Broken By Evelyn Miller Epub Free Download Novels & Stories

“Damn it.” I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to hide the tremor in my hands. “You can’t just expect me to keep following you blindly. Someone broke into my room. Someone left me a note. And now men are talking about making me… disappear.” My voice cracked on the word. His head snapped toward me, his eyes blazing. “What note?” I faltered. He closed the space between us in a single stride, his hand gripping the wall beside me again. “What. Note.”

Instead she stayed seated, thighs pressed tightly together under the desk, afraid to move. Lila leaned forward, elbows on her knees, blouse gaping. “Read it, Professor. Or I will.” Evelyn’s voice came out hoarse. She read the first stanza, then the second, words about older women begging to be ruined by younger mouths, about silk blouses ripped open in locked offices, about the taste of forbidden fruit leaves behind when it finally bites back. By the fourth stanza her voice cracked. Lila’s hand had found her knee under the desk, sliding upward with agonizing slowness, tracing the seam of Evelyn’s wool skirt.

Sunday, Miller mansion:- The Sunday mornings in the Miller mansion had always been a brightening affair as Mr. and Mrs. Miller invited their extended family for lunch. Each Sunday is all about family meet and greet, lip-smacking lunch personally prepared by Mrs. Miller, and great laughter. However, this time it was a bit different. They did not hold a family lunch, as Mrs. Miller was not well. Moreover, today Mr. Miller was also in a sad mood as he was stressed for Evelyn. The girl had come early today and had been crying since morning. She narrated the incident from last evening, making Mr. Miller feel bad for her. As Viaan asked her to stop all her approaches this instant, which she hid sk

"Yes. Need me to be more clear to get through that thick head of yours?" Evan's eyes narrowed, "No you're not." "I don't think that's for you to decide." "You... you aren't going to break up with me for Miller!" "You're right," I nodded slowly. "I'm breaking up with you because you're an asshole." Evan's eyebrows furrowed, "No." "No what?" Evan exhaled through his noes. Next thing I knew, he had raised his hand and slapped me across the face. What the hell?

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Another reason behind Everly's distaste of Millie was Millie's pettiness. There was no doubt that Millie would fight back after she was openly attacked by Everly. "What do you mean by 'done the deed'? Care to elaborate? Did I do something shameful? And what's wrong with being a divorcee; are we humans with lesser worth and not deserving of respect? Is it acceptable to look down on us?" Millie slammed her fist on the table as fury colored her eyes.

Evelyn reacted swiftly. She hurriedly ducked aside to avoid the hot coffee. However, the scalding hot coffee still splashed onto her leg. It hurt her so much that she gasped loudly in pain. Just as she was about to demand answers from Clara, she looked up and saw the bitch throwing herself against the glass cabinet behind her. On instinct, Evelyn reached out and grabbed her, but Clara shook her off. Crash! Clara's elbow crashed into the glass front, shattering it to pieces. The broken glass cut into her skin, making her bleed onto the ground.

Wendy wanted to close her eyes but Evelyn tapped her face to keep her awake and said "I am not done with you witch, so you can't die just yet. You need to look at the one who caused your downfall, it is I Evelyn Mills. So take a look at my face, I want my face to be the last thing you will ever see. You took my entire childhood away from me. And took my unborn child away as well, now you can rot in hell because you are never coming out of here alive I can assure you that." She brought out a knife and was about to punch the air bag but decided not to when she heard footsteps, she kept her knife back in her pocket and left.

Murmurs of who she was filled in the whole room. “You bitch! How dare you come here!” Mrs. Miller stood up abruptly the moment she saw Crystal and spat furiously at her. She hasn't forgotten how Crystal burned her hand a few months ago. Just thinking about it made her want to kill Crystal. “Just leave here, you psychopath!” Evelyn also said angrily, though she was somehow feeling uneasy about Crystal's appearance. The audience was all curious as to who Crystal was and why the Miller family doesn't want her to be there.

"You are an amazing person whether you see it or not. You see everything you've been through as bad luck but I see it as struggles that you made it through and became stronger from. I'm not scared of your past, Tiffany." Tiffany exhaled through her noes. She held a worrisome and somewhat sad look on her face which made my chest ache because I knew she was finding it hard to believe and accept that someone was willing to love her despite the baggage she was carrying. "Maybe you're right," she finally said, looking at me with soft eyes. "But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah."