Broken By Evelyn Miller Epub Free Download Novels & Stories

It was as if time itself had frozen, choking the air from my lungs. I felt Michell move before I heard him. He fumbled with his phone. “I’m calling the police.” Evelyn didn’t try to run. She just stood there, limp and hollow, as though the words had stripped away the last of her strength. Her hands fell to her sides. Her eyes darted toward me—not with anger now, but something resembling regret. A twisted, broken kind of remorse.

My stomach dropped. There was no reason for that phone to be in pieces unless... Unless…. The shattering noise I’d heard right before the line disconnected came rushing back to me. I stepped inside quickly. Evelyn looked up from the bed, eyes wide with something between shock and fear. Her fingers scrambled for the broken phone, hiding it behind her like a child caught with something forbidden. “Why... why is it broken?” I asked, my voice hoarse. She didn’t respond, of course. She couldn’t. She was mute.

“You’re going to tell me everything I need to know about Grayson. Or would you rather I start cutting pieces off of you until you do?” Evelyn yanked her face away, glaring at him. “You can cut me into a thousand pieces, and I still won’t tell you a damn thing.” “You’re stubborn, I’ll give you that,” Jerry said, stepping back. He nodded to one of the hunters. “Bring the whip.” Viola’s voice echoed in Evelyn’s mind, steady and calming. “Stay strong, Evelyn. He wants you to break. Don’t let him win.” “I wasn’t planning to,” Evelyn replied silently, steeling herself.

She looked like an older version of me, but her eyes were made of glass. "The blue butterfly was a nice touch," the woman said. She held the broken glass from the jar in her hand. "But did you really think the Resistance was on your side, Hazel? My name is Evelyn. I’m the one who wrote the first chapter of your life." She stepped aside, and I saw a row of screens. On every screen, I saw a different version of myself. Some were fighting, some were crying, and some were already dead. "And now," Evelyn smiled, "it's time for the final edit."

I stood up, grabbed my coffee, and splashed the entire cup right into Clara's face. "You should be grateful you're pregnant right now." With that, I grabbed my bag and walked out. I could hear Clara's hysterical screaming fading behind me as I left. I went straight from the cafe to the Pack Council to file for an official Decree of Dissolution. I pulled out a Recording Stone— I knew Clara hadn't asked to meet me out of the goodness of her heart, so I'd come prepared. I hadn't expected her to hand me exactly what I needed on a silver platter.

Rowan stayed beside her, close enough that his sleeve brushed hers. Tessa did not cry. That worried Evelyn more than tears would have. The girl’s stare stayed fixed on Milo’s face, but her expression had gone distant, sealed behind a wall too hastily built. Evelyn recognized that look. She had worn it in another life, after betrayal, after blood, after learning that breaking down only made the world step on you faster. She rose slowly and turned to Tessa. “We are going to move him,” Evelyn said. “But not the way they want.”

She turned her venomous gaze toward me, her eyes filled with the same hatred they’d had when she forced me to drink the aborticide. I didn't flinch. I just retracted my hand and gave her a thin, mocking smile. Without a word, Daphne dragged a dazed Ryan away, disappearing into the crowd of whispering socialites. My work here was done. I had just announced to all of New York that Evelyn Miller, formerly Evelyn Harrington, was back. And I was holding all the cards. As I made my way toward the exit, a swarm of reporters blocked my path. Their cameras flashed like a thunderstorm.

Emily said with disbelief. Jane didn’t reply. She was too scared, too weak to defend herself anymore. “Let’s go, Evelyn,” Emily said softly, not wanting to waste another minute there. But Evelyn didn’t move. She stood frozen, her hands trembling. Now knowing that her pain came from argument between her mother and a teacher—it broke her. She knew her mother could be troublesome, and it wasn’t hard to believe that Mrs. Katherine might have provoked the teacher first. Yet, that single word—mistress—had destroyed her childhood, and her trust in her sister.

Slowly, she opened the bottom drawer. A single file sat inside. Untouched. Prepared months ago. Just in case. She opened it. RESIGNATION NOTICE. Evelyn Hart. The words stared back at her. The document wasn't new. That surprised most people when they eventually reached their breaking point. The truth was that breaking points rarely arrived all at once. They accumulated. One disappointment at a time. One ignored hope at a time. One laugh at a time. Her fingers rested on the keyboard. She expected tears.