Novel & Cerita Evelyn Harper

"Do you even know who she is?" "Harper Davis, twenty-three years of age. Five foot eight inches and one hundred and fifty-four pounds in weight," Charles began, like he was reading off a piece of paper. Attended the same university as the great Cade Vale and dated for quite a while. Cade Vale was considering marriage with her until his grandfather made him break up with her. Harper Davis came in here with hopes of getting back with her first love, Cade but unfortunately, he was already married and now she plans to break him up from his wife and have him all to herself."

Just a few seconds after Evan got into the elevator, they appeared at the front of the closing doors and Lila put her hand through it. Harper flashed a bright smile around at everyone in the packed elevator. Both ladies only received a few nods and tired stares as acknowledgement before the door slid close and the slow descent began. After a long night of partying, they were all eager to return to their houses. All except Harper and Lila. For them, the night was just beginning. Harper made the first move, pushing her way through the other employees until she was close to the unsuspecting Evan. There was little chatter among the people but it was overshadowed by the whirring of the elevator’s

They were real, living in this city. What did they like? Were they good in school? Did Eva believe she was truly a princess, or just pretend? Did Ethan’s serious look hide storms like mine once did? The questions suffocated me. The desk phone rang. “Yes?” “Sir, I have the address you requested,” Raymond said. “Lily Harper is CEO of Harper Events on Fifth Avenue. Should I set a meeting?” Lily ran her own company. That fit. She had always been clever and ambitious, even back then when she was Adrian’s fiancée.

“This is Harper, Widow of Congressman Timothy Lane. You might remember the scandal, though the press called it a suicide.” Harper was younger than Genevieve expected. She was in her early thirties, dark skinned, with high cheekbones and eyes that were like polished glass. She gave Genevieve a single glance. “Margot, the silent one,” Celeste continued, nodding toward an older woman who looked like she’d stepped out of a 1950s film. “Her husband ran a hedge fund until it burned.” “Diana,” she said next, motioning to a woman with auburn hair and eyes lined with black eyeliner like war paint. “Her husband was found with two bullets in his chest and one mistress in his bed.”

That was the rising star Yvaine had warned me about. Harper Foster. She’d had a breakthrough playing the scheming younger sister in some Regency drama. She looked less filtered in person. Narrower jaw, sharper eyes. Still recognisable, if you squinted. I stared at her. ‘You’re Harper Foster, right?’ She stood, her meet-the-fans smile ready. ‘Yes. That’s me.’ I ignored her outstretched hand. Just pulled out my phone and started typing. She glanced at Cassian like a puppy waiting for a command.

" Is there really something very implicating that we could use against her?" I smiled, slipping an envelope on the desk. The exact one the driver's widow had given to me in exchange for a favor. Her eyes lit up with curiosity, her hands trembling as she unsealed it with her finger nails. She pulled out a number of newspaper clippings, few faded photos. She covered her lips with her hands, letting a small laugh in excitement. "Aren't these...... paper articles of the popular 'Car accident ' that occurred over eleven years ago when Irina was just debuting as an actress?." - Her breath hitched as she spoke without a break.

Her lips curved in a smirk that chilled Lila to the bone. “You… how?” Lila gasped. Evelyn’s smile widened. “Oh, darling, do you really think I’d let death decide my fate? I’ve been watching, learning, waiting for the perfect moment.” Harper hissed inside Lila. See? Another traitor. You have no allies. None. I have to focus, Lila whispered to herself. She could feel Harper pressing forward, seeking dominance. Her own consciousness was a battlefield. She had to act fast—or be consumed.

I said. Riley got out her phone and opened a news website. Immediately, I read the headline. Vanessa Harper is a Homewrecker.

“Well, I guess you know now.” “What?” I couldn’t breathe. “What the hell is this?” “It’s our anniversary too, Noelle.” Harper leaned back against the pillows, stretching like a cat who’d just eaten. “Didn’t Evan tell you?” “Evan?” The words hit harder than any slap. My gaze snapped to him, but he didn’t even flinch. “What is she talking about?” “Harper and I have been together longer than you and I ever were.” He shrugged, as if he were explaining the weather. “You were just… convenient.”

We're at the cemetery, preparing to lower her casket, when the officiant asks if anyone wants to speak. No one moves. Her friends are too emotional. Her family too distant. Even I'm frozen, unsure what to say to honor a woman who gave me so much in such a short time. Then Harper stands. "I'll say something," she announces. Walks to the front. No notes. No preparation. Just Harper being Harper. "I didn't know Evelyn well," she starts. "Met her maybe five times. But in those five meetings, she saw me more clearly than people I've known my whole life."