Hi Loves❤️🥰, I hope you are all well, I know it's been a minute. First of all, I want to welcome all my new readers, I'm so happy and glad to have you here on this new journey. To my old and loyal readers, I want to thank you for being patient with me. I had some health issues and underwent surgery. I had to focus on my health and that's why I put writing on hold... I'm now back and I'm so thankful for the love and support from all of you so far. You've honestly surprised me and it means the world to me having your support. I do though, hope I won't disappoint with this one😅 fingers crossed... That's all for now. I'm hoping to see you in the next chapter. Lots of Love, Evelyn.
Mary is in her late forties and nothing like the stereotype of cold, snippy secretaries. All the executive assistants here are warm, thanks to a rule Uncle Rowan implemented after a former secretary went rogue and nearly killed Aunt Ava.I don’t remember how long Aunt Ava was in a coma, but I rememb
I stare up at the imposing building before me, and my heart drops to the bottom of my feet. It’s pounding so hard, and I’m so anxious I can barely breathe.I honestly don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous. I’ve always carried myself with a quiet kind of confidence, a slow-burning certainty that wh
“I don’t need him, and the baby doesn’t either,” I say, the words building strength. “I could ask for a transfer. Start fresh. You can come visit… but Noah doesn’t need to be in our lives.”Lilly stares at me like I’ve lost my mind, and maybe to some extent I have, but this seems like the best cours
Those minutes I sit there waiting for her feel like the longest of my life. I don’t move, but I can’t stop fidgeting, picking at my nails, shifting in my seat, heart thudding in my ears.When I finally hear the roar of her engine, I spring to my feet, startling Blackie, and rush to the door. I fling
The questions won’t stop. They keep buzzing in my head one after the other as I prepare to leave the hospital.Should I keep the baby? Should I get rid of it?No one would know, yes, but I would. And the guilt? The guilt of ending a life that’s half me would eat me alive. This isn’t just about Noah.
Pregnant.That damn word keeps replaying in my head like a bad orchestra at the start of a horror film.Why? Why now?I thought I was finally done with Noah. That I’d never have to deal with or see him. That what happened a month ago was a one-time mistake I’d never have to face again. So, what the