Christina Evangeline Wikipedia Novels & Stories

That had changed too, because now, Christina preferred to be in hers. After kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning his shirt, Evan went in search of his wife. He knocked once, and when she didn't reply, he pushed the door open, only to find her seated on the bed, her long blonde hair piled into a messy bun on top of her head, with what should have been their baby's clothes scattered around her....

My fingers trembled as I turned it on. Dozens of notifications flooded the screen. Messages from Rhoy and friends, even missed calls. I ignored them all and, with shaking hands, I opened the browser and typed in Evangeline Connor. Evangeline, Rhoy’s mother, was a famous model, so information wasn’t hard to find. But no matter how deep I searched, there was nothing about anyone named Knox. Not among her nephews, relatives or even friends. “Who the hell are you?” I whispered, my confusion growing into full-blown panic.

Despite trying to dismiss her suspicions, the sight of Klein with his ex stirred a storm of emotions within her. Evangeline had been cautiously optimistic about her future with Klein, believing she was on the verge of a happy ending after so many circumstances. They were planning a wedding, building a life together, and raising their children. It was everything she had longed for. But now, with Daphnie standing there, crying in Klein's arms, a wave of insecurity crashed over her. The woman was undeniably beautiful, even in her distress. Her features were delicate, her hair impeccably styled, and despite her tears, she exuded a certain elegance that Evangeline couldn't help but envy.

Eva frowned, but snatched the papers from him and began to read its content. She felt like the ground beneath her feet is shaking violently, when she read that it's a marriage certificate between Evangeline Yoke and Damien Xavier Bishop. It's clearly written here that now they are married by the law and she is now Evangeline Xavier Bishop, his lawfully wedded wife.

Evangeline wasn't sure and didn't know how to tell. "Initially, she should have confessed to Zion. However, she couldn't tell him the truth in the end. Now, looking at Rita's concerned and determined eyes, she knew that once Rita intervened, her little secret would be exposed." "Rita was the eldest daughter of the Ye family. Although she usually seemed to be an eating blogger online, Evangeline knew she also had her social network and connections." "Thinking of this, Evangeline sighed and said, ""I really don't know if it's a good thing to be your sister-in-law."""

Christina never stayed out this late. I called her. Once. Twice. Busy signal. Again and again. Always busy. The longer I lay there, the more restless I became. Something was off. Too off. I flipped on the light, and my heart plummeted. Her desk? Empty. The stack of clothes on her chair? Gone. Her camera bag—the one she always hung above the door—vanished. Every trace of her, erased. I tore open the bathroom door. Nothing. Not even the smell of her shampoo.

No photos, no letters, no evidence of the life I supposedly lived before coming to the Cross household. It's like Evangeline Cross didn't exist until the day she turned five years old.

"You have to believe me. I would never do this. Grayson did this to hurt me. To ruin me." "How could you do this to us?" He continued, ignoring me completely, his voice cracking with rage and something that sounded almost like grief. "How could you do this before God? I gave you everything, Evangeline. I fed you, clothed you, put a roof over your head, and paid for your education. I supported you even when you refused to lose weight, even when you embarrassed us with how you looked. And this is how you repay me? With humiliation? With shame?"

She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax. “Because, of all my lives, this is the only one where I came to meet Aunt Margarette and Finrod!” As Ellaine swallowed the Hristoax, her whole body glowed. She felt new energy flow in her veins empowering her. Her perplexed mind became instantly cleared and her senses were improved. “No!” Ánië tossed Finrod away. “You thief!” She attacked Ellaine who released a beam of light, hurling her couple of feet away. Ellaine stared at her hands, taken aback. She is a witch. From the human pillar? But she already met Alderon, the human wizard.

I walked toward the window. Trying to control the thoughts racing through my mind. Lucas Xavier. A man who had everything. And still managed to make someone like her feel worthless. Unforgivable. "Heidi." Evangeline went quiet. I looked back. "The woman at the gala." She nodded. "Yes." "How long?" She looked down. "I don't know." Interesting. "Did he tell you?" "No." "How did you find out?" "I saw messages." Of course. "Then why stay?" The question left before I could soften it.