Novelas de Elizabeth Isaac

Arnold’s mansion Arnold was furious. His men had failed to catch Fred and Mrs. Ruth, and that enraged him even more. There had been a third person with them—he was sure of it. The voice had sounded familiar, but Arnold said nothing. “Take Anna to her room. Immediately,” he ordered coldly. As his men obeyed, his mind raced. He needed Mrs. Ruth. He needed Fred. And he would have them. He glanced at the bodies scattered across the floor and sneered. “Clean this place up.” The auction had been ruined. His clients had fled. Everything was a mess. “He’s here,” one of the guards said, rushing in to inform him of a visitor’s arrival. Arnold’s mood instantly brightened abit. “I don’t want him to see me yet,” Arnold said. “You’ll attend to him. Tell him I have urgent business to handle. Get everything he knows—and make sure you record it.” The men nodded and left. Guest Room The man seated in the guest room had heard the chaos earlier—gunshots, shouting, hurried foots

Fred stood frozen in place, his instincts screaming at him. Every wool of his being told him the familiar presence he felt was real—but he couldn’t turn to confirm it. Not now. Anna was on stage, which meant the mission had already begun. There was no room for doubt. Sister Vera’s voice crackled through the comms. “We need to act in fifteen minutes. Our time starts now.” Fred exhaled slowly. “Copy.” He tapped his earpiece again. “Carden, move closer to the stage. Don’t blow it.” Then, turning slightly toward Mrs. Ruth, he lowered his voice. “Stay calm. In fifteen minutes, you’ll have your daughter in your arms.” Mrs. Ruth nodded, but her clenched fists betrayed her. Her urge was getting the best of her. On stage, Arnold held Anna firmly by the arm, presenting her to the room like a prized possession. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he announced smoothly, “meet my muse.” The crowd murmured in awe. “She’s not for sale,” Arnold continued, a smile curling on his lips, “but tonight, we’

Fred led the way through a narrow back passage, the air damp and stale. The walls closed in as if the building itself was listening. “Stay sharp,” Fred whispered. “No lights unless absolutely necessary. Surveillance is everywhere.” Mrs. Ruth and Carden nodded silently. They moved through empty hallways lined with framed photographs—children. Unknown faces. Too young. Too still. The silence pressed hard against their chests. Mrs. Ruth swallowed. “How many Annas walked these halls”?,She asked rhetorically. Footsteps echoed ahead. A guard. Fred raised his fist instantly. All movement stopped. Flashlights clicked off. They melted into the shadows, backs pressed against the cold wall. The guard walked closer. Closer. Fred slid his hand into his pocket, fingers closing around the grip of his handgun. His jaw tightened. With a subtle signal, he warned Ruth and Carden to stay absolutely still. The footsteps stopped. Fred burst forward, gun raised. “Don’t move.” “Bo

Tonight ??? “I need to get ready. I need to go with you guys,” Mrs. Ruth said, standing up. “No, you don’t need to,” Fred tried to calm her. “This is too dangerous. And you are his next target, so you need to stay safe until we get Anna.” “Please, no. I need to go.” “Go to where?” Sister Vera’s voice came in. Everyone turned to look at her. She was standing at the door. “Where are you all going?” Fred gave a frustrated stare. It seemed he didn’t want Sister Vera to know, and now she had walked in on them while they were having this conversation. “Carden, Fred,” she called. “What’s going on? Are you taking Mrs. Ruth from here?” “No, no, we are not,” Carden said. He stared at Fred; his look showed he didn’t want Sister Vera to know, but now they had no choice. Before he could speak, Mrs. Ruth spoke up. “They want to go to the mansion for the auction, and they don’t want me to go with them. I need to see my girl. Even if it’s dangerous—” “Mrs. Ruth, I understand,” Sis

Fred marched hard on the brakes, the car screeching to a dead stop by the roadside. His chest breathing up and down , anger pounding through his veins after the call with Carlos. The night felt tighter somehow, as if the darkness itself were listening and ready to speak out the already known. Before he could restart the engine, his phone rang again. An unknown number. He stared at it for a second, then answered. Silence. Then a voice—smooth, familiar, and cruel. “Well, well, well,” the voice said. “A prodigal son who went astray, yet still chooses to fight his father—forgetting where he came from.” Fred’s jaw clenched. “Arnold,” he said coldly. A low chuckle followed. “Ah. Seems I’ve taken permanent residence in your head.” “What do you want?” Fred asked. “Good question,” Arnold replied calmly. “You have what I want.” Fred scoffed. “What are you talking about?” “I hear Mrs. Ruth is with you,” Arnold said. “I need her. Bring her to me.” “You must be sick,” Fred snapped. A

At the mansion, afternoon light crept in softly through the tall curtains, but Anna’s mind was far from peaceful. She woke late, the remnants of a restless night clinging to her. Arnold’s words from the evening before replayed in her thoughts—a surprise, he had said. Yet the night had passed without anything unusual. She sighed and pushed the covers aside, heading toward the bathroom. A knock stopped her. Anna opened the door to find Arnold standing there, impeccably dressed as always, his expression unreadable. He stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. “There’s an auction in a few days,” he said calmly. “One I’ve personally arranged.” Anna studied his face. “Is that the surprise you were talking about?” Arnold’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. “No,” he replied. “That comes later. And trust me—you’ll be amused.” The smile sent a chill down her spine. “You’ll need to be present at the auction,” he added, turning toward the door. “Prepare yourself.”

Cynthia consoled Ari gently, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “I’m so sorry you had to go through all of this,” she said softly. Ari looked at her, tears still glistening. “I… I didn’t mean to keep anything from you. Please forgive me.” Cynthia smiled faintly. “ It’s okay Ari, the important thing is that your babies have a dad and you know him. So from now on No more secrets, okay? Promise me that.” “I promise,” Ari whispered. After work in the evening, Cynthia insisted on driving Ari to her trailer. The place didn’t seem pleasing to her—small and modest—but Ari loved it.She told Ari to come leave with her instead but she refused. “I couldn’t leave,” Ari said. “This trailer… it’s peaceful. It’s just me and the kids. I love it here.” Cynthia sighed but respected her choice. “If you say so,” she murmured. They chatted for a while, Ari’s tension easing as she shared small details about her life. Just then, Alexander walked in, carrying more groceries and vitamins. He

THE SAME MORNING Cynthia hurried down the sidewalk, adjusting her bag as she prepared for work. She was already running late when a familiar voice called out behind her. “Cynthia.” She turned. Evander stood a few feet away, keys in hand, his expression unreadable. “Evander?” she said, surprised. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” He forced a thin smile. “On my way to work.” Her eyes softened instinctively. “How’s Ari? I haven’t seen her in a while.” The question made something snap in him. “Ari?” he scoffed. “She’s no longer my concern.” Cynthia frowned. “What do you mean?” “We’re divorced and she’s now married,” Evander said flatly. Her steps faltered. “Divorced? Married? But she told me—” “She cheated,” he cut in sharply. “Got pregnant for another man.” Cynthia froze. “That’s not possible. Ari wouldn’t—” “Oh, she did,” Evander snapped, bitterness dripping from his voice. “And not just any man. A homeless hag she picked off the street. She was too desperate to have a c

⸻ IN THE MORNING It was Monday. Evander woke with his mind racing. Ari’s words from the restaurant the night before echoed relentlessly, along with the message he had received right after they left. Something about it felt wrong. No… he can’t be. I refuse to believe that. As he prepared for work and stepped into the bathroom, another thought unsettled him—his anonymous boss had requested to see him today. Evander had never seen the man. Not once. He didn’t even know what he looked like. The idea of meeting him made his chest tighten. After his bath, he headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Delaney was still asleep. They had gone clubbing the night before—Sunday—because she’d insisted, “The baby wants it.” His phone buzzed. From: A. Draven Subject: Meeting Update The meeting has been postponed until further notice. Relief flooded him. Evander exhaled a shaky laugh. “I knew it,” he muttered. “That homeless hag can’t be my boss.” But even as he smiled,

OUTSIDE THE RESTAURANT The night air hit Ari hard as she stepped outside, her hand still locked around Alexander’s. Only when they were several steps away did she realize she was shaking. She stopped. Alexander turned to her. “Ari.” Slowly, she released his hand, staring at her palm as if she didn’t recognize it. “I… I’ve never done that before.” “Slapped someone?” he asked quietly. “Stood up like that,” she corrected. “I didn’t even think. I just—” She pressed a hand to her chest. “Something snapped.” Alexander studied her—really studied her—and what he saw unsettled him. This wasn’t desperation. This wasn’t manipulation. This was a woman pushed too far. “You shouldn’t have done that for me,” he said. She looked up sharply. “I didn’t do it for you.” He raised a brow. “I did it because I was tired,” she continued. “Tired of being insulted. Tired of being small. Tired of letting people think they can walk over me because I’m pregnant and alone.” “And they bo

⸻ INSIDE THE RESTAURANT “Ari,” Evander called again, his voice rising in disbelief. Delaney’s eyes followed his stare, then narrowed when she recognized Ari’s face. A slow, cruel smile curved her lips. “Well, well,” Delaney scoffed. “Look who it is—the ex-wife who cheated on her husband, and now she’s pregnant with a bastard child.” Ari stiffened but said nothing. Delaney laughed mockingly. “I see pregnancy didn’t fix your life. Still scrubbing floors, still alone, and now with a fatherless child.” Evander shook his head. “Honestly, Ari, this is embarrassing. You cheated on me and ended up scrubbing floors. You didn’t appreciate the roof I put over your head. You couldn’t even secure a rich man to get pregnant for.” Ari’s grip tightened around the mop handle. Slowly, she raised her head, her eyes burning. “A roof… you mean the one I work hard to pay for while you sleep around with anything that comes your way,” eyeing Delaney. “Watch your tongue,” Evander warned. Ari smile

⸻ AT DELANEY APARTMENT Delaney was shocked at Evander words. Evander asked again, “What don’t you want me to find out?” Delaney tried composing herself. “Oh, you are here. Why didn’t you tell me you are coming home early?” “Delaney…” Evander snapped. “Oh, about that,” Delaney lowered her voice, giving a sympathetic look. “Alright, fine… I was organizing a dinner for the both of us at a restaurant tomorrow. I wanted to surprise you for your being a good dad and an amazing man to me and your unborn child,” she said, holding her stomach. “Oh… I thought…” Evander tried to speak. “You thought what?” Delaney raised her brow. “Sorry, dear… I’m just stressed.” “Okay…” Delaney replied. “So now you know that I was planning on surprising you. You have ruined the plans.” Evander smiled, walked slowly to her at the counter. He walked up to her and held her waist. “I’m sorry, dear, but we can still go through with the plans. Tomorrow is weekend, so it’s a perfect time to spend time wi