Romans & histoires Evelyn Harper

And then they would…. “Damn!” I hissed out loudly. “Master?” Harold called. “What!” I threw him a look. “Are you okay? Your attention seems to be somewhere else. I'm trying to brief you on the situation of the West Valley City plot of land.” I raised a brow. “What happened to it?” Harold closed his eyes and opened them again. “Maybe we should switch topics. I heard Evelyn went out for a dinner date.” I sat upright. “How did you know?” As far as I'm concerned, Harold wasn’t there when she announced she would be going out. The only person there was her son's nanny, and I don't think she and Harold know each other that much.

“Adriel got into an accident and I was there with him. Maya sent me the message right there in his ward and I had to excuse myself.” “But there is nothing much to worry about now, dear. Adriel is fine and the situation is under control." “Why? Have you been able to handle the situation with Maya?” “I was at my dead end and I could not have been able to do anything without the help of Harper. She helped me and now everything is partially under control.” “Who is Harper?” Evelyn raised a brow, confused on who she was talking about. She had never heard of this Harper before. “She is Adriel’s friend and…”

Harper’s main asset was her physical charm, and without that leverage, she began to panic. She vented all her frustrations on Seraphina Arden. Over the past year or two of marriage to Leon Everhart, this man’s private life had been extraordinarily clean. Aside from Seraphina Arden, there hadn’t been any other women by his side. Harper couldn’t help but wonder if Seraphina Arden had been secretly satisfying Leon Everhart elsewhere. Harper heard from her brother that Leon Everhart never brought women out for entertainment during drinking sessions.

Ciara scoffed, and Evelyn began massaging her temples with her eyes closed. Reaching for her bag, she tossed a file atop Ciara's lap. “Please, can you not ruin my morning any more than this?” Arching her brow, Ciara eyed Evelyn suspiciously. “What's this?” She asked, but Evelyn only gestured for her to open it. Immediately, she threw the pages open, perusing it. “Mr. Harper wanted me to hand it over since you weren't coming in today b— “He approved it!” Ciara squealed, throwing herself around Evelyn in a tight hug.

Although, I had expected them to find out about Adrian sooner or later, but I couldn’t help but enjoy the moment. Harper, still clutching my arm, stirred at the sound of their voices. She slowly pulled herself up, turning her head toward them, her small face peeking out from behind. The instant she locked eyes with Evelyn, she hid her face again, clinging into me as if the presence of these two women was too much for her. And in a way, it was.

“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.

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.

Harper interrupted. Richard froze. "What?" "I don't want the money. I don't want the shares. And I don't want to change my name." Harper walked over to him. "I am Harper Evans. That is the name on my diploma. That is the name Sebastian fell in love with."

If you’ve found this… I’m already gone. Charlotte’s stomach tightened. The handwriting was elegant. Precise. Almost painfully familiar. James slowly turned the page. The next contained a date. Nearly twenty-eight years earlier. Beneath it… The journal finally began. ⸻ My name is Evelyn Harper. If you are reading this, then my greatest fear has become reality. Someone has found the key. Charlotte frowned. “Evelyn…” James looked toward her. “You know the name?” She slowly shook her head. “No.”

She felt entirely out of place among the leather armchairs and the soft classical music playing from hidden speakers. “Miss Harper?” a voice called out from the elevator bay. Evelyn Vance hurried forward. She was a slender woman in her late fifties, her elegant beige Chanel suit contrasting sharply with her red, swollen eyes. She reached out, grasping Lillian’s hands with an intensity that made Lillian startle slightly. “Thank you for coming,” Evelyn breathed, leading her toward the private elevator. “Arthur is furious that I called you. He says the Brooks family is trying to destroy our son’s credibility, but I don't care about the board votes. I just want my boy to stop shaking.”