Novels by Elizabeth A.

Honey. I was taken to Michael’s room. I covered my mouth as I paced around the empty room. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. This was all wrong. How had I gone from finding my son to offering my body to Michael? The moment Michael’s men left, I rushed to the door and was about to push it open when it opened from outside. I froze as the door creaked open, and Michael walked inside with a mischievous smile. “Going somewhere?” he teased.“What did you do to Lorenzo?” I demanded.“Why are you asking?” he shot back. “I thought you didn’t care about him.”“He is still the father of my son,” I reminded him. Pursing his lips, Michael nodded, striding toward me. “Well, I suppose you could say that.”He was getting too close, invading my space. I stepped backward, trying to keep as much distance from him as possible. “So, did you tell him where Leo is?” I demanded.“Of course I did. We made a deal, didn’t we?” he asked, cornering me against the wall. My back hit the wall, and I stiffe

Honey.I went back to my room and met the stylist waiting for me. In no time, they dressed me up and one of the yacht staff took me to the theater. I gripped my purse as I entered the theater and was surprised to see it almost empty. Given that there was a music show, I expected to see more people, but excluding the staff, Michael was the only audience. He sat in the front row, watching an Orchestra playing various musical instruments on the stage. Hearing my footsteps, he turned in my direction and smiled. He took in my outfit and flicked his finger at me. “I just knew you were going to pick this dress. It seems you and I might just happen to have the same taste.”The stylist had shown me five different dresses I could wear for the show. I had picked a blue flowing dress which was fastened around my waist. If I knew this was the dress Michael had expected me to choose, I would have gone for the boring black dress.“I have to admit,” I said, walking towards him. “You seem to know the

Honey. The chef had prepared the fish I had caught in different food varieties. I had sent instructions to the chef to exclude some dishes from having fish as I was a vegetarian. When the meal was served on a dining table, Micheal laughed as he watched me search for the dishes that didn't have any fish. “Aren’t you a funny one?” He asked. “You caught such a huge fish, but you wouldn’t even have a taste of it.” “I’m a vegetarian.” “I’m curious,” he expressed, leaning closer to me. “Why do you go fishing when you can't even eat fish?” I looked away from the dishes and focused my attention on him. “I might be a vegetarian, but my parents aren't. I used to help them hunt for fish. Besides that, fishing is a fun activity.” “So why don't you like fish?” “Because it is dead flesh?” Micheal laughed. “So you will eat an alive one?” I narrowed my eyes at him, knowing clearly that he was just pulling my legs. “Of course, I won’t eat an alive one.” He nodded. “Yeah, I know. I was just k

Honey.The next morning we had gone to meet Michael at his yacht. I saw him standing at the stairs of the yacht. He waved at me when he saw me and walked down from the stairs. “You look beautiful, sweetheart,” he said, assessing my outfits. I hadn't worn something complicated. I was wearing a simple floral dress and a beach hat to shield my face from the scorching sun. I adjusted the hat on my head and looked at the yacht by the harbour of the sea. It was magnificent and huge. Too huge. I could barely see the top of it. Seeing how big it was, I understood why Micheal was planning on spending the weekend in it. The yacht looked like a typical mansion. “Is this the yacht for vacation?” I asked, shocked that a yacht as big as that even existed. Michael turned back and nodded. “Yes, it is,” Michal smiled. “Don't worry, I have arranged a lot of things we could do together this weekend. Trust me, it will be fun.”Lorenzo looked around the harbour, his glance calculative. He had brought

Honey. We walked into the room and saw Michael sitting behind his desk. He smiled when he saw us and stood up. “Oh my gosh!” He gasped, walking towards us. “I can’t believe both of you decided to visit me!” He approached me and spread his arms wide open to hug me, but I stepped out of his way. He pouted when he noticed I wasn’t willing to hug him. “Oh come on, Honey,” he said. “It has been a long time since we met. Don’t you miss me at all?” I shook my hair, brushing my hair backward. “No, I don’t.” Micheal nodded and crossed his arms. “So why are you here if you don’t miss me?” “Let’s have our seat first,” Lorenzo said, pulling Honey behind him. Michael laughed, touching his chest. “How rude of me to keep you all standing,” he walked toward the couch at the center of his office and sat. Then he waved at the other vacant couch. “Have your seat.” Lorenzo and I sat down together. Michael rested his back on the couch and curled his hand under his chin before saying. “So what w

Honey.Gripping the sheet in my hands, I went to the living room and slumped down on a couch. Lorenzo’s words are still echoing in my head. How could he blame me for Leo’s disappearance?Right from the start, I had tried everything possible to keep Leo safe. I had hidden far away, keeping my existence secret just so nobody would know about Leo. Just so he could be safe, but even everything I had done wasn’t enough to keep him safe. I gripped my chest and wiped the tears running down my face. Maybe Lorenzo was right. Maybe I did a bad job at protecting Leo. I was still drowning in my tears when I saw Lorenzo coming down the stairs. He looked angry and something told me it wasn't because of our argument. He called some of his men and gave them instructions. I stood up from the couch and approached him. “What’s happened?” I asked. “Have you found Leo?”“Not yet, but there is a high chance he is with Michael.”“Are you going to meet Michael right now?”“Yeah, stay in the Villa. I will

After the auction was over, Sydney went to the restroom. She met Ashley in the restroom, standing proudly before a mirror. She was retouching her mascara along her eyelashes when she noticed Sydney’s presence. She lowered the mascara brush from her face and scoffed. “What are you doing here?” Sydney fought the urge to roll her eyes as she walked past Ashley. “This is a restroom.” Ashley caressed the heart of the sea necklace around her neck and said, “You must be embarrassed that you lost something like this to me.” She straightened up and looked at Sydney. “You got yourself another rich man yet you can’t afford to bid one million dollars. Why? Did your new man find out that you are worthless?” Sydney ignored Ashley and looked at her reflection in the mirror, adjusting her curly chestnut brown hair to the side of her face. “Let me give you a little advice just for old times. You aren't married to Julian anymore. No man will spend so much on you as he did. Keep that in mind before

Sydney and Aleric were engaged in their conversation when Julian and Ashley walked into the auction room. Julian stopped by his seat, looking at Sydney before Ashley called for his attention to have his seat. They had sat at the other side of the room. Soon, the room was filled with many people and the auction started. The auctioneer stepped onto the stage, speaking about the various items the Steinfeld family will be auctioning for charity. The first item on the menu was a diamond necklace called the heart of the sea which was owned by the only daughter of the Steinfeld family. It was believed to be worn by Rose during the Titanic which made it very peculiar and invaluable. Many of the guests were in awe at the beauty of the necklace and wanted to have it themselves. “This necklace will start bidding at ten thousand dollars,” the auctioneer announced, standing before the necklace which was displayed on a distinctive glass stand. Ashley studied the necklace, her heart clenched t

Sdyney walked into the auction room and spotted Aleric sitting alone. He was Julian’s business rival as they both owned construction companies and usually competed for projects. She walked towards him and sat down, crossing her legs as she got herself comfortable. She turned to his side and said, “You must be the famous Aleric.” The man turned and focused his attention on Sydney, his brow raising slightly as he studied her face. “I’m sorry, do I know who you are?” Aleric asked politely. “I’m Sydney, Julian's ex-wife,” Sydney replied with a dry smile. Aleric looked surprised. “I didn’t know you guys had divorced. I’m sorry to hear about that,” he said calmly. Sydney shook her head. She picked up a drink from the tray of a passing waiter before saying, “Please don't be. The divorce was for the best.” She studied Aleric. He was handsome and had a muscular build, but he wasn't as hot as Julian. Wait, why was she even comparing him to Julian? “You must be wondering why I'm talkin

“Ex-Husband, We are divorced.” Her mother crossed her arms, looking pleased. “Well, it's a good thing you finally realized that man doesn’t deserve you as his wife.” She picked up a cup of coffee from the polished mahogany table. “People like him never match our standards to begin with.” Julian might be a billionaire, but compared to the Steinfeld family whose total wealth exceeded trillion dollars, he was insignificant. “He divorced me,” Sydney clarified. Her mother blinked, her hand freezing as she held her cup of coffee close to her mouth. “What did you just say?” Sydney sighed, dropping her cutlery by her dish. “He divorced me, claiming I cheated on him.” “Did you?” Her brother asked, looking curious. “So what if she cheated?” Her aunt demanded, narrowing her eyes at her brother. “It is obvious Sydney must have been going through hell in that marriage!” Her aunt rubbed her forehead and gave Sydney a sympathetic look. “That was why we had advised you not to marry him.

After driving for an hour, the car parked in front of a magnificent mansion. The staff working at the mansion had already filed out to welcome Sydney. It had been five years since she had been home so they wanted her to feel welcomed on her arrival. The man who had come to pick her got down from the car and went to open the back door for Sydney. He was her father's personal chauffeur. Seeing that her father had sent his personal chauffeur to pick her up, Sydney felt her father must have missed her too and might have forgiven her for what she had done. Sydney got down from the car. Although it had been years since she left, the mansion looked the same and felt like home. The head of the staff stepped forward and bowed in courtesy. “Welcome home, Miss Steinfeld.” After greeting Sydney, she directed the staff on what to do. Some of the staff came to meet her and helped in removing her jacket and another collected her purse and placed it on a tray. Others went to the boot and took ou

“I wouldn’t let you insult me like this, Julian!” Sydney snapped. “I have been devoted to you all through our marriage and you are just going to accuse me of cheating on you when you don’t even amhave any proof?” “Who said I didn’t have proof?” Julian said.”Ashley showed me everything.” “So you will believe Ashley’s words over mine?” Sydney’s voice broke as she spoke. “Ashley is lying to you! Can’t you see that?!” Julian rubbed his face, his frown deepening. He pointed at the exit of the living room and said. “Just get out of my house, Sydney. Me and you are done!” Sydney exhaled, her whole body trembling. Tears pricked behind her eyes, but she fought against it. “I hope you are happy with your decision,” she said and walked out of the living room. Ashley smirked as she watched Sydney leaving the living room. Outside the mansion, Sydney stood by the roadside with her luggage. She brought out her phone from her purse and dialed a number she hadn’t called for five years. In no ti