Novel & Cerita Evan Engram Parents

"But who's Damian?" He met my gaze, his expression steady. "I am." “Wait, what? You’re Damian?” He nodded slowly. "But how do you fit into all of this?" I asked. And why didn’t he tell me who he was right away? He looked at the door and then returned his gaze to me. "Your mother was Evangeline Dominguez, and your father was Alphonso Georgino. Their love was forbidden. Although they were from rival families, they chose to see beyond their differences.”

Evans I sat quietly at the dinner table, trying not to look too interested in the conversation swirling around me. Across from me, my father, Arthur Blake, held court, talking business with the energy he saved for family dinners, as if even our time together had to be a matter of strategic value. My mother, Elora, sat beside him. And right next to me, my twin brother, Ryan, soaked up Dad’s attention like he was basking in the sun, his smile wide, his posture attentive—exactly the way Dad liked it.

I said, opening the door. I pulled the seat forward so Evan could get in the back and I pushed it back to its right position and I sat in the front. I leaned over and kissed Ryan and Evan started pretending to throw up. “Suck it up loser.” I snickered. Evan then started to mind linking me, so I sat back in my chair and Ryan started driving. “Ask him if he knows what’s going on with dad.” Evan said through the mind link. “No. I’m not getting him involved with this.”

" Frank slammed the table hard as he tried to snap Evan out of it with the noise. Evan could have dealt with those missions easily, but he would constantly spot a woman like Nancy at the mission location every single time. It messed with his emotions and distracted him whenever he saw her. Evan's temple was hurting badly, and he massaged between his eyes as his tone became slightly annoyed. "It doesn't matter if they don't approve of me. It's a fact that I'm your son and the future Don of the family. They won't say a word against me even if they have issues about it." The last of Frank's patience was exhausted when he saw how Evan was acting. He said nothing as he left while shaking his head

★★★★Clinton★★★★ "Evans,we are set to go"I said "Are you sure we aren't leaving anything behind?" "No" "Maddy, it's time to go"he said "Okay"she replied "Are my parent's luggage in the car?" "Yes" "Are you with my dad's medical report?" "Yes" "Okay, let's go" "Sure" "Are you okay?" "Yes, just a little nervous. I'm afraid of heights" "Don't worry, there's nothing to be afraid of. You're safe with me"

Evan said. "I know, I know. 'Maxwells make the family fortune.' You realize our grandfather was a sick man to pit everyone against each other," I said. "Sick? How about genius? We've got to make something of ourselves before we get the big bucks. I can't wait to see what my kids do," Evan said. "Well, good luck with that. I've got a meeting to get to," I said. "Fine, but don't say I didn't invite you. Oh, and don't crinkle up your forehead when you smile or you'll get more wrinkles than even I can erase," Evan said.

Evan stammered, then quickly grabbed his father-in-law's hand again. "I truly love Ajeng. Ever since I first saw her at Ella's house two years ago. I really wanted to marry her, but it turned out that she was already married to another man," Evan replied before smiling bitterly. "I heard your story earlier." Evan's eyes widened. Really? So that man was actually awake earlier? Suddenly, he felt embarrassed for being caught admiring their daughter like a stalker. "I'm sorry," he muttered, looking down. Mark sighed deeply. The man's gaze seemed distant.

Quentin handed the fruit to Evan and said gently, "If it's too heavy, tell me. I can carry it." Evan grinned. "Don't worry. I'm a man. I can handle this much." Quentin looked at him, his smile full of warmth. "Evan's so considerate. But with your dad and godfather around, you can still just be yourself." Evan shook his head and smiled. "I'm fine like this. You don't need to worry about me." Although Quentin felt comforted, he couldn't help worrying. Evan's mother had died in childbirth, so Seamus had raised him from infancy. Besides Seamus, only Quentin and Lucas spent time with him. A child lacking maternal love naturally had some personality issues.