Elisa Lam Case Novels & Stories

As we were about to win this case, Paul’s lawyer,Wyatt, requested to present his witness. “Your Honour, I’d like to ask Ms. Elisa, the former girlfriend of James Miller to come to the witness box.” I audibly gasped and so did Jimmy. He was shocked and heartbroken. I wish I could comfort him right now. I looked over at Landon who was composed and calm, like he had expected something like this to happen. “Good Morning, your honour.” She said with the same innocent voice she talked to me with. I wanted to punch her in her stupid face. This isn’t fair, why is Jimmy still suffering, he has suffered enough in his life.

All that was left was to wait for the sentence. On top of that, the memory card holding the footage from the camera in Sherry's Beetle had been restored. Wilbur's innocence would be proven, and Cape's reputation would be restored as well. It was the perfect solution. Elsa had yet another win to add to her records. She was a little pleased with herself, having solved so many cases lately. There was Kenji Lillith's gambling ring, the sick man turning into the monster, and now there was Telford Gills' downfall. Altogether, she now had three major cases on her record.

Her hair was gray, pulled back in a tight bun and we only sat when she sat. The gavel tapped once. "Case number 2024-0871," she said, her voice flat. "Élise Moreau versus Alexander Moreau. Charges of sexual assault and abuse." She looked at the prosecution. "Is the plaintiff ready?" Elise's lawyer stood. "We are, Your Honor." She looked at me. "Is the defense ready?" Bernard stood. "We are, Your Honor." She nodded. "Then let's begin." The gavel tapped again.

“Then find out what he knows.” “I will.” “What about Isla?” Graham asked. “She stays in Geneva. Nothing changes publicly until we know which evidence is reliable.” “Agreed.” Dominic ended the call and looked at the two names that had brought the investigation to a standstill. Hazel Elsdon. Isla Marquez. One was living at the Delacroix estate. The other had spent months working inside the Delacroix organization without understanding why the family name felt increasingly familiar. The question was no longer simply which woman was Aniela Delacroix.

Miles shot to his feet, and the audience erupted as camera shutters clicked nonstop. "Jasmine Hansen!" Miles rushed up to me, but with the media present, he had no choice but to lower his voice. "Elena took your place at the wedding, yet you didn't thank her or apologize. I let it slide because of our history. "So, what are you still upset about?" I shifted slightly and looked him straight in the eye. "Mr. Lawson, I'm speaking as the Deputy CEO of IS Global Group. The evidence speaks for itself. Why should we work with someone who is dishonest?" Miles' face blanched in an instant.

I said carefully, keeping my tone neutral, "but I didn't do anything." "Don't give me that crap!" Elise shot back, her voice sharp and shaking with barely contained rage. "I want to know exactly what happened—every single detail!" That was when it hit me with crystal clarity. The way she was pressing so relentlessly, the urgency in her voice, the thinly veiled desperation behind her arrogance—it wasn't about losing the account. It wasn't professional humiliation. It was about information. Elise wasn't here to argue over her career; she was here to find out what we knew about her involvement in the attempt on Christian's life and the criminal theft of Kensington's intellectual property.

Collin was already typing. Liam didn't take his eyes off Elara. "No future contracts, ongoing partnerships, renewals or negotiations." His hands rested on my waist again. “Terminate all of them." The silence that followed felt endless. Elara opened her mouth, but no words came out, then Collin turned to Liam. "The legal department has been notified, sir." Elara stared at Liam. "You wouldn't." Her confidence finally began to crack. "You can't make business decisions because of a personal disagreement."

She was also a lawyer, but after three years of practice, she had never won a single case, earning her the reputation as one of the most incompetent lawyers in the industry. However, everything changed because of the Crestwood Estate case a year ago. In that case, Yara represented the victim, a young girl, suing the wealthy businessman, Leo Harrington. Elena was Leo’s defense attorney. Initially, the evidence was conclusive, and victory seemed assured for the victim. But the night before the trial, all the evidence on Yara’s computer vanished, leading to a devastating loss. The case garnered widespread attention, and the media painted the young victim as a prostitute.

“This island is sovereign private property. Leave.” Elena smiled coldly. “Not anymore. These are emergency orders signed by Judge Harlan. Due to the leaked video, your documented BDSM lifestyle, and Isla’s clear emotional instability, we’ve been granted temporary custody evaluation rights and supervised visitation starting immediately.” Lilith stepped forward, eyes locked on the collar at my throat. “How fitting. The little whore wears her leash in public now. Tell me, Isla, do you bark when he tells you to?” Heat flooded my cheeks, but I lifted my chin. “This is between Damien and me. It has nothing to do with our children.”

“For weeks, I’ve been framed as a beneficiary of a man I never claimed. The DNA evidence was forged. The documents were manipulated. The story was constructed to discredit me and protect the real criminals.” Murmurs rippled through the crowd. She continued, her voice unwavering. “Edward Richards was not my father. He was my mother’s tormentor. And the empire he built did not belong to him - it was stolen from the truth.” Applause broke out, then shouts, and then more cameras. A reporter yelled, “What about Elise Richards?” Cassie didn’t hesitate. “Elise orchestrated this campaign. And today, she faces arrest for conspiracy, fraud, and obstruction of justice.”