Broken By Evelyn Miller Novels & Stories

As if the headlines were verdicts and the public had already delivered judgment. My eyes welled instantly. The tears burned, sharp and humiliating, pooling at my lash line. I blinked rapidly, over and over, refusing to let them spill. Not while she was listening. Not while she wanted that reaction. I would not give her the satisfaction of hearing my weakness. Clara moved closer, her hand gently patting my back in steady, comforting strokes. Slow. Reassuring. A silent reminder to breathe. Inhale. Exhale. “You are nothing but a home breaker,” Evelyn continued, her voice lowering into something colder, more controlled, and somehow more cruel. “You came into my son’s life and brought nothing but

She was pretty but there was something about her that screamed she wasn't part of this world, but she clearly wasn't afraid of us. "Who are you?" "Names Megan." "OK, Megan, what are you doing in the office, in that chair? How did you get in here because I know my brothers didn't let you in." "I broke in. You need better security." "What the hell do you mean you broke in?" I asked her and looked at my brothers. There is no way she broke in. We had doubled our security since our father was killed. "Like I said, you need better security."

“What kind of trouble are you aiming for?” “Trouble?" Ronan scoffed. “I did nothing wrong, Mike. She was perfectly single when I met her." “No, no, freshly divorced," Micheal corrected. "Just delivered a baby, and most importantly, broken." Ronan's gaze narrowed. “What are you trying to say?" His friend paused for a second, then smirked, sitting up right. “You know you always have that look on your face when you try to run away from the truth, Ronan." He didn't sound drunk anymore.

Camille asked me so I followed what she pointed to and saw the dumb man smiling while holding a woman by the waist, I think this is what Drake, his ex, was saying. "I don't know? Maybe that's one of his flings." I said. "She's not pretty though, I didn't know that Kevyn's taste has changed." I laughed because of Camille's comment. Later, the fool came to us with the woman. "Oh hi Kevyn." Camille greeted him. "Hi Camille, how are you?" he asked more. "I'm still pretty, I didn't know you and Ash were already broke up." "A month ago, but we haven't talked properly, you know that's too bitter."

Or maybe I had—my brain was beginning to lose its resilience. I felt another wave of blood flow through me. It should hurt, but I couldn’t feel anything. I’d grown numb. Unresponsive. I was finally broken. “No, don’t say that. She’ll make it. I know she will,” Evangeline responded, optimistic as always. “No, she won’t. Look at her.”

His agreement is a reluctant acknowledgement of the gravity of the situation, and I can feel the weight of his determination to see justice served. As I disconnect the call, I slump into the nearby chair, feeling the weight of the revelations settle heavily on my shoulders. When will the Millers stop plotting against me? I always knew Eva was a spoiled brat, but to go so far as to bribe someone to tamper with my brakes? Seriously? The extent of her scheming is beyond anything I imagined, leaving me reeling with a mixture of anger and disbelief.

Murmurs of who she was filled in the whole room. “You bitch! How dare you come here!” Mrs. Miller stood up abruptly the moment she saw Crystal and spat furiously at her. She hasn't forgotten how Crystal burned her hand a few months ago. Just thinking about it made her want to kill Crystal. “Just leave here, you psychopath!” Evelyn also said angrily, though she was somehow feeling uneasy about Crystal's appearance. The audience was all curious as to who Crystal was and why the Miller family doesn't want her to be there.

With trembling hands, Becky opened the refrigerator and took out the ingredients. She didn't know what to cook, but she didn't dare to ask, not after what James Miller had done to her. Honestly, the slap from the leather whip didn't hurt at all, it's just that the pressure he gave really made her mentally shaken. She had never seen such a thing before. She looked up nervously, she could see James Miller was sitting on a work chair facing directly into the vast backyard, his hands were busy typing on his laptop.

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.”

The crowd gasped. "How could a devoted husband like Mr. Gray betray Mrs. Gray?" "That can't be right!" someone muttered. "How will I believe in love now?" Evan's dark eyes reflected Beverly's heartbroken expression. Her eyes were rimmed with red as her body trembled uncontrollably, her delicate frame looking as if it might collapse. She looked like her very soul had fractured into tiny, irretrievable pieces. "Bev, this is all a misunderstanding." Evan's heart nearly cleaved when he saw how devastated Beverly looked. He couldn't breathe. He was like a drowning man, and lying was the driftwood that had become his only saving grace.