Novel & Cerita Book About Elizabeth Holmes

The one whose name strikes fear into the heart of others Kenzo Rossi… A workaholic with no social life, he needs a date for a business dinner. She needs the money for the next day… Just when Elizabeth’s love life gets trampled on, A tall manly, blue-eyed demon comes crashing in Elizabeth’ might just be getting more than she bargained for when she becomes ‘The Escort’ (I hope you read it and please let me know which you think is better, thank you.)

“The police couldn't do anything. By the time I found Lance, as my dad had said, The house was in flames. They found my dad's body, but my mom's…” “Hey,” the other lady spoke. “I'm fine. I'm just a little emotional today.” “How did you know it was him?” The next word, caught my attention and Iooked down at my hand.. “The tattoo. The Viper tattoo…” For the next few seconds, I couldn't hear anything because of the shock. That child had escaped. Elizabeth was Holmes daughter. “So, that's your plan. You're going to play both brothers until you get enough evidence?” “Yes.”

She was someone I genuinely trusted in a room full of people whose motives I questioned. "Elizabeth, it's wonderful to see you," I said, embracing her warmly. "How have you been?" "Better than you, apparently," she said with concern. "Ophelia, I've been following the news about what happened to you. I'm so sorry about everything you went through." "Thank you," I said. "But I survived it, and now I'm using that experience to help others." "You've certainly made an impression tonight," Elizabeth observed. "I've overheard at least a dozen conversations about the mysterious Sterling daughter who vanished for years and returned as a force to be reckoned with."

{This part begins after the main story: Chapter One-Zero-Three: Devils.} "No...no...no..." Elizabeth muttered as she searched her suitcase for her notebook. A pink toy caught her attention before she sighed, remembering the trouble sex toys had put her in. It wasn't that exact toy; those two, Mimi and Momo (Yes, she named her sex toys), were forever lost in Christopher's car. This pink vibrating and thrusting dildo was a different toy that was meant to help her get adjusted in the city had she and Olivia succeeded in their escape.

“We’d complain about our husbands endlessly. But her life… hers was worse. She told me Mr. Zephyr isn’t just a billionaire—he’s a mafia boss.” My stomach drops, and the champagne suddenly feels like acid in my throat. She knows. “All of a sudden, she disappeared. Her calls stopped, her number was cut, and I’ve never seen her again—not with Mr. Zephyr or anywhere else. Turning abruptly, she fixes her gaze on me. “She’s still alive, right?” She ask? I shake my head. “I… I have no idea. I didn’t even know she existed until you told me.” She exhales and an uneasy silence fills the air, as if we’re both thinking about the worst possible thing that could have happened to Elizabeth”

"I can't blame your mother completely like Balthazar ... Your mother, she is a very ... " "Ambitious?" I continued as He looked doubtful. Vincent nodded curtly. "Elizabeth was ambitious and revolutionary. She just got stuck and met the wrong people- Or too right? Depends on how you look at it," he said. He took the large bowl of salad in front of me and divided it into three small plates.

This story I believe is one of my finest piece and so far has been a journey to me. Writing a mafia's story is an adventure itself. It can be thrilling, heart warming, interesting and full of characters. I will continue giving updates on Elizabeth's journey and I want you to follow up on her journey with the mafia's leader Leonardo. And for the characters you have been waiting to see. Elizabeth is a bold, clever lady who knows exactly what to do in every situation and she is also a soft hearted woman who needs to be protected.

Elizabeth had been investigating them. In the center of the room sat an old laptop computer. When I opened it, the screen lit up showing a document titled "Escape Plan - Version 7." My hands shook as I read Elizabeth's words: *"If you're reading this, something has happened to me. My name is Elizabeth Richie, and I've been trapped in this house for eight months. My husband Alexander is part of a network that kills women like me. I thought he loved me, but I was just another victim."*

Elizabeth’s POV. - I feel defeated as I lay sprawled on the floor in Elaine’s bedroom. I know I’m not proud of my culinary skills but...Vyin was exceptional. ‘How can such a dangerous guy be well versed on matters of the kitchen?’ I grumble angrily, rolling onto my side when the bathroom door comes open to reveal Elaine in her pink and purple floral pajamas and a white towel draped over her shoulders.

Elizabeth took a long, slow sip… and said the words like she was discussing the weather. “I killed her.” I blinked. Tapped my ears. Surely I heard wrong. This bitch did not just say she killed someone! “You did WHAT?” I shouted. Elizabeth sighed, rolling her eyes. “I killed the maid, Selena. That’s what I said.” “ARE YOU MAD?!” I screamed, grabbing my hair. “Why would you KILL her?!” “Because I needed her identity,” Elizabeth replied calmly. “Relax. No one will find her. And since she was new, it won’t matter. Her records weren’t even processed yet.”