Novels by Elizabeth Isaac

Ari and Alexander walked into the mansion, laughter echoing through the grand halls as the doors shut behind them. “You needed to see their faces when you told them you were the owner of the restaurant,” Ari said, still amused. “I saw it,”Alexander replied with a satisfied smile. “And I’m glad they all got what they deserved.” “Including the manager,” Alexander added, and they both laughed. “I can’t forget how you stood up for me that night,” Alexander continued, his voice softening. “That was when I knew you were the one.” Ari’s expression warmed as they climbed the stairs together, heading straight to their room—their safe space after everything they had been through. Inside, Alexander pulled her gently into his arms and kissed her. Ari melted into him, kissing him back just as softly, their laughter fading into something deeper, something quieter. But the moment was interrupted by the sharp ring of a phone. Alexander groaned. “Seriously?” Ari laughed softly and picked it u

⸻ Ari gasped. “Delaney…” Alexander followed her gaze. His eyes landed on Delaney, standing among the guests, looking nervous and out of place in her simple dress. His expression hardened instantly. “What is she doing here?” he asked coldly. Ari swallowed slowly, her fingers tightening slightly around Alexander’s arm. “I… I don’t know,” she whispered. The music continued playing, but Ari’s mind was no longer on the dance. Memories of the past rushed back. The betrayal. The lies. The humiliation. “Excuse me, Alex. I need to settle something.” “Okay, Ari. Don’t go too far.” “I won’t.” Ari smiled, then left the stage. She grabbed Delaney’s hands and dragged her outside. Lisa and Cynthia followed behind them. “Ari, please,” Delaney said. “What are you doing here?” Ari demanded as they halted at the car park outside. “I’m sorry,” Delaney said weakly. “It’s been a while… I wanted to see my sister.” “Don’t you dare call me that.” Lisa and Cynthia st

⸻ Delaney stood frozen, her eyes glued to the television screen. The image of Alexander Draven, Ariella, and their triplets kept flashing across the screen. Her heart pounded violently in her chest. “That… that’s impossible,” she whispered to herself. The workers beside her were still giggling. “Look at them,” one of them said. “They look like a perfect family.” “It’s Ariella, she looks stunning”.another added.“Whoa it’s Ari”, the others gasped. Delaney’s fingers tightened around the cleaning cloth. Ari… The name echoed in her mind. Her chest suddenly felt heavy. She remembered the day Ari left the restaurant, the arguments, the jealousy, the arrogance she once carried when she was still with Evander , and how she stole Ari’s life with her lies.The staffs looked at Delaney, mocking her saying Ari is leaving a better life than her now.They kept on laughing her..Delaney felt her heart shattering from their words. Ari was now the wife of the most powerful billionaire

⸻ FEW MONTHS LATER In a restaurant, the TV was on while a lady was cleaning the table. A customer walked in. The lady stopped cleaning. She breathed deeply and stared at the customers for a while as they sat down. “Go attend to them, Delaney,” her manager urged. “Alright, sir.” Delaney bowed gently.Delaney walked up to them in slow pace.. “Good morning, madam. What do you care for?” Delaney asked. She wore a pair of black jeans, her red T-shirt neatly tucked in, a red face cap on her head, and a pair of black cover shoes. “Can’t you see I’m talking to my client?” the lady raised her head as she snapped at Delaney. “Delaney?” she called. “Oh, it’s you.” She turned to her client. “Don’t you know Delaney Marlowe? She was one of the biggest models in the city—very rude and arrogant. So you are working as a waitress now? How pathetic.” Delaney’s eyes welled with tears, but she hid it. The lady’s words hurt her. The lady said, “We will be leaving soon, so we don’t need anythin

The ambulance siren pierced through the night as it sped toward the hospital. Inside, the paramedics worked quickly around Ari. “Her contractions are getting stronger,” one of them said urgently. Ari gripped the edge of the stretcher, sweat forming on her forehead. “Alex…” she whispered weakly. Alex sat beside her, holding her hand tightly. “I’m here,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “I’m right here.” Another contraction hit. Ari cried out in pain, her body trembling. “It’s not time, Alex. My babies still need to grow,” she said weakly. The paramedic quickly checked the monitor. “We’re losing time,” he said. “We need to get her to the operating room immediately. This is preterm labor.” Alex’s heart pounded in his chest. “Will she be okay ?” he asked anxiously. “She’s still fighting,” the paramedic replied. “But we have to move fast.” Minutes later, the ambulance screeched to a stop at the hospital entrance. Doctors and nurses rushed forward wi

The phone slipped slowly from Alex’s hand. The entire room had gone silent. Lisa stared at him, her heart racing. “Alex… what happened?” Alex didn’t answer immediately. His jaw was tight, his eyes burning with something darker than anger. “He has Ari,” he finally said. Lisa’s face went pale. “What?” “He wants ten billion dollars,” Alex said, his voice dangerously calm. “And he’s threatening to force her into premature labor if I don’t come alone.” Lisa covered her mouth in shock. “That monster…” Alex’s phone buzzed. A message. Evander. Alex opened it. An address appeared on the screen. An abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Twenty minutes. Lisa stepped closer. “You’re not actually going alone, right?” Alex grabbed his coat. “Yes.” “But Alex—” “This ends tonight.” He walked toward the door. Lisa followed quickly. “He’s dangerous! You can’t just walk in there!” Alex stopped. For a moment, he didn’t speak. Then he looked at her. “If anything happ

"Anna!" Her voice echoed through the woods. "Carden!" The priest’s voice came immediately after. It was morning. Anna and Carden had fallen asleep after the heavy rain and their previous encounter. Anna was curled into Carden’s arm like a baby, both of them still lying naked. "Anna!" Her mum’s voice came through again. The voice was getting closer this time. Carden jolted awake. He turned to see Anna lying close to him, naked; his eyes ran over her bare body. Damn, she’s so hot, he gasped to himself. He could feel his body becoming aroused by the glance of her; her face—damn, nothing seemed as beautiful as it. He didn’t mind having a beautiful experience with her, but the voices from afar made it difficult for him. "Anna," he called softly. Anna stretched her body and turned to the other side, sleep still in her eyes. "We need to go. They are looking for us," Carden said as he stood up to dress. Anna murmured unknown words; Carden smiled at the sound. "Let’s go, An

Carden took a stroll far from the house into the woods . The thought of Carlos’ death weighed heavily on his heart. Sister Vera had called earlier to inform him that the police had come to move the body to the morgue. Carden decided to walk a few miles away from the house. He cried silently, wondering how Arnold had taken the important people in his life. Revenge and pain filled his heart. He had no idea who to talk to anymore. Then a hand reached for his shoulder — soft and delicate. He turned slowly and saw that it was Anna. “What’s wrong?” Anna spoke softly. Carden stood speechless. “I saw you leaving the house, and I had to follow you. I’m sorry about Carlos’ death, but you need to get yourself together.” Carden sighed heavily. A loud thunderstrike filled the sky, and the wind blew fiercely, carrying leaves away. “It seems it’s going to rain heavily. Let’s go back home,” Anna suggested. Carden nodded as they turned to leave. He hadn’t realized he had walked f

⸻ The recorder clicked off. Silence filled the room like smoke after a gunshot. Eric Jose leaned back slowly, studying Anna’s face. “Everything you said… are you willing to repeat that under oath?” Anna swallowed. “Yes.” Her mother reached for her hand under the table. Carden hadn’t moved. He stood by the window, staring through the torn curtain at the empty woods outside. Fred spoke first. “Officer, if we move against Arnold, we cannot fail. He has money. Influence. Guards.” Eric nodded once. “Men like him always think money erases evidence. It doesn’t. It just buries it. We dig.” Carden finally turned. “No,” he said calmly. “We don’t dig.” They all looked at him. “We cut.” There was something different in his voice now—no heat, no shaking. Just calculation. Fred watched him carefully. “What are you thinking?” Fred’s phone buzzed. A text came to him from his inside man. “Mr. Williams just arrived at the mansion. Arnold’s plans aren’t real, Boss.” F

⸻ Carden sat upright on the couch, elbows resting on his knees, his phone still in his hand. Carlos was dead. He didn’t know it yet — but something inside him already felt it. The unknown caller. The package. Mr. Arnold. The way the man had said his real name. Carden’s jaw tightened. There was no running anymore. Arnold knew. About him. About Anna. About everything. A soft knock interrupted his thoughts. Three short taps. That was Fred’s signal. Carden quickly rose and unlocked the door. Fred stepped in, his expression unusually blank — too blank. Eric Jose stepped in after him. Carden frowned, surprised to see someone else. “Who’s this?” he asked. Fred turned to speak, but Eric Jose stretched out his hand first. “I’m Officer Eric Jose,” he said. Carden shook his hand firmly. “And what are you doing here?” Carden asked curiously. Fred cut in. “He wants to speak with Anna.” Just then, the priest walked toward them, rubbing his eyes. He had just woken up. Fred had

It was early morning at their hideout. Anna lay curled against her mother on the bed, both finally surrendered to exhausted sleep. Carden lay awake on the couch, staring at the ceiling. Sleep wouldn’t come. His mind was a battlefield. He had come searching for Anna… only to uncover secrets about himself — secrets that changed everything. And Carlos. He needed to talk to Carlos. He was the only one who might understand what he had discovered about his past. Carden had tried calling him several times. No response. Then suddenly — his phone rang. Carlos. He grabbed it immediately. “Hello? Man, where have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you!” Silence. “Carlos? Hello? Can you hear me?” Nothing. Just breathing. Faint. Then— The call ended. A cold wave of unease washed over him. He dialed again. No answer. Moments later, another call came in. Unknown ID. Carden hesitated before answering. “Hello?” “Good morning, Mr. Carden.” His blood froze. They knew his real n

Carden’s voice trembled. “So that skull belongs to my father?” Fred looked at him, pain heavy in his eyes. “Yes.” Silence swallowed the room. Anna slowly reached for Carden’s hand. He didn’t pull away—but his jaw tightened, his eyes dark with something deeper than anger. It was vengeance. The priest cleared his throat. “Arnold kept it there as a warning, a reminder of what happens to betrayal.” Carden let out a bitter laugh. “Betrayal? My father tried to stop a monster.” “And that,” Fred said quietly, “is why you’re still alive. Arnold never found out where Elias sent you. If he had…” “He would have finished the job,” Carden completed. Anna squeezed his hand tighter. “You’re not alone anymore.” ⸻AT THE MANSION.. Arnold arrived at the mansion. The whole place was chaotic. Immediately he stepped out, he shot a gun into the air. “How did y’all let it happen?”The call he got earlier before ending Carlos was from sister Vera and she had told him everything as inst