Evelyn Harper Novels & Stories

"Huh, should it seem as if they were killed by a serial killers? No too dark." Even though it wasn't her first kill, it felt different. The sensation that rushed through her spine when his blood splattered on her left cheek was exhilarating. The unrelated lives she took in her previous line of work never made her feel anything, no remorse, no closure, nothing. But she was now different, sort of reborn, driven by a vengeful thirst for blood. She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work.

Sierra says. “Are you guys coming with Whitney and I to the surface lessons?” “Hell yeah,” Daniel tells her. “Whitney isn't going,” I glanced over at Avery who has been quiet this entire time. “Not now Avery,” I tell him. “Look, I get it that you guys don't know me. But as I told Whitney, my husband almost screwed my best friend Candace the day of our wedding. I'm not trying to steal her away from you its just I really need to forget,”

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

she concluded and slowly turned to look at me, I cleared my throat silently and walked up to the microphone, my eyes slowly searched for Collin in the crowd, immediately my gaze fell on him, he gave me a slight nod and I got speaking. “Hello everyone, “ I began reading off of the script they already prepared for me displaying in the screen facing the podium, I paused momentarily as I read within a split second what was on the screen, Just Harper?! What’s the fun in following their script. “My name is Harper Walter, Late Chairman Damien Walter’s First daughter!” I said instead, waves of surprised gasps crossed the room, ofcourse some staff already knew but it was time for the whole word to kn

“I didn’t do anything wrong.” I exhaled sharply. “Sit down.” “Cassian—” “Harper.” One word. Calm. Deadly. She sat. I walked toward her slowly, each step controlled. I wasn’t shouting. That made it worse. “You made Eva feel unsafe in her own home,” I said quietly. “You orchestrated lies. Manipulated Lily. Encouraged someone to frame my wife.” Harper’s lips trembled. “I-I didn’t know Lily would take it that far—”

“People. Places. Fragments. Some of them matched with families who got closure. Some didn’t.” She flipped through the pages, fingers tracing faded ink. Then she stopped at one entry and tore it out gently. “This page… he mentioned three names more than once. A woman named Evelyn Hart, another called Mariam or maybe Odessa, and something else — a code or maybe a name — ‘F.R.E.Y.” My breath caught. “Frey?” She shook her head. “No — he spelled it out letter by letter. Repeatedly. Whispering, sometimes shouting.”

Evelyn’s POV The morning air was quiet, but my heart wasn’t. I barely slept through the night. My pillow was soaked with silent tears, and my eyes were sore. I had made up my mind. I would collect the divorce papers today. My lawyer had called earlier and said everything was ready. All I had to do was show up and take them. I stood in front of the mirror, brushing my hair slowly. I didn’t even recognize the woman staring back. My skin was pale. My lips were dry. The scar on my cheek… I used to hide it with

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

Her eyes, dark and venomous, locked onto Phoebe. Phoebe and the circle of wealthy socialites around her froze. The killing intent in Harper’s gaze made them all shrink back, afraid to take a single step closer. Harper straightened her back, walked past them without hesitation, and climbed onto the stage. Calmly, she picked up the microphone and declared, her voice ringing through the hall: “Sorry to keep everyone waiting.” Gasps rippled through the crowd. The timid granddaughter from the Reeves family’s third branch… actually dared to speak in public?

She turned her venomous gaze toward me, her eyes filled with the same hatred they’d had when she forced me to drink the aborticide. I didn't flinch. I just retracted my hand and gave her a thin, mocking smile. Without a word, Daphne dragged a dazed Ryan away, disappearing into the crowd of whispering socialites. My work here was done. I had just announced to all of New York that Evelyn Miller, formerly Evelyn Harrington, was back. And I was holding all the cards. As I made my way toward the exit, a swarm of reporters blocked my path. Their cameras flashed like a thunderstorm.