Broken By Evelyn Miller Full Book Free Novels & Stories

Eve said with a long sigh then she stood up, making Evelyn raise her head to look up at her. “I'll get going now. It's already nearing five in the morning. Time passes by. I'm going to visit you again after a month. Also, I read about that book—it was psychotic to the point that I'm going to be stressed just by reading the novel from chapter one to chapter five hundred. Damn.” Eve complained while pouting, making Evelyn's eyes widen as she looked at her. “What's the ending? No, the plot?” Evelyn asked but Eve cheekily smirked at her.

Emails, screenshots, photos, and one audio file labeled "Mirabel Confession." I looked at Evelyn. She was staring at Sylvia like she didn't know whether to thank her or hit her. "Why now?" Evelyn asked. "Why come back now and give us this?" "Because my mother almost died in that car accident. And sitting in that hospital, watching her sleep, I realized life is too short to keep holding on to lies." Sylvia's voice cracked a little. "I don't want to be the person who stays silent while people I used to care about destroy themselves over something that wasn't their fault."

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.

Evelyn’s POV I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands buried in my face. My whole body still felt heavy from the drink the night before. I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror. What have I done? A married woman… with a child… how could I let myself go that far? The image of that man — cold, handsome, the way he threw that card at me — it still burned in my mind. I wasn’t that kind of woman. I had never been.

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

She looks towards the familiar face. Elora is dressed in a light yellow maxi till her knees. "What has got you so lost, Muffin?" "Nothing," saying, she puts her book on the bed and gives all attention to her stepmother. "Let me see what my cute little muffin reads," she picks up the book. Her eyes start twitching reading the texts in the book. She turns it to see its cover. Evolution by Douglas J, says the title. "You've just finished college...take a chill dear," Elora says in a sweet voice.

The parcel I had helped send and the parcel that was supposed to destroy Evelyn’s confidence in her pregnancy. I slowly looked up. Evelyn was watching me and she was smiling again. But this time, there was nothing friendly about it. “You wanted me to read it, didn’t you?” She teased. My lips parted. I couldn’t speak. Bryan looked at me.n“Lily.” I swallowed. “I..” Evelyn leaned back in her chair.n“Don’t worry.” Her voice was calm.n“I already read everything.” The room suddenly felt unbearably hot.

Evelyn's POV As much as I wanted to question him, I couldn't find the will to do so. My mind was far too chaotic and my heart too broken to even simply greet him. All I wanted to do was cry, but I needed to hold myself together for the time being. "I'll give you two some privacy," Mila said. She gave me one last look of sympathy before letting the door shut behind her." The atmosphere grew more cold and tense once Mila left the room. Neither of us said anything to each other for a while.

Her throat moved beneath my hands. So small. So fragile. So infuriatingly, impossibly alive even now, even after everything, even with her blood on my orders and her body breaking beneath my will. I squeezed harder. Her eyes, those damned grey eyes that had haunted me for years began to flutter. Her lips parted, searching for air that wouldn't come. Her struggles weakened, slowed, stopped. Stop. The voice came from somewhere deep. Somewhere I had tried to kill.

She walked away, taking the book with her. I left the library frustrated. Every time I asked about the family, people shut down. They refused to talk. It only made me more curious. What was so terrible about this family that no one would even say their name? The next day at school, I found Evelyn at lunch. She was sitting alone, reading a book. I sat down across from her. "Can I talk to you?" "Of course." She closed her book. "What's up?" "It's about Morgan."