Broken Evelyn Miller Novels & Stories

said Mason. When I looked up in front of myself, I saw a strawberry blonde girl with red puffy eyes, looking harder to recognise her, I found myself looking at my reflection in the mirror. " Do you know who she is? She's Evelyn Williams, whom I met four ago when she was at her worst. She had lost everything she lived for, at a very young age. And I think this girl has suffered enough in her life and now she just deserves the best." He said as I immediately turned around and buried my face in his chest.

Penny lifted her left hand to take the glass, and as she raised it to him, their eyes met again and she saw that his were no longer laughing, but clouded with disappointment. "Is something wrong?" she had asked. "No! I.... Did you say Mrs Hampson?" He stressed the 'Mrs' and Penny knew immediately that he had seen Howard's thin gold wedding ring on her finger. "Yes!" she said simply. And in order to avoid any embarrassment which might result from further questions, she added. "My husband was killed in an accident some years ago" "I'm sorry" Jeremy had said and although she had sensed his relief at finding that she was single, she also knew that his sympathy was genuine and sincere.

I had become a broken vessel, shattered and discarded, just like the windows of my soul. As I stood there, swaying on unsteady feet, I couldn't help but feel like a mere pile of mud, trampled on by the world around me. My spirit was fractured, my hope shattered. But deep down, buried beneath the layers of pain, a flicker of defiance remained. A small voice whispered, "Maybe, just maybe, there's a way to piece myself back together."

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.

She turned and began to pound on the car window. "Open the door! I want to get out!" Jeremy was hesitating behind her, unwilling to open the door. Evelyn used all her strength to repeatedly hit the window, her disgust evident in her eyes. Eventually, Jeremy unlocked the door, and Evelyn pushed it open before rushing out into the rain. Her umbrella, which had fallen to the ground, had been blown into the middle of the road and shattered by passing vehicles. Her broken umbrella felt just like Evelyn's heart at this very moment. If Jeremy had simply abandoned her two years ago, it wouldn't have mattered. Even when he later became Natalie's boyfriend, it still wouldn't have mattered.

Ethan didn't dodge. Stepping forward, Brent separated Everly from Ethan. "Please calm down, Ms. Hilton. Things have turned out like this, but Mr. Miller never wanted it to happen. "It was Mrs. Miller herself who chose this path. Mr. Miller is already sad enough as it is." Everly couldn't hold it in. With tears running down her face, she howled, "You jerk. Liv was already recovering, but you must've provoked her again. Liv is so unlucky to have met you."

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.

She’s still in there. Across the estate, in the sun-drenched solarium, Helena Mordrake sat with a crystal glass of sherry. The news had reached her ten minutes ago via an encrypted dispatch. Evelyn was dead. A slow, terrifyingly beautiful smirk spread across Helena’s face. She didn't mourn her sister-in-law. To Helena, Evelyn had been a messy reminder of a past that refused to stay buried. Evelyn’s exile weeks ago had been a necessity; her death was a gift.

She crashed into the table, its sharp corner slamming into her stomach. Then, blood began to trickle down her legs. Rowan’s face went pale. “Evelyn, I didn’t mean to. I really didn’t. Are you okay?” “Get away from me! My child… My child was just killed by his own father! Hahaha… My child…” Evelyn shrieked, tears streaming down her face as a deranged laugh bubbled up from her lips. Randy signaled his guards, ordering them to take Evelyn to the hospital. “Put Mia down. She’s my fiancée!” Rowan demanded, still in denial.

I clutched at my chest tightly, trying to numb the pain but it only made it worse. “I'm really sorry Georgia, I truly tried but…it's like he woke up from coma as a different person.” Anna added, adding to the pain. “How…how could he? Why would he betray me like that?” I asked, my lips quivering as I struggled to keep my voice from cracking. My eyes moistened with tears as the memories of his proposal, our wedding and our anniversary flooded my mind. He promised to stand by me till forever so what changed? I was literally fighting to save his life and he broke mine without thinking twice.