Broken By Evelyn Miller Full Book Free Romane & Geschichten

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 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."

Evelyn tried to block me, but I shot back at her, "How are you going to handle the fallout when everyone saw her deliver a stillborn?" Evelyn clammed up fast. As I walked away, I caught her reflection in the wall, sneakily making a call. That was probably to Sean. However, Sean had just taken a nasty fall down the stairs. He was sprawled out, unable to move, nursing what had to be a broken arm or leg. That wimp, too scared to even deal with a little pain, would not be picking up the phone. Bennett and his mom gave me suspicious looks as I walked out of the operating room, still pregnant.

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.”

You need to SHOW UP and show that bitch Evelyn that she didn't break you. Eva reads the message twice. Three times. She wants to argue. She wants to say she's too tired, too pregnant, too broken to put on a dress and smile and pretend everything is fine. But her friend has a point. Evelyn will be there. Evelyn, who stole her fiancé. Evelyn, who got pregnant with his baby. Evelyn, who looked her in the eye and said sorry like that made it all okay. Maybe it would feel good to walk in there and let everyone see she's still standing.

I took one last look around the apartment that had witnessed both my happiest memories and my greatest heartbreak. Then the doorbell rang. I frowned. No one should have known I was leaving. It rang again. Slower this time. I walked quietly to the door and looked through the peephole. My breath caught. Adrian stood outside. His hair was disheveled. His expensive suit was wrinkled. Dark circles shadowed his bloodshot eyes. He looked nothing like the confident billionaire the world admired. He looked... Broken. He knocked softly. "Evelyn." His voice barely carried through the door.

"Please, Miller." Evan's heart bounded a beat as he flashed a dimpled smile at her. "I'll see you at the Library princess, and you can keep the fees in advance." He said as he climbed down the ally, gradually his figure diminished but she kept staring in the direction in a stupor. _____________________________

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, businesses, and incidents are either product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. WARNING: This contains violence, depression, suicide, and self harm. If ever you're reading this, take this as a sign to give yourself a chance to see the bright side of the world :) PROLOGUE "FLORENCEEEEE!" I stepped on the gas even harder hearing Eula's scream.