Broken By Evelyn Miller Kindle Novels & Stories

“Then make sure she doesn’t survive the drive to the estate tonight, darling. The rain is dreadful. Accidents happen.” They had cut her brake lines. They had stolen her life, her wealth, and her dignity. As darkness finally pressed down on Evelyn’s chest, extinguishing the last remnants of her breath, a single, burning vow crystallized in her dying mind–If there is a hell, I will drag you both down into it with me. … Evelyn gasped, sitting bolt upright as air flooded her lungs with the force of a physical blow. She threw her hands to her chest, expecting the jagged agony of broken bone and torn flesh, but her fingers met only the smooth, unobstructed texture of Egyptian cotton. Her heart ham

Emily's POV The sound of the smartphone shattering against the Persian rug was the most deafening noise I have ever heard in my entire life. It wasn't just the dry crash of glass splintering, plastic tearing, metal bending. It was the sound of an entire reality being broken into pieces too small to ever be glued back together. Chloe's father, Mr. Miller, didn't move. He remained seated in the burgundy leather armchair, his body leaning forward, his eyes fixed on the exact spot where the phone had landed.

I couldn't stop thinking about Davis. The quiet, weirdly intense guy in the back of the room had stepped in to help me, but nothing about it felt like a favor. The blank, dead look in his eyes when he grabbed Sienna's wrist kept flashing in my mind, merging with the terrifying voicemail from the New Orleans thugs. My entire life felt like it was actively crumbling at the edges, and I was just sitting in a hard plastic chair, pretending everything was perfectly normal. "The tragedy isn't that he becomes a monster," Professor Evelyn Miller said, her voice cutting sharply through my racing thoughts. "The tragedy is that he fully understands he is one, and he chooses to hide among normal people

"I hurt Ian." Elena froze mid-step. "What?" Miller looked up at her, and for the first time in years, he looked small and defeated like everything he'd been chasing had finally destroyed him. "I broke into his house." His voice cracked. "I put a gun to his throat." He couldn't meet her eyes. "I touched him. In ways I had no right to." Elena's face went pale. Then red with fury. "You WHAT?" Her voice rose, sharp and horrified. "You were supposed to catch Zhedya, not…not assault his…" She grabbed his shoulders, shaking him hard. "What is wrong with you?"

**Evelyn** As I waited for the car, I allowed the adrenaline coursing through me to settle. The street was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded inside. My gloved hands flexed at my sides as I replayed the exchange in my head, analyzing every detail. Killian wanted me to prove myself, and I planned to exceed his expectations. But this wasn’t just about him—it was about reclaiming the power I’d always known I was destined for. It was about getting revenge. It was about proving father wrong.

“I didn’t want you to have to leave your life and family behind because of me and I know it sounds pathetic now, but I thought I was doing what was best for you.” Evan took two large strides until he was crouched in front of me, his face raging. “You thought it was best for me? What kind of pathetic excuse is that?” He grabbed my face and made me look him in the eyes. “You broke my heart Miller, after I let you, you broke it and now it can never be the same.” “And now it’s time you paid for your sins.”

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

"Trev and Celeste went to file for divorce! I knew it! Trev still cares about you more!" Lilian and Ruby had brought afternoon tea over to Wynn. At this moment, they were also in Wynn's office. Hearing that, both of them looked over. Ruby spoke first, happily, "Trevor filed to divorce Celeste? Really?" Linda immediately chimed in, "Really! Miles said it in the group!" Lilian glanced at Wynn's expression and didn't say anything. Then she walked over. Seeing this, Ruby followed as well. After reading Miles's message, Lilian paused, momentarily silent.

Another reason behind Everly's distaste of Millie was Millie's pettiness. There was no doubt that Millie would fight back after she was openly attacked by Everly. "What do you mean by 'done the deed'? Care to elaborate? Did I do something shameful? And what's wrong with being a divorcee; are we humans with lesser worth and not deserving of respect? Is it acceptable to look down on us?" Millie slammed her fist on the table as fury colored her eyes.

Evelyn As the sunlight filtered through the curtains, dancing with the breeze that gently stirred them, I found myself lost in a battle of distractions. With each crunch of a chip, I attempted to drown out the relentless thoughts of that infuriating man, burying myself in the pages of a book. Yet, even the storyline of my chosen novel failed to captivate me, paling in comparison to the chaotic drama of my own fucking life—a tragic fucked-up movie that audiences would devour when the characters would go through shit, feel like shit and maybe even look like shit!