Broken By Evelyn Miller Kindle Novels & Stories

Alexander asked his brother who was still in his office. "Alex, look at this. I think I found something." Franklin didn't even answer his question. "What is this?" "You know me, brother. If there's something that I want done right—" "You do it yourself." They both studied all the files that Franklin gathered. That is when they learned that Gilbert never actually had Violet with him. She escaped when the first wave of gun shots happened. She ran away on her own. "She ended up on—" "Raleigh?"

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.

He sighed, "The furnace is on a timed cycle. Once it's ignited, it won't open until the process is finished." Evelyn collapsed to the ground, her spirit broken. "Murderers. You're all murderers."

Ethan didn't dodge. Stepping forward, Brent separated Everly from Ethan. "Please calm down, Ms. Hilton. Things have turned out like this, but Mr. Miller never wanted it to happen. "It was Mrs. Miller herself who chose this path. Mr. Miller is already sad enough as it is." Everly couldn't hold it in. With tears running down her face, she howled, "You jerk. Liv was already recovering, but you must've provoked her again. Liv is so unlucky to have met you."

Her heart skipped a beat in glooming anxiety, thinking he might have a change of heart but to her utter relief, the door opened to reveal Mia. She was holding a broom and a dustpan. She stared at the broken glass questioningly before getting to work. Evelyn had nothing to say to her nor she wanted to explain anything. After Parco's betrayal, she distanced herself from Mia and Eva. Also because they were aware she was kept in chains like a dog. It was a big blow to her self-respect but she had no say in it. They even gave her sympathetic glances every time they brought her food. It was disturbing.

The thought of never being able to see Havyn again felt like she had taken a knife to the heart. That kind of pain was just like when her baby left her. She couldn't understand why she cared so much about Havyn. Just as her nervous hands clenched into fists, she heard Nathan's calm, deep voice next to her ear. "Don't be afraid. I won't let you die." Once again, his tone inexplicably reminded her of Warren. She glanced at Nathan with some surprise, but he was intently examining the control panel. Evelyn gathered all her courage and walked toward the elderly person sitting by the table. She softly called out, "Mr. Miller Senior."

As she pushes, she remembers the promise she made to her husband- 'to forget the past, and focus on their future together'. But her future is an absolute nightmare. The only good thing she has now is her past, and she can barely even remember that. He took away everything and left her with nothing but a broken brain and an evil voice in her head. The cabinet falls over and the glass breaks, scattering into multiple pieces. "Did you really think you could push that big cabinet all by yourself" Millie mocks Emily ignores, stepping barefoot into the broken pieces of glass. Picking up every single golden statue and holding them tightly to her chest like lost treasure.

He turned back towards the muted news report on the vast screen, where a photo of Evelyn—her face determined, unyielding—flashed across the digital canvas. “Let’s see how brave Evelyn Carter is,” James Whitaker mused, his voice a low, predatory whisper, “when her world starts to collapse around her again, piece by agonizing piece. When everyone she trusts turns on her. When she realizes the truth she seeks can be twisted into her own personal hell.”

Elizabeth’s eyes darted between us, her growing unease evident in the way her hands fisted the hospital blanket around her. She must have seen the sorrow written all over our faces because her voice grew more frantic, her words rushing out in a flurry of rising panic. “What happened to Miller?” she demanded. “Please… is Miller okay?” My heart clenched. How could I tell her? How could I possibly find the words to tell a woman who had just regained her memory, who had only just reconnected with her past, that the man she had loved… the man she had sacrificed everything to protect… was no longer alive?

She did that, she broke her own mate, fuck. “And you know the best part?” Evelyn tilts her head, dagger tapping against my skin with each word. “He didn’t even fight back. He begged. Your mighty council member, he begged for his life. Pathetic.” Her laugh cuts through me like glass. Something in me threatens to snap, but I close my eyes, dragging up the sound of Lucian’s voice, the warmth of his arms around me. Don’t break. Don’t give her what she wants. When I open my eyes, I stare straight at her and whisper, “You’re wrong.”