Novels by Mia Isaac

Diana frowned, taking a sharp step forward, her heels clicking loudly. "Are you insane? Remove us? For this furniture? He doesn't even have a dollar to his name! He's a deadbeat who let our daughter—""Silence!" Dr. Harrison roared, his chest heaving as he stared at his tabletThe system-override from New York was flashing in bright red text: IMMEDIATE CLEARANCE. TRUST OWNER ON SITE. He looked back at Diana, his voice trembling with sheer, professional terror. "You are actively harassing the primary beneficiary of the entire medical trust! F"What?!" Gloria shrieked as the two towering guards stepped forward, their massive hands clamping onto her designer coat shoulders. "Take your filthy hands off me! Do you know how much this Chanel suit costs? Diana! Call Marcus! Call the police!""Let go of my mother!" Diana gasped, her face turning a violent shade of crimson as the guards ruthlessly slammed her arms behind her back, wheeling her toward the corridor. "Liam! What did you do?!

Diana frowned, taking a sharp step forward, her heels clicking loudly. "Are you insane? Remove us? For this furniture? He doesn't even have a dollar to his name! He's a deadbeat who let our daughter—""Silence!" Dr. Harrison roared, his chest heaving as he stared at his tabletThe system-override from New York was flashing in bright red text: IMMEDIATE CLEARANCE. TRUST OWNER ON SITE. He looked back at Diana, his voice trembling with sheer, professional terror. "You are actively harassing the primary beneficiary of the entire medical trust! F"What?!" Gloria shrieked as the two towering guards stepped forward, their massive hands clamping onto her designer coat shoulders. "Take your filthy hands off me! Do you know how much this Chanel suit costs? Diana! Call Marcus! Call the police!""Let go of my mother!" Diana gasped, her face turning a violent shade of crimson as the guards ruthlessly slammed her arms behind her back, wheeling her toward the corridor. "Liam! What did you do?!

Diana marched in first, her high heels clicking aggressively against the linoleum flooring, while Gloria followed closely behind, her face heavily contoured and a smug, venomous smirk resting on her lips. They didn't look like women who had buried a family member a day ago; they looked entirely combative.Daniel stood up instantly, his chair scraping violently against the floor"What the hell are you doing here? Who gave you the right to badge in like this?" "Relax, Daniel," Gloria said, waving a manicured hand dismissively as she adjusted her expensive pearl necklace "We didn't come here to speak to you. We came to see this cripple lying down motionless over there"She stopped right at the foot of the bed, her sharp brown eyes raking over Liam’s swollen face, closed eye, and tightly wrapped torso with pure, unadulterated disgust."Look at you," Gloria sneered, a condescending laugh slipping through her lips”. "Absolutely pathetic. Getting into street brawls and running off to drin

The ceiling was white. That was the very first thing Liam registered—a flat, bleached white ceiling with a single fluorescent light strip running down its center. Then the smell hit him. It was a suffocating wave of strong antiseptic and clean industrial linen. He knew exactly where he was before he even fully managed to open his eyes.He tried to shift his weight on the mattress, and his fractured ribs immediately reminded him why that was a terrible idea."Ah..." Liam gasped, a sharp blade of pain ripping through his chest. He exhaled a ragged breath slowly, waiting for the worst of the blinding agony to pass. His left eye was swollen almost entirely shut, and his left shoulder felt as if someone had driven a rusted nail straight through the joint and left it there.He lay perfectly still, staring blankly up as his mind struggled to catch up to his broken body. The dive bar, Marcus Quinn, the heavy beating and then, a shadow falling gently across his face.“Can you hear me? Stay pe

The heavy scent of stale beer and cheap tobacco filled the dim air of the dive bar. Liam Cross sat in the darkest corner table, his bruised hands shaking as he clutched a glass of straight whiskey. He had nowhere left to go. Lily was no longer at the mortuary; her tiny body was resting beneath the cold dirt. He couldn't go to Daniel's house either—Daniel's parents were lifelong friends of the Vanes, and staying there would only force his brother into a brutal family conflict.He was completely alone. He needed to erase the world."Give me another one," Liam muttered, slamming the empty glass onto the sticky wooden table.The bartender didn't even look up from wiping the counter. "You got cash for another round, trash? I know who you are. You're that deadbeat the Vane family just kicked into the gutter. No credit here."Liam reached into his pocket and threw down a crumpled twenty-dollar bill—part of the money Daniel had desperately given him. "Keep pouring. Just make the room stop sp

For five days, Liam Cross lived among the dead. He didn't have a single dollar left for a motel room, nor did he have the spirit to seek shelter. Instead, he curled up on the hard plastic chairs in the waiting room of the city mortuary, a ghost haunting the corridors where his daughter’s icy body was kept. Every few hours, he would stand outside the glass partition of the basement, his bloodshot eyes staring into the sterile dark. He didn't eat. He barely drank. Daniel had found him there on the third night, throwing a thick blanket over his shivering shoulders and forcing a hot cup of coffee into his numb hands. "Take this, Liam," Daniel had choked out, his voice cracking as he slipped a worn envelope stuffed with crumpled bills into Liam's jacket pocket. "It’s only eight hundred dollars. I cleared out my secondary checking account. It’s all I have left after the hospital loan, brother. Use it to find a proper burial plot for our sweet angel." Liam hadn't spoken. He had simply