Evelin Miller Novels & Stories

She moved forward, her heels clicking against the marble floor with the precision of a metronome marking the passage of power. Today marked Evelyn’s first in-person visit to the office since her ascension to the presidency of the Miller Consortium Group. Up until now, her presence had been virtual, a face on screens and a voice in conference calls. She had either sent Kim, the vice-chairman—a loyal servant of her grandfather since his youth—or she had conducted her business remotely, from the sanctuary of her family's ancestral home.

reputation, I kept it to a tight-lipped smile and a slightly bouncier step than usual. By the time I made it to my locker, my partners-in-crime were already there. Melissa, with her cool brown hair and calculating gray eyes, leaned casually against the metal door, while Evelyn, all strawberry-blonde hair and ocean-blue eyes, practically bounced on her toes like an overcaffeinated pixie. Ah yes, my golden duo: Evelyn, the wild princess with too much energy for one human body, Melissa, the mother hen who somehow thought she was responsible for everyone’s moral compass,

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They asked, straight to the point. I looked at Harper, "Yes, Evangeline Miller speaking. Who am I speaking with?" There was a strange pause, and I heard the individual draw deep breaths. It was the voice of a female. "it's Asher and Axel's mother. We need to talk. Can we meet with you today?"

"You look tired, boy. Seraphina keeping you up?" Evangeline walked into the room. She wasn't wearing the sisterly shadow anymore. She wore a red dress that looked like it had been painted onto her skin. She didn't take a seat. She walked straight to me and sat on my lap, her legs draping over mine. "He’s exhausted because I’m demanding," she whispered, her voice loud enough for the table to hear. She leaned into my ear, her lips brushing my lobe. "The one with the gold watch is Miller. He’s the one who handles the money laundering in Panama. The one to his left is Vance. He likes boys. Keep him at a distance."

Yet, that’s exactly what happened when Evelyn Walker, a former member of the network’s inner circle, stepped out of the shadows and into Lena’s life. It was a rainy afternoon when Lena first met Evelyn. The city was cloaked in a gray mist, and the sound of raindrops pelting against the windows of the small café added to the tense atmosphere. Lena sat at a corner table, her eyes scanning the street outside. Jessica had been wary of the meeting, insisting on taking extra precautions. Evelyn Walker was an enigma—someone who had once been deeply involved in the network’s operations, yet now claimed to want to help take it down. Trusting her was a gamble, but one Lena was willing to take if it me

"She's Shanelle, but I call her Lane. I love that name, so call her Shanelle. Only I have the right to call her that. And yes, she would be my date for tonight. I trust you, Ms. Zarei, I'll leave her with you. Do make-up and make her the beautiful woman on the whole universe. I can pay you whatever you want or how much you want just to make her the prettiest woman in my eyes." The woman nodded with a smile. "I'll do that, Mr. Miller, I can make her beautiful for you— for you only." Then she turned back to her. "Are you ready, Ms. Shanelle?" she asked with a smile. Even though she was shy, she nodded. "That's good," she added. "Okay. I'll leave you for a while. I'll be back." Elvin faced her.

Madison gnashed her teeth, watching me disappear into the mists. Richard ignored them both and strode into the lounge. Evelyn followed, her mind spinning with a dark, lethal plan. She had to cut this cord once and for all. She pulled out her device and dialed a private link. "Greetings, Healer. This is Evelyn Lawson. Do you have a patient named Ruth Miller in your wards awaiting a liver graft? Yes, that is the one. As we discussed, your rise to Head Healer is within my influence. I find myself in a difficult position, and I require a favor."

And then I saw her. Evelyn Miller. In that sleek, dark gown. Hair pinned up, smile soft, eyes sharp. She was standing alone near the back terrace, sipping something from a glass, the moonlight laying over her like silver silk. The world slowed as I watched her. Something in my chest pulled tight. I took a breath, then walked toward her. She turned when I reached her, her face lighting up like she hadn’t expected me, though I knew she had. “Pearl,” she greeted, voice soft and gracious. “You look stunning tonight.”

So in all, Evelyn has two enemies she wants nothing but to kill both of them. She had this mindset that Rayner is hers and only hers. “I think Melissa is right, son. You can't always think that we maltreat your wife in your absence. We are your family, Rayner, no who is best for you.” Mr. Miller said and even glared at Akira. Rayner was so furious that he wanted nothing but to kill his whole family. “Well spoken!” All eyes turned to the entrance when they saw a female figure in blue jeans and a pink crop top walking toward them whilst clapping her hands.