Eula Lawrence Novels & Stories

“But Elena, you’ve worked for this moment your whole life. Maison Élitaire’s success started with your sketches in a cramped apartment, remember? Don’t let fear—or love—make you miss your chance.” Elena laughed softly. “You sound like my conscience.” “I am your conscience,” Lila said proudly. “Anyway, I’ll send over the details and contracts. Check your email. And please, at least tell Adrian before I book the tickets.” “Fine,” Elena agreed. “I’ll tell him tonight.” “Good girl,” Lila said. “Talk later.”

"Thank you, you've been willing to help me become a teacher and ... get a new lawyer hehe." "New lawyer? What do you mean, Sis?" Lidya asked on the left while hugging a bolster pillow. "Bang Zaweel, he's Sis Ziya's new lawyer," said Miska explaining to Lidya who was very happy to hear that. "There are so many secrets from me," Lidya pouted, "just because I'm not at home." "It's not like that, Derek, father just gave permission for approval that Bang Zaweel could become Brother's lawyer later. Sorry, I didn't intentionally keep it a secret from you, but Brother doesn't want to burden you."

Lawrence leaned in closer, eager to uncover the connection between himself and the woman on the cover. "Me?" Lawrence asked, surprised. "How am I related to the owner of a women's wear company?" he pleaded, his eyes widening with anticipation. Gloria smiled mischievously, enjoying Lawrence's eagerness. "Well, I'll give you a hint. Take a close look. She is Isabella," she revealed, causing Lawrence's jaw to drop in astonishment. "I think you know her." Gloria paused for a moment, relishing in the suspense she had created. "Isabella is the wife of Samson, the owner of the air charter company where I work," she finally revealed, watching as Lawrence's shock turned into a mix of disbelief and ex

"I hated everything. But I learned. Slowly." Eliana nodded. "Then I'll wait too." Ava hugged her tightly, swallowing the lump in her throat. Just before noon, they got another envelope. This time it was from the law firm managing Luciana's global estate. It wasn't about the trust fund. It was about a clause buried in the deed to the foundation itself. Luciana had placed Elena's name on the family estate—not Ava's. Which meant if the trust was activated and accepted at age twelve, the estate would be Elena's.

“Gwen, we need a lawyer.” “I know we do. But not Lawrence.” I met his gaze, my own resolve hardening. “Lawrence is a foundation lawyer, a corporate strategist. This… this is a murder investigation, Arthur. A forty-five-year-old murder. We need a shark. We need Eleanor.” A flicker of surprise, then understanding, crossed his face. Eleanor Vance. My merciless mentor, the legal pitbull who had helped us dismantle Alistair Finch. She was retired, too, undoubtedly enjoying her own hard-won peace, but she was the only person I trusted to navigate the bloody waters of a criminal reinvestigation.

"Read it when you are ready. Not before." I pick it up. My father's handwriting. His brother's name. The letter Edward wrote with love and clarity and a deadline, and sealed himself, and posted, and never knew if it had been enough. "Elara," I say. "Yes," she says. "Is it finished," I say. She looks at me. The particular look of a woman who has spent thirty years in rooms like this one and knows exactly what finished means and what it does not. "The legal part is finished," she says. "Everything else you carry forward however you choose."

It was obvious that she wasn't another member of the board so she had no authority to question them or stop them from proceeding with the presentation. “Request granted. What is it you have to say, Eva." For the first since the entire presentation, Lawrence finally spoke. His eyes flickering to the woman who he considered as his most prized granddaughter. He didn't have any change of expression on his face, however, he was smiling widely internally. It seems the genius has had enough of their nonsense and would finally make a move.

Big deal. ... It was barely dawn when Eulalia woke up. She wasn’t one to laze around in bed. She called her lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. The lawyer, Mr. Windgate, was shocked. He had questions but didn’t pry, just asked about the nitty-gritty like how they’d split the assets. Eulalia hesitated, then asked, “Mr. Windgate, are you free today?” Windgate replied, “Yes.” Eulalia said, “Can you swing by my place? We need to talk details.”

“Little beauty, since you have heard everything, I will not keep things from you. I am not your mother’s friend. I am just someone who will earn money from taking your life! Since you are beautiful, I pitied you and decided to keep you alive. You should appreciate it.” Ella was completely frightened, to the point where her legs were trembling. “Why?” “How would I know?” Lawrence sneered. “Ninth Brother will be here soon. You better behave yourself. Perhaps you can live for a few more days if you make him happy. If not……” ‘This is terrible!’ Without waiting for him to finish, Ella turned around and ran away immediately, but Lawrence followed behind her! Ella stumbled, and she was soon caught

Harper came and sat on the rug at Elena’s feet, cross-legged “Tell us, Elena,” Lila requested gently. “What’s been happening to you” Elena drank some of the tea, which was very hot, and held the mug in both hands for a minute because the heat gave her something to feel that was not what she had been feeling for two days. Then she recounted everything that happened in the past days. Lila set her tea down very slowly when Elena was done. “The pack laws are awful” she spat “Dr. Hale will certainly figure this out, do not worry” she added