Novel & Cerita Broken Evelyn Miller

“No, it's fine. You can't defeat him anyway ( you'll fall in love instead).” Evelyn's brow furrowed. “He killed you.” “I know but it wasn't his fault since I stole some of the medicine that he made—some of them are poisonous to poison the Marvick Clan, but who would have thought that he found out about it and directly killed me after knowing without explanation? However, I found out that it was part of the ingredients that he reserved to cure his paralyzed legs.” Eve said with a long sigh then she stood up, making Evelyn raise her head to look up at her.

The road was spinning; Denise staggered along throwing her hands in the air like a lunatic. Her heart was shattered. Her little dream was a mere fantasy. The reality of Clark’s true colours made a sharp pain cut through her stomach. Denise was on the road and there were moving vehicles but she did not care. If only the world would swallow her sorrow and make her disappear without a trace, Denise would pay any price.

She said, innocently. “I can't believe this.” I whispered to Michael. “I thought your father was dead?” He asked. I gave him a puzzled look, “you don't have to think it. He is dead.” I said to him. “Then why does she think he is not?” He asked. “That's because I'm lucid.” Evelyn said. “What's that supposed to mean?” I asked her, sternly. “It means the day I walked out on you, Greta and your father was the day I found out I have dementia. I left because the doctor gave me few hours until the disease take it hold on me.” She said.

Yet, his endless heartlessness and bias broke her heart again and again. Evelyn had looked forward to her father's love in her last life. She died of pneumonia on a cold, windy night. All along, Amelia and her daughter had been waiting for him one-sidedly. Yet, all he gave her and her daughter was cold-heartedness. So why was he doing this now? - Eventually, Evelyn was sent to Peace Care Center. The police had found Claire, who was tied up and dumped by the side of the road. She was badly injured and sent to Peace Care Center as well.

But the part of me that had watched Evelyn's face when she talked about Gabriel, the part that had driven her to a pharmacy this morning to deal with what Gabriel had left behind, the part that had sat in a car and asked her if she loved him and watched her shake her head without conviction — that part felt something. It wasn’t sympathy, it was something more complicated. The recognition that if Gabriel Ross died today, Evelyn would break. It might not be visibly, or immediately, but in the deep, structural way that people break when they lose something they hadn't finished understanding. She would carry that fracture for years, and every time someone tried to get close to her, they'd find t

"She just... stopped." The words landed like a blow. For several seconds, I stood there looking at Evelyn, trying to reconcile the woman in front of me with the woman I knew. Evelyn had survived things that would've destroyed most people. She had fought through betrayal, heartbreak, loneliness, and grief. She always fought. But now she looked like someone who had reached the limit of what she could endure.

“You won’t understand…” “Then tell me. Make me understand,” Emily begged, standing up and moving closer to her. Finally, Evelyn broke. Her lips trembled as she whispered the truth. “I’m a drug addict, Emily. That’s who I am now. So it’s too late.” Emily froze, her body stiffening as though she had been struck by lightning. “What…?” she whispered. “Oh, Jesus…” Her hand flew to her mouth, her heart dropping to her stomach. Shock rippled through her entire being.

"I'm so sorry, Mila… I—" Mila pulled me into her arms and began to sob. "Don't apologize. I love you, Eve." The dams broke at that moment, and all I could afford to do was cry with her. My sobs were violent, heavy, and raw. I'm sure the whole hospital could hear me, but I didn't care. Soon it felt like a hot, branding iron was searing my vocal cords. I knew at that moment that my heart would forever be broken beyond repair. There was no light at the end of the tunnel.

“That’s a very big wish.” “I know,” Susie said. “But you can make it come true.” Claire stepped back. Her legs felt weak, but she forced herself to move—slowly, silently—away from the door. Each step felt heavier than the last, as if she were walking through water. She didn’t wait to hear the rest. She didn’t need to. The truth had settled with devastating clarity. She was not losing her place in this family. She had already lost it. Back in the elevator, Claire stared at her reflection in the mirrored wall. She looked composed. Pale, but composed. No tears streaked her face. No outward sign of collapse.

“Why are you calling?” “I’m sorry to say, sir, but about an hour after her miscarriage, Evelyn died from complications,” the doctor on the other end explains, not telling me anything I didn’t already know. My men had already texted me, telling me the moment that Mr. Stone lost his shit and took his revenge out on my mistress.