Liz Wheeler Novels & Stories

The world knew her name now. ISOLDE WRENLEIGH, scrolled across news tickers. Velvet Whistleblower. Ghostlight Leaker. Final Witness. She stood in the center of her East Village flat, the dim morning light warming the cracked paint on the walls, a silence too strange to belong to freedom. Her phone vibrated on the counter again and again with press requests, offers, threats. She ignored them. A kettle whistled. She didn’t move.

“She might not love you but she would never do something like that.” “Do you think I cheated on her?” Allen scoffed. “What would I gain from having a mistress? My parents would kill me but she…she has all the right to do that.” “Enough all of you.” Old Grandpa shouted. “I will handle this but until then this matter stays in this room, until then prepare for the big day.” “What big day?” A voice shouted from behind. It was one of the shareholders of The Rodriguez's group. “I hope you do not plan on making her the chairman of the company after her infidelity.”

After getting the name from Georgia, Lily then immediately browsed him on the internet. And the longer she scrolled on the internet, the surprise in her face became even more evident. She couldn’t believe that Chairman Granger was this influential! Last party, Lily couldn’t even believe that she met him–although he might have not really noticed her.

She wasn’t buying it. “This is ridiculous, can we just get on with the debrief?” I wanted to ask if they could all leave so I could talk with Alex alone, but I knew I’d catch even more shit if that happened. “Tell us about the culprit.” “ Jasmine,” I said. Liz’s eyes widened in surprise as if she could figure it all out just in the way I said her name. It was unsettling but I ignored her and kept talking. “ Jasmine of Womack, Idaho. She lived with her mother Layla Dubois and two sisters, Sapphire and Sage. By day she worked at their family restaurant Layla Vous and by night she was our firewall breeching vigilante.”

He smiled, seeing her and Lace having a good conversation. After that chat with Lace, Lily felt the need to relieve her bladder. She walked back into the living room and found the first-floor common restroom. When she returned, she saw Lucas' other sister, Amara, watching TV. Amara waved at Lily, and she waved back. Lily was about to return to the patio when a piece of news caught her attention. "Vice President George Wallace has been placed under arrest for crimes related to war crimes, espionage, money laundering, kidnapping, murder, and a lot more," the news reporter said.

Gabriel, that weasel, tossed carelessly. Liz snorted and got up, “ He's the only one who has access to the damn will.” Her black piercings and neon pink wig contrasted with the strong and toned body hiding under her black shirt and pants. But of course, this was Liz, the most volatile one of the Manor household. It didn't help that she had an ugly temperament and was a professional fighter, either. Father was stressing, pacing back and forth, “ I have no time to waste waiting for some incompetent lawyer!”

Whatever they were talking about sounded important. "We should have been informed of all this earlier; then, we could have done something to stop it from happening", my mum whispered angrily. "They have put not only her life but ours on the line. I always knew this would happen." "you can't blame Luna", my dad defended. "I'm not blaming Luna; I'm blaming the gods and goddess. I'm blaming the elders, and I'm blaming her mother." I was about to walk in and ask what they were talking about when Jack spoke. "can you stop calling her Luna her name is Blair, and it has been for the past 18 years"

“Wyoming, I do not know much about Cayden Ellish, but the one thing I can promise is he will not hurt you - not under Madam's watch.” “Madam who?” Wyoming had an inkling of who Liz was referring to, but she wanted to be sure. “Madam Ellish. Alicia Ellish chose you. If anything, talk to her.” Liz told her, confirming the identity of the madam mentioned in their conversation. If anything, Wyoming was surprised to know that Alicia Ellish intervened with the management of Ellish Production. As far as she knows, Alicia does not hold any key position in the company and never showed herself in the vicinity of Ellish Films unless gracing an important event.

"By the way, How is your work going?...I heard the paycheck for a cleaner at Roberto's Luxury Empire is even higher than the salary of a director at other companies?" Christiana asked, her face etched with bewilderment. "Very funny, but it's true...My boss Wade Roberto is really doing a good job when it comes to the staff welfare." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully. "What about Seth Nathaniel, when are you guys planning to do the wedding?" Vicki's voice was laced with a mixture of concern and empathy. Daisy Hunter found the question disturbing as she furrowed her eyes in bewilderment and stared at Vicki before managing to say, "We haven't fixed a date yet, we're both occupied with work at

he asked nastily. She couldn’t help but smile like a Cheshire cat. “You have a visitor.” “Whoever it is tell them –” Lisa didn’t let him finish. She opened the door wider to let Whitney in. “Ugh, fuck!” Lester cried out like he was in pain as Whitney stepped into the room. “You had to have known I would come when I heard, you ghoul,” Whitney sneered with venom. Lisa really had to work hard to clear the smirk off her face as she closed the huge study door. Even though Whitney didn’t live in America anymore, she still kept abreast on what went on in New York society, like reading the New York blogs and papers online.