Broken By Evelyn Miller Kindle Novels & Stories

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.

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I had pushed her out of the way to protect her, taking the impact myself and ending up paralyzed, never to walk again. One of my kidneys had even ended up failing. However, since Queenie had been pregnant at the time, I had begged the doctor not to tell her to avoid upsetting her. When I had first learned I was paralyzed, I hadn't wanted to burden Queenie and had even considered divorcing her. But she had stubbornly refused, saying she loved me and would stay by my side no matter what. Yet, time could be both cruel and unyielding. The woman who had once said she would always love me and stay by my side had eventually disappeared. Now, as I looked at her holding a knife to Leroy's neck, deman

I shut my eyes with my hands, expecting the worst. Miraculously, I got home when everything had calmed. I got home without Camil. After that day, I always visited the river, calling his name and hoping he'd answer. I still had you in me while I visited the river, for months, until I finally birthed you, Frances. Olivia looked down at Frances to see if she was sleeping. Frances laid her head on her mom's laps, in bed. "Reason why you've refused to see another man?" Frances said. "You keep waiting for dad. What makes you think he'd come back?"

I couldn’t help but reach out and grab his hand. Miles’ gaze was calm and distant, like he was recounting something from a lifetime ago. He looked at me seriously. “Eve, she’s really not well. It’s the kind of illness that never gets better. So don’t blame her. “The world is full of broken people—some have suffered far more than you or I.” I nodded, and whatever lingering resentment I’d felt toward Amy faded away. After telling me that story, Miles gently stroked my hair. “You must be hungry. Let me make you something. You didn’t have dinner at the hospital, did 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.

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.

“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 heavy door closed behind him with a soft thud, leaving her in the silence of the cave, the tray of untouched food still sitting on the ground. Elara sank to the floor, her body trembling with exhaustion and frustration. She didn’t know what to believe anymore. Alec’s words echoed in her mind, his promise that he wouldn’t force her into anything. But how could she trust him when he was still keeping her locked up, still controlling her every movement?

Instead she stayed seated, thighs pressed tightly together under the desk, afraid to move. Lila leaned forward, elbows on her knees, blouse gaping. “Read it, Professor. Or I will.” Evelyn’s voice came out hoarse. She read the first stanza, then the second, words about older women begging to be ruined by younger mouths, about silk blouses ripped open in locked offices, about the taste of forbidden fruit leaves behind when it finally bites back. By the fourth stanza her voice cracked. Lila’s hand had found her knee under the desk, sliding upward with agonizing slowness, tracing the seam of Evelyn’s wool skirt.