Broken By Evelyn Miller Wattpad の小説・ストーリー

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.

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.

They actually let Bruce kldnap her and even wanted to destroy her that much? Evelyn was uncomfortable as she sat on the chair. Her scarlet eyos wore fled with hatred as she stared at several proud and smiling men around her. She knew she needed him and suddenly she closed her eyes and piped down, outsiders would think she was crying. She was only misprint, "Williams if you can save me, please come and save me." Unfortunately , there was no means of contact to Williams now. Was she really going to be destroyed in the hands of these men?

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.”

“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.”

~~~~~~~~~~~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 weep and she walks to her friends place and she find her talking to herself. “ Why didn't the so call Evelyn die, if only I knew Manuel was going to fall in love with her, I wouldn't have helped her into that company to start internship course but I gave her that drink and desert on her bridal shower, she was suppose to be dead before her wedding or even die during that wedding but the stupid girl is still leaving, I won’t let her leave, I didn't ruin his Marriage to Brianna for her to marry him, it’s true that Brianna wasn’t into him for the marriage but money but I was the one who got closer to Brianna to ruin that marriage only for him to overlook me and fall in love with Evelyn” s

That wasn’t a scheming woman; that was someone learning to stand again. He called an old contact, a data analyst. “Run a trace on this drive. I want its origin.” “You think it’s forged?” “I think,” Adrian said slowly, watching thunder flare over the river, “that I’ve been played.” Evelyn’s POV By the time we reached the bridge out of Brooklyn, smoke from the burning warehouse folded into the rain clouds behind us. My reflection in the car window looked pale, eyes rimmed with fury and exhaustion. Luca drove in silence for a while before saying quietly, “He was close when he mentioned Willow Creek.”

I just didn't know that in two weeks, I'd walk into a boardroom and discover that letting go wasn't an option. That L and Liam Hawthorne were about to collide in ways neither of us could have predicted. That our one night together had consequences neither of us had planned for. That sometimes, the cage you escape from is nothing compared to the one waiting in the wings. But for now, I sat at brunch with Richard Pemberton III and my pleased parents, and I mourned the death of E—the girl who'd lived for one perfect night and would now have to die so Evelyn could survive. Even if surviving felt like the cruelest punishment of all.

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.”