Novel & Cerita Broken By Evelyn Miller Full Book Free

Giving up her job would mean resigning herself to a life of mediocrity with the Shows. Thus, she argued with Laura. However, the old woman was a master manipulator. Even though she had beaten Queenie severely, she played the victim in front of Francis, milking his sympathy.

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.

“You don’t understand.” “Then help me understand,” he demanded, voice strained and low. “Why are you so scared of that bastard, Millie? What’s he got over you?” Her chest heaved as she fought to contain herself, but the desperation in his gaze finally broke through her walls. With a choked sob, she blurted out, “Because I’m a murderer! I killed a man, and Francis has a video recording of it!” *** AUTHOR'S NOTE Thank you so much for reading. Just wanted to inform you guys that this book will probably be coming to an end soon, and I'm already tearing up. I'm so thankful to everyone who has supported me up to this point. Thank you!

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

"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?

Miller chuckled darkly as he found her too amusing. “No one is going to save you, tigress. It’s my area. The moment you entered the room, you sealed your fate as my men had locked the main door. And now your phone is also broken. Tsk, tsk.” Evelyn flinched hard when her back collided with the cold wall. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes finding all the doors closed. She was doomed. She watched Miller with trepidation as he crouched in front of her.

Goodbye, Millie Berry. Those three words wouldn’t stop running through Millie’s mind, weighing heavily on her heart long after she left Evan’s room. She tossed and turned in her small bed, replaying their last conversation. She had never felt this broken before—no breakup had ever hurt like this. The emptiness inside her was overwhelming, like a hole she couldn’t fill.

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.

Not everyone who says they love you… Is telling the truth. Sometimes they just love the story you help them create. Evelyn who hasn’t cried for a long time broke down She was used, her portrait scattered everywhere for what she felt disgusted with her self, everywhere she went on campus people recognized her Talked about her and even laugh She hated Mateo so much that every breathe she cursed at him

"The movie was terrible. I think we only made it through the first half-hour." Arthur walked into the library. Evelyn was curled up under a knit blanket, her head resting on a silk pillow. The book she had been reading was on the floor. In the dim light, she looked incredibly small, almost fragile enough to break. He sat on the edge of the coffee table, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest. He reached out and gently brushed a stray hair from her forehead. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open. "Arthur?" she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. "Is it ten-thirty already?"