open the envelope. His eyes scanned the content and his heart skipped a beat as he stared at a divorce paper. His body stiffened, frozen in shock as he tried to make sense of what was happening— Grace had disappeared without any explanation, but a divorce paper. They had been good before going to bed; what could have happened? Had Isabella confessed to her? Victor's anger boiled over as he grabbed his phone, his fingers trembling wit

“The more you hide, the more you hurt your wife’s feelings,” Isabella said, her voice trembling. Victor’s gaze locked onto hers, his nose flaring with fury, but he remained speechless.Isabella continued, her tears falling. “She knows you’re hiding something from her, and it’s breaking her. She's scared, Papa. Scared for the family.”“Why can't you just tell her whatever it is?” She stammered, her voice breaking. Victor’s jaw clenched, his eyes had already turned red from anger. “You think you can tell me what to do?” he spat, his voice dangerously low. “I love my wife so much and that's why I'm doing all this. Isabella, be careful.” “Then leave me out of this,” Isabella snapped, her voice choking with tears. “I don't feel safe with you again. I wake up scared everyday. Please, let me do my life if you're not ready to open up to your family.” she pleaded, her voice trembling as tears streamed down her face. Victor's eyes narrowed, his voice low. “If you love your parents, zip you

Isabella jolted awake at the loud knock on her door. Groggily, she grabbed her phone, the screen lighting up to reveal the time— she had only managed to sleep for two hours, her burdened heart had kept her awake late. A loud yawn escaped her throat as she rubbed her eyes, and then stumbled towards the door. “Good morning, ma’am,” Nancy greeted with a smile. “Nancy, good morning. You disturbed my sleep, what do you want?” Isabella replied, still yawning. “I'm sorry, ma’am. Master sent me to tell to get ready; you need to go to the family house with him,” Nancy said gently, her words instantly clearing Isabella’s fogginess.“The family house?” She repeated, raising an eyebrow and Nancy nodded in response. “What's happening there?” She asked, her voice laced with unease.“I don't know ma'am but I don't think it's something bad,” Nancy replied, her expression reassuring, but Isabella’s anxiety still lingered.“Are you sure?” Isabella pressed. “Yes, ma’am,” Nancy replied with a smile.

In the Brooks' Mansion“Kim, why are you here without prior notice,” Mr. Brooks said, his face stern and cold. Kimberly’s arms wrapped tightly around herself, her expression cold. “I’m here to see my child,” she said, her voice firm.“But you know she doesn't stay here,” Mrs. Brooks said, her nose flaring with frustration. A low, menacing chuckle escaped Kim's lips, her eyes blazing with rage. “You’ve been denying me the opportunity of seeing my daughter…..my own flesh and blood.” “The daughter we adopted and raised as our own,” Mrs. Brooks snapped, her voice raised in fury.“Kim, if you are not careful, we’ll take legal actions,” Mr. Brooks added, prompting a mocking laugh from Kim.“Go legal,” she repeated, chuckling. “But don't forget your dark past,” she added, her lips curling into a sly grin.Mr. Brooks bit his lower lip in frustration, “What exactly do you want from us?” He asked, his voice laced with exhaustion. “My daughter!” Kim replied sharply.“But she doesn't want you

“You have no idea how much I detest you!” The woman spat, her jaw clenched. Isabella’s body was trembling uncontrollably. At that point, her only prayer was for the ground to open up and swallow her.“Watch your back,” The woman said again, her voice deadly low. She shoved Isabella aside and stormed past her, nearly knocking her off balance. Isabella’s muscles tightened as she struggled to stand, and then stormed out of the house. “Are you okay, ma’am?” Isabella’s bodyguard said, rushing to her side. Noticing her rapid breath, he sensed danger and instinctively moved to storm into the house to find out, but Isabella weakly restrained him. “Don't worry, let's go.” Isabella whispered, her breath heavy as she handed over her bag to him. Throughout Isabella’s journey back home, her heart remained unsettled, and her head throbbed with questions– Who was the woman? And why did she hate her so much, even though Isabella didn't know her? Isabella grabbed her phone, wanting to message Ben