Evelyn Evans Novels & Stories

“I… I do hold a first class degree in Economics, ma’am.” Her smile widened, a small dimple forming on her cheek. “I am Miss Evelyn, your young employer.” My breath caught. This was her? The Evelyn. She didn’t look like a woman with an eighteen year old daughter. Her skin glowed, her curves were impossible to ignore, and her figure was the kind men twice my age would lose their minds over. She couldn’t have been older than. “I’m just thirty six,” she said suddenly, as if she could hear my thoughts.

“I’ll call you once I’m off.” I nodded and turned to walk away. “Do you mind if I walk you down? Just until you get a cab,” the guy asked behind me. “If you want to,” I said, not bothering to look back. We walked down the quiet street together. The city felt different at night still and quiet. “I’m Ian,” he said. “I’m Evelyn. But everyone calls me Eve,” I answered flatly. “Nice. You’re new around here?” “Obviously,” I muttered, not wanting to give too much information.

Back at the mansion, Valentina was trying to read a magazine. She turned the pages, but she didn't see the pictures. She was thinking about Lucas. A maid came in. “Madam, your mother-in-law is in the garden. She wants to see you.” Valentina nodded and went downstairs. Evelyn was sitting in a white chair, drinking tea. She looked very elegant and very calm. “Sit,” Evelyn said. Valentina sat. For a long time, neither woman spoke. Evelyn looked at Valentina’s face very carefully.

No security entourage. This part she needed to see herself. Inside, the hallway smelled faintly of detergent and aging paint. She climbed two flights of stairs and stopped before apartment 3B. Daniel Reyes. She knocked. No answer. She knocked again. A door down the hall opened slightly, and an elderly woman peered out. “You looking for Danny?” the woman asked. Evelyn turned. “Yes.” The woman shook her head slowly. “You’re late.” A chill moved through Evelyn. “What do you mean?”

Her voice trembled as she said, "I've finally found you, Matt! Do you know how much I've struggled looking for you—" Matthew didn't say a thing. Instead, he lowered his head and pried off her fingers. "Please show some respect, miss. Do I know you?" Evelyn froze, staring at him in disbelief. "Matt, it's me—Eve! I'm not dead. I've come back!" Matthew finally looked up to meet her gaze. His eyes, which once held so much love, were now cold. "Evelyn is long dead," he said quietly. "She died in that crash, leaving nothing but ashes. You're nothing but a stranger to me now."

Eve stood frozen in the dimly lit hallway, her pulse so loud in her own ears she was certain Lila could hear it too. The name hung between them like something with an edge. Evelyn Harlow. Spoken aloud, in this house built on someone else's memory, it landed like ice poured straight down her spine.

Chapter 1942 "Oh my, Evelyn made the shop assistant kneel to put her shoes on? That was too much! Does she think she's a noble princess?" "Check out this video. Evelyn framed Mrs. Mason at the mall with a big belly." "Even a beast won't harm its children. Evelyn risked her child's life! How can she be so cruel?" "Bah! Mr. Mason is handsome and rich. Evelyn actually cheated on him!" "Her lover is too ugly. Evelyn has terrible taste."

She stood up to take a drink from her mom's office while Mrs Evans smiled at her retreating back. Mrs Evans has stood up and went back to the counter to sort out some documents since her secretary won't be coming in today. She was in the middle of opening the drawer when the door suddenly ding and a tall, young man walked in holding a banquet of flowers, looking quite lost. “Hello! Can I help you?” Mrs Evans asked the young man who was so handsome. “Hello. Are you Mrs Daisy Evans?” The young man asked as a flicker of recognition passed through his face. Mrs Evans nodded in response. She searched her brain for where she could have met him knowing that she could never forget such a handsome f

Then she wrapped her arms around me, patting my back gently like I was a child. “Go to sleep, Emma. We have to get up early to chop wood tomorrow.” The pale moonlight filtered through the thin, paper-covered windows, casting a soft light on her face. She was only twenty-two, but the corners of her eyes were already lined with fine wrinkles. Her face was etched with exhaustion and weariness. She didn’t look like this when I first met her. Her real name was Evelyn Anderson. She must’ve been the shining light in her family’s eyes.

She was a nervous wreck, while the person she was with was calm and collected. Seated across her was none other than Astrid Castillo, with her shiny red lips and piercing eyes. Her white and delicate hands caressed the menu book she was holding, and her hair gently moving at the cold breeze. How did they come to this, seated across each other in an expensive restaurant just feet away from the company building? Right. She somehow answered a 'yes' when Astrid invited her for lunch just minutes earlier. It was a Friday, and as usual, Evie was with her husband for the day. They were ready to sit with each other in his office the whole day, with Evie sitting on his lap and Alvaro's arms wrapped a