Novel & Cerita Evelin Miller

Nate might be out of the picture, but now Evan will fight his own battle, and I promise to be with him all the way. ~~ We are back in New York the same day after the FBI took Nate into custody. Evan is a witness in this case, and so is Olivia. They will cooperate with the investigation, that’s why they weren’t taken in like Nate. I can’t even imagine what Olivia went through to agree with this, to incriminate her own flesh and blood. “What do you want for dinner?” I asked Evan as we stepped inside the penthouse. “Anything. You know I love your cooking,” he replied, dropping our bags in the living room.

said the flight attendant while pointing her finger to the blue button. "Thanks!" She opened the laptop and started to search for James Miller's name, even though he was known as a self-made billionaire but he wasn't that famous in the United States until that day when the news broke up and people started to find out about him. Right on the top of the search result, Megan Hutton's face appeared. Becky covered her mouth, it was she who leak the news. But how did she manage to know about James Miller's past? James said he never told anyone about his life...

Technically, Eileen Russel was only six years old, the same age as Evely, when Francis divorced Vivienne. She was supposed to be another innocent person who was affected by her parents’ doings. However, Evie knew clearly that the six-year-old Eileen was nowhere as innocent as she was supposed to be.

“We have plans. But you two go. Celebrate.” Serena looked relieved. “Are you sure?” “Positive. Go be eighteen.” Before we left, I went to the restroom. On my way back, I passed a woman standing in front of Serena’s sculpture. She wasn’t a parent. She was older, dressed in severe Issey Miyake pleats, holding a notepad. I recognized her. Evelyn Vance. One of the toughest critics for The New York Times. I froze. If she hated it… if she wrote something scathing… it would crush Serena.

“Wait, wait, Mel. So how did you find out?” “The woman has been stalking me, E. Like I just feel like I'm living a Hollywood movie life. Remember the woman who was sitting with my mom that first day we met at the restaurant?” “Woman?” she looked up, her forehead creased trying to remember. Then her eyes widened with recognition. “You mean the woman that bolted out like she had hot poop in her ass?” “Exactly.” I clapped my hands. “That's Gavin’s late wife, Evelyn.” “What is she even doing? Why fake your own death for five years?”

OMG. “Mary Madison Evans was the name of a sixteen year-old student who studied in White Knights University that's being suspected of the Nameless beggar’ accomplice. The photo was taken earlier and it shows that they're talking and seems too close— I turned off the Television. It's giving me headache. Where did that photo came from? Why is this happening? I heavily sighed. My eyebrows furrowed when I heard something approaching. I stood up when I heard some siren. I went near the window to check it.

She fell to her knees screaming, with data streams flooding her mind. "Give me the signature, Elara " Miller's voice echoed from every tree, every leaf, every drop of rain falling from the canopy. "Sign the agreement. I'll let you keep your mother. I'll let you keep the diner. I'll give you back Chapter 1." Elara looked through the noise seeing Julian his finger still drawing that desperate K in the dirt. She saw Elias, his gun raised, his eyes locked on Miller's avatar. She knew what she had to do. She was not the waitress. She was not the victim.

Evelyn joins in the hug and I wrap one of my arms around her. “Where’s Roland!? Is he okay?” Olivia seems a bit freaked out. “I wouldn’t worry about Roland on a battlefield. Don’t worry,” Adrian assures her. The four of us stand up and this is my first time to look at Eleanor’s dead body. “She’s finally dead,” Adrian comments, “Who killed her?” “Evelyn.” “Rayne.” Evelyn and I say each other’s names. “It was one hell of a collaboration. Evelyn paralyzed her and Rayne cut off her neck,” Olivia gives him the details.

the receptionist asked politely. Evelina gave a faint smile. “Evelina Willson. I have a 9 AM interview for the Executive Secretary position.” “Ah, yes! Your name is on the list. Please head up to the 39th floor. The interview room is to the left of the elevator.” “Thank you.” She walked through the lobby, every eye drawn to her presence. No one knew that this beautiful, confident woman was once Olivia Grace—a betrayed wife, emotionally tormented, and hunted until nearly killed.

It was unbelievable. She looked back at Alex. "Who's she?" "Elena Miller." Evelyn lowered her gaze in deep thought. "Why...why do we resemble then?" Alex shook his head. "Don't know. Don't you wanna find out?" Evelyn bobbed her head slowly. "I do." "So we sent you?" Alex interrogated.