Broken By Evelyn Miller Epub Free Download Novels & Stories

“Wake up.” He did. He woke like a hinge that had only ever wanted oil. Evelyn’s hand was on his face—real, warm, human. The window admitted the river’s argumentative breath. Maera sat in a chair across the room with a knife in her lap and her eyes closed the way cats’ eyes close when they are listening better that way. “I broke the dream,” Evelyn said. “You rescued it,” he said. “From being well-produced.” She didn’t lower her hand. “Your turn,” she said. “Sleep. I’ll practice being ordinary in the same room as you.”

Why did seeing her kiss someone else make me feel like I was bleeding from the inside? I could have any woman I wanted. I’d had hundreds. So why was she the only one who mattered. She pulled away from the kiss slowly, her eyes meeting mine again. And in that moment, something broke inside me. The darkness I’d been holding back for years, the insanity I’d tried to bury…slipped free. My lips curved into a cold, deadly smile as I started walking toward them. Someone was going to pay for this, I didn’t know who yet…but I knew one thing for sure…

She did that, she broke her own mate, fuck. “And you know the best part?” Evelyn tilts her head, dagger tapping against my skin with each word. “He didn’t even fight back. He begged. Your mighty council member, he begged for his life. Pathetic.” Her laugh cuts through me like glass. Something in me threatens to snap, but I close my eyes, dragging up the sound of Lucian’s voice, the warmth of his arms around me. Don’t break. Don’t give her what she wants. When I open my eyes, I stare straight at her and whisper, “You’re wrong.”

And she knew—unfinished history, especially the kind tied to old emotions… was often the easiest crack to break through. In her car, Evelyn sat alone. Outside, a light rain began to fall. She pressed her fingers to the glass and let out a slow breath. The offer had been made. The past had been summoned. What she didn’t yet know—was this the start of healing... or the beginning of a deeper wound?

Because once another shameless homewrecker comes along, you’ll end up exactly where I was, except this time, you’ll have nothing. "Eva Burns!" She shrieked my name and lunged at me, hand raised to strike. But before she could land the blow, I caught her wrist. The parking lot lights were dim, and the security cameras had been broken since yesterday. No one came to fix them yet. I twisted her arm aside and slapped her hard before driving my foot into her stomach. She crumpled to the ground, gasping, writhing in pain. I looked down at her, the same way she had once looked down at me.

she wiped away the tears that had fallen again "Are you feeling any pain? My mother says you may feel some mental confusion, nausea and dizziness in the next few hours..." “Well, my body feels like it's been contorted through a meat grinder, but it's not like it's the first time I've felt this way.” he sighed "When Evan made me get stuck in an overturned car for a few hours, it was much worse, especially because I had a broken leg. Nothing will overcome that. He's probably too desperate, if he use the same strategy twice..." “So it’s true.” Millicent gritted her teeth, furious “Was this the work of Evan, Florence and Austin?”

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I swore innocence again and again, details sharp and fast. The morning raced by in conversation, tension thick but breaking slow. Evan still carried doubt in his glances but my words pulled him back each time. Miller dead changed everything. Yet here we sat, talking it through, the divide between us tested hard but holding for now.

She turned and began to pound on the car window. "Open the door! I want to get out!" Jeremy was hesitating behind her, unwilling to open the door. Evelyn used all her strength to repeatedly hit the window, her disgust evident in her eyes. Eventually, Jeremy unlocked the door, and Evelyn pushed it open before rushing out into the rain. Her umbrella, which had fallen to the ground, had been blown into the middle of the road and shattered by passing vehicles. Her broken umbrella felt just like Evelyn's heart at this very moment. If Jeremy had simply abandoned her two years ago, it wouldn't have mattered. Even when he later became Natalie's boyfriend, it still wouldn't have mattered.

The Judgment of the Soul. "He who betrays his fated mate shall be burned by the fires of memory, and never know peace." I'd always thought it was just a story. Now, I was its living proof. A perfect damnation. The memory cut like glass. Evelyn, pale and weak after her first miscarriage, reaching for me. And I, pulling away. "The smell of herbs is too strong," I'd said. I watched the light in her eyes die. And I had done nothing.