Novel & Cerita Evelyn Blackwood

Just when I thought she wouldn't see me, Evelyn Blackwood entered, her silver hair perfectly coiffed, her posture regal despite her advanced age. "Mrs. Blackwood!" I cried, throwing myself dramatically at her feet. "Please help me! I'm carrying Ryan's baby, and I don't know what to do!" I clutched at the hem of her expensive slacks, forcing tears to stream down my face. Evelyn stared down at me, one eyebrow arched skeptically. "Is that so?" she asked, her voice cool and measured. "Yes! I have proof!" I fumbled in my purse, producing the medical reports Kane had arranged. "These are from the hospital. Please, you've always wanted a great-grandchild, haven't you

Small warm light filling the room. Evelyn looked down at her arms. The markings were gone. Every single one. The dark lines that had spread across her skin over months of the house claiming her. Gone. Her skin just her skin again. Ordinary and unmarked and completely hers. She looked at the mirror across the room. Her eyes were dark. No silver. No ancient light burning behind them. Just her. Just Evelyn Harper. Thirty two years old. Former archivist. Divorced. Standing in a house on a hill that didn't own her anymore.

An unreadable, calm smirk split his features as he stared up at my mother, his voice carrying a strange, dark undertone that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. "After all," Adrian said, his eyes boring into Evelyn with a terrifying intensity that made her face turn entirely pale. "Old man Blackwood’s memory belongs to a lot of people in this city. Some of us have been waiting a very long time to finally address the hidden indiscretions of this family bloodline." A sudden, sharp gasp ripped through the front rows.

___ But what Elara didn't know was that Eveline's thoughts were still somewhere else. They were back at the breakfast table. On the name Elara had mentioned so casually. Amelia Blackwood. Damien and Cassian's mother. A woman who had once carried a different surname before becoming an Ashcroft. A woman whose name Elara's mother had written in her diary. And that was what unsettled Eveline most. Not simply that Elara knew the name. But that Elara's mother had known Amelia Blackwood at all. There were things the Ashcrofts knew about Elara.

POV: Evelyn I groaned, shifting uncomfortably as I slowly climbed through my bedroom window. My legs were still sore, and every movement reminded me of the previous night. I had barely managed to get one leg inside when I suddenly looked up and froze. My mother… Margaret. She stood a few feet away, staring at me with her arms folded across her chest. "Where exactly are you coming from, Evelyn?" I felt a cold chill running through my spine. "Mum..."

“I'm sorry.” Elena whispered, “Who are you?” The woman stepped inside. “My name is Evelyn Rose Blackwood.” Elena's breath caught. “Grandmother?” The woman nodded. Adrian immediately moved closer to Elena. Evelyn looked at him. “You're Adrian.” “Yes.” “I knew your mother.” “Catherine?” Evelyn's expression changed. “Yes.” She looked back at Elena. “And I knew yours.” Elena swallowed. “Amelia?” “No.” Evelyn shook her head.

He blinked. "Sir?" "She was here. I need to know where she went." The man looked confused. "Sir, we had many female customers today… which lady exactly?" My jaw clenched. I was about to lose patience entirely when something shifted in his expression. "Oh." He straightened. "Mr. Blackwood, you mean Elena Moretti." I froze. "Elena Moretti?" "Yes, sir. She was here not long ago. I told her you were waiting for her, but she left immediately."

Beneath the words about the Queen waking, another line had been carved into the tablet, so faint that I almost missed it: the woman I had been trying to save might no longer be the woman who had made the sacrifice. I read the sentence again while the others waited around me. The chamber seemed colder than before, and the silver channels in the floor gave off a weak light. I could still hear my mother's voice in my memory, although the message itself contained only her handwriting. Seralyth Blackwood, my mother, also known as Evelyn, had left this warning for me because she had known the danger might reach this point. "What does she mean?" Adrian asked. I passed him the tablet. "She believed

"You're quite popular, you know. Both of you. Two mothers missing, and two desperate kids willing to burn the whole town down to find you.” "What do you want with us?" Aunt Marisol asked, trying to keep her voice steady. "Personally, I have nothing against either of you," Evelyn Blackwood said, circling them slowly. "So why are you keeping us hostage?" Aunt Marisol asked. "I'm a mother like the both of you," Evelyn Blackwood said. That made Mrs. Alice melt a little. Her shoulders dropped. "A mother that just wants to see her son again," Evelyn Blackwood said, her smile fading for the first time.

Now someone had turned our worst problem into a weapon. Across the estate, Evelyn closed the door to her bedroom. Her pleasant expression vanished. “Did she receive it?” The man standing near the window nodded. “Yes.” “And?” “She looked frightened.” Evelyn smiled faintly. “Good.” He hesitated. “What about Mr. Blackwood?” “He’s already investigating.” “Should we stop?” Evelyn turned sharply. “No.” She walked to the desk and picked up a photograph. Adrian and me stood together in it, taken earlier that week during dinner. Adrian was looking at me.