Broken By Evelyn Miller Novels & Stories

Bella sat frozen beside him on the bed, tears silently streaming down her face. The room was quiet except for her shaky breathing. “When we found Eve…” Dave began roughly, “she was lying near the Blackthorn forest border.” Bella broke again instantly. A shattered sob escaped her lips as she covered her mouth with trembling fingers. “No…” Dave immediately pulled her against him. “She fought back,” he whispered into her hair. “Morgan said there were signs of struggle everywhere.” Bella cried harder. Hilda whimpered painfully inside her. Eve had been loyal until the end.

Thudding sounds echoing with every pant. Love is overrated anyway. He doesn’t even want me. If he knew who I really was—what I was—he’d not only avoid me. He’d hate me. Kayleigh snarls at me, but I shut her out. The wind whips my face, tugging at my hair, but I don’t stop until I see the bonfire again. Thank Goddess for Eva—who is rambling about some celebrity crush. I slip into the seat beside her, a practiced smile that betrays my trembling hands. If I stay quiet enough, maybe no one will notice I’m falling apart.

The news played on the TV. “…sources say the blood test revealed Mr. Dorian cannot be the biological father…” She froze. Her hand jerked, and the cup fell to the floor, breaking. “No…” Emily whispered. “No, that can’t be right.” She reached for her phone with shaking hands and tried calling Dorian. The call went unanswered. Her breath grew shallow. Her face went pale. Her fingers trembled so hard the phone slipped from her hand. She grabbed her chest, her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the carpet.

My heart skipped painfully, like it was waiting for an announcement that could either destroy or save me. I looked toward the door, waiting and praying. Maybe Rolex would burst in with guns blazing, taking everyone down to reach me. Maybe he’d prove me wrong. But no one came. No Rolex. My heart broke into more pieces than I thought possible. I’d felt pain before, rejections from Maxello, betrayal from others but this… this was worse. Because I had given Rolex a part of me I’d never given anyone else. The rope creaked louder. My wrists burned as it began to snap. I gasped as the tension tightened painfully against my skin.

A tear rolled down my face and my head started spinning and my vision went blurry. "Babe you look sick you need to go to the hospital!" He said grabbing my arm attempting to help me regain my balance. But I jerked it back. "Don't fucking touch me I can take care of myself and by the way I'm not your fucking babe anymore!" After I said that everything went black. ~Ella's P.O.V~ I woke up in a unfamiliar room and in a bed next to Nate. I covered my body up with the sheets as I tapped Nate on the shoulder.

She can never hurt even a fly. Just then, Raymond entered the living room in anger. “Evelyn! Evelyn!” he called in anger. He walked up to Evelyn who was having a mental breakdown with Richard and threw a paper at her. “Can you explain this!” ...... Note: I made a mistake in chapter 69. I have edited it. my editor will approve it very soon. come back later to read it.

Her next words came slowly, deliberately. “My heart stopped.” And then she said it. “I saw Mr. Micah—Rebecca’s boyfriend—choking Chef Mirabel against the wall.” A sharp inhale filled the courtroom. Evelyn’s voice didn’t waver. “I saw him loosen his trousers. They fell to his knees.” She exhaled shakily. “And that was when I acted.” She met my gaze. “I grabbed a bat and struck him.” And just like that— My world shattered.

"Damage? From what?" I took a breath, picturing Evelyn’s face the day she arrived in Florida—hollowed out, a ghost of a person. "It was New York. A man named Archer Schuyler. He was her everything—years of history, a ring on her finger. And he didn't just break her heart; he decimated her soul. He cheated on her with a girl she trusted, in the most public, humiliating way possible." I watched the color drain from Jovan’s face.

"Evelyn!" "Al... Alexander...?" Her voice was tiny, muffled by tons of stone, raspy from inhaling dust, but it was her. It was her voice. A sob choked in my throat a sound I hadn't made since I was a child, before I slammed it down with cold, fierce focus. "I'm right here! I'm right here, sweetheart! Are you hurt? Can you move?" "My... my leg is pinned," Evelyn’s voice drifted up through the narrow gap, trembling slightly, but holding that incredible, unshakeable courage I loved so fiercely. "Miller... Miller is with me. He's unconscious... but breathing. Alexander... the air is really thin down here..."

My stomach cramped with pain. Lisa Witherspoon said she'd go buy me some hot milk, but she came back with a room-temperature one instead. When I asked her about it, she brushed it off. "I ran into Freddy on the way. He said he wanted something hot, so I gave it to him. Room temperature's basically the same anyway." Standing in the cold November wind, I thought about the past three years, every single time Lisa had chosen Freddy Bateman over me, and I suddenly felt like none of it meant anything anymore. I heard my own voice, perfectly calm, saying, "Let's break up." She looked at me like it was a joke. "So which of my social media accounts are you going to block this time?" What she did