Novel & Cerita Evelyn American Psycho

“You good?” I didn’t answer. Just kept walking. When we got to the corridor leading to Room 315, I stopped cold. Evelyn was there. Leaning against the wall. Manicured. Composed. A leather handbag slung across her forearm like she was just getting out of brunch.. not watching a man she’d nearly erased waste away on a hospital bed. I should’ve turned back. But I didn’t. She looked up.. and when her eyes landed on Ryan beside me, her posture stiffened.

* Intrigued, she began reading, her mind absorbing the information quickly. The chapter went into detail about different substances that could be used to put someone in a prolonged state of unconsciousness. As she read through the descriptions of the drugs, a strange thought began to form in her mind. It was reckless, but the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Evelyn. The name flashed in her mind, accompanied by a wave of anger. Evelyn, who had tried to destroy Ace.

I’ll let you know the other party’s requests when you work overtime tomorrow. Evelyn heaved a sigh of relief when she saw this text message. It was a psychological relief for her not to have to meet him in private. After all, Evelyn had a conservative personality, and she had always held the mentality that she should not get too close to any man who already had a lover or was married.

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.

“Yes… she’ll do nicely.” Evelyn’s POV That same afternoon, Evelyn wiped down tables at the diner, trying to focus on the streaks of water instead of the knot in her stomach. The agency paperwork was done, her signature inked, but the name Damian Blackwood still echoed in her mind like a warning bell. “Evie, you okay?” Carmen asked fondly, balancing a tray of dirty plates. Evelyn forced a smile. “Yeah. Just… tired.” But her eyes strayed to the window, to the world outside. She had no idea that across town, a man in a tailored suit had just chosen her like a piece of cloth, sealing her fate without her knowledge.

Black Estates, America Evelyn had locked herself in a random cabin and was pacing back and forth like a mad woman. She wasn't asleep, she was just pretending. Dylan got a call from Mr. Swift and he immediately left. Taking the chance, Evelyn ran out of his cabin not caring about the weird glances which she was receiving by the people who were present in the hallway. She went inside a random room and locked herself inside it.

Evelyn took a delicate sip of her tea, her eyes slowly scanning the table, her gaze lingering on each of them with a warm, maternal serenity that felt completely, terrifyingly artificial. Silas and Beatrice sat near the foot of the table, their bodies stiff, their throats dry as they tried to swallow their food. Every second of the dead silence was a psychological torture. They looked at Evelyn’s calm face, then at Charlie’s vacant, defeated expression, and finally at Lydia, who was staring blankly at her coffee cup.

Evelyn laughed but Adrian was fuming with jealousy. Now, he didn’t have just Damien to contest with for Harriett but this Tony guy? Bullshit. Evelyn held herself from telling Adrian that he had the same surname with the doctor from the past. She didn’t want to bring back memories of those days. She was no longer that psychotic bitch. She completed her therapy session in England and has been faithfully taking her medication. She was fine…. Or so she thought.

Evelyn shrugged, covering her sketch sneakily, "besides, I thought I didn't get the job." "And whose fault is that?"Raymond narrowed his eyes, nailing his eyes on her like a predator. He could barely manage through their talk before he burst into flames because SHE drugged him! Evelyn lowered her eyes with a shred of guilt flashed through her eyes, and Raymond didn't miss it. "Something smells funny," Evelyn wrinkled her nose, looking around, "did you smell that?" Raymond watched her averting the subject in poor effort. "Didn't you say you didn't drug me?" Raymond sneered coldly, letting his alpha aura spout for pressure, "so where's your guilt coming from?"

I am alone? "who did Evelyn sell Danielle to please😭"