Novels by Elizabeth Isaac

The name barely left her lips. Sister Vera smiled gently as she walked closer, her eyes fixed on Arnold. “You’ve grown reckless,” she said softly. Arnold let out a quiet chuckle. “And you’ve been away too long.” They stood facing each other now. Like old allies. “I have missed you baby, Arnold spoke. I have missed you too sugar”. Then they kissed passionately and brief. Anna’s confusion deepened. Her pulse raced. “What… is this…?” she whispered. But no one answered her. Sister Vera hung her hands around Arnold, her gaze flicking briefly toward Anna—something unreadable passing through her eyes. Then back to him. “You’re losing control,” she said. Arnold tilted his head slightly. “Am I?” he replied, almost amused. “Yes,” she said simply. “And it’s making you sloppy.” A pause. Then— Her smile widened slightly. “And you know I don’t like sloppy work.” Arnold laughed softly under his breath. For the first time— He didn’t look like a mons

The abandoned house felt colder than usual. Not because of the weather—but because of fear. It clung to the walls. It sat in the silence between breaths. Fred stood over the table, maps and scattered papers spread before him. His fingers pressed hard against the wood, his jaw tight with focus. Carden stood beside him, restless. Pacing. Stopping. Pacing again. Every second that passed felt like a blade dragging slowly across his chest. Across the room, Rita sat on a worn-out chair, her body trembling as quiet sobs escaped her. “My daughter…” she whispered brokenly. “My Anna…” Her hands clutched tightly to her chest as if trying to hold herself together. Carden stopped pacing. His eyes softened for just a second as he looked at her—but it didn’t last. It couldn’t. Because guilt was louder. Because anger burned hotter. “We’ll get her back,” he said, his voice firm, though something underneath it cracked slightly. Rita looked up at him, her eyes swo

Anna’s breath hitched. For a moment, she couldn’t speak. Arnold’s eyes didn’t leave her neck. The faint red mark—barely visible—had ignited something dark and volatile inside him. “Answer me,” he said, his voice low but dangerous. Anna swallowed hard.She quickly shifted her thoughts to Carden, the night they had at the abandoned house when it rained. “It’s nothing,” she said quickly, shaking her head. “I must have hit something when they dragged me in—” Arnold’s hand shot out suddenly, gripping her chin and forcing her face up. “Don’t lie to me.” His grip wasn’t just firm—it was possessive. Anna winced. “I’m not lying,” she whispered, her voice trembling now. For a second, it looked like he might believe her. But then his expression hardened again. He released her abruptly and stepped back. “Guards!” he barked. The door opened immediately. Two men stepped in. Arnold pointed at them without hesitation. “Which one of you touched her?” They exchanged confused glances.

The room was silent except for the faint sound of Anna’s breathing. Her wrists were tied tightly to the arms of the chair, the rope biting into her skin. The dim light above flickered occasionally, casting shadows across her face. She stared ahead, trying to stay strong, trying not to let fear swallow her whole. The door creaked open. Anna flinched. Arnold stepped in slowly, his expression unreadable. For a moment, he just stood there, watching her. Then his gaze shifted slightly—something darker settling in his eyes. He turned sharply toward the guards standing by the wall. “Leave,” he said coldly. They hesitated for half a second before stepping out. The door shut behind them. Silence returned. Arnold walked closer, stopping a few steps in front of her. His eyes scanned her face, her arms… then lingered briefly, as if searching for something he couldn’t yet name. His jaw tightened. Without another word, he turned and walked out again. ⸻ A few minutes later, the atmos

Anna’s blood ran cold. She turned slowly. Arnold stood at the doorway, a dark smile on his face. “I was wondering how long it would take,” he said, stepping inside. His eyes locked onto hers. “And here you are… walking right back into my hands.” Arnold stepped further into the room, his presence filling every corner with quiet menace. “Well,” he repeated, tilting his head slightly, “this saves me the stress of coming to find you.” Anna instinctively stepped in front of her father, her hands trembling but her stance firm. “Let him go,” she said, her voice low but steady. Arnold let out a soft chuckle. “You walk into my house uninvited… and you’re making demands?” Her father looked between them, confusion deepening. “Anna… what is going on?” he asked again. “This isn’t the time,” she whispered urgently. “Please, just trust me.” But Arnold raised a hand. “No, no,” he interrupted smoothly. “I think it’s time he knows.” His gaze shifted to Anna’s father. “Your daughter ha

Soon, they entered the car Fred drove. “Where are we going, and why are we heading in this direction?” Carden asked, his voice edged with suspicion. Fred turned to look at him briefly before returning his eyes to the road. A slow, knowing smile crept onto his lips. “Since he knows everywhere we’re hiding,” Fred said calmly, “how about we hide under his nose?” The words hung in the air, leaving everyone stunned. No one spoke after that. The engine hummed steadily as the car sped through the quiet roads, tension thick enough to suffocate them. Anna sat in the backseat beside her mother, clutching her hand tightly. Her heart raced—not just from fear, but from the uncertainty of Fred’s plan. Carden leaned back, crossing his arms, his eyes fixed on Fred through the rearview mirror. He didn’t trust this plan—not completely—but he had no better option. A few hours later, they arrived. The car slowed to a stop in front of what looked like an abandoned building. Its walls wer

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