Evelyn Hugo Real Name Novels & Stories

"I don't care what you believe yet." I asked, my heart pounding, "What do you have to do with my mother?" Lucian crouched in front of me, close enough for me to see the silver strands in his dark hair. "Evelyn Miller was not born Evelyn Miller. Her real name was Evelyn Thorne, and she was promised to me before she met Aldric." "You're lying." "I'm not." "My mother never mentioned you." "Of course she didn't." "Why?" "Because Evelyn spent the rest of her life pretending her past could not reach her children."

Patricia greeted back. "The pleasure is all mine, Ma belle dame. "I hear that you're interested in investing on my business. Shall we discuss the terms?" Gonzalo started. "Your eyes, I feel like I've seen those eyes." But, Hugo ignored him and focused his attention on Patricia. "Do you know a woman named Violet Zaragoza?" Patricia almost choked on her own saliva when she heard her mother's name. The look on Hugo's eyes is not just a simple recognition. There is longing in his eyes.

“She’s been here for a while. Nice girl, pretty to look at—and Marvin seems to be really into her.” I was pretty sure her name was Elena. “And her background—is she clean?” For a second, Mario’s eyes got big as he covered his phone with his hand. “You’re on speaker, Hugo!” He spoke awkwardly. There was a short moment of silence. “She’s a clean and well-mannered woman.” At that moment, I knew that my suspicions were correct. Elena hid her identity from the Castillo’s, not surprising considering their monstrous history. At least she wasn’t foolish and had enough strength to think with her last remaining brain cell.

She also prepared the food on the table. Patrick went into the kitchen to get some water. He hurriedly approached it, pretending to ask what Patrick needed just to get noticed. "Excuse me, sir, what do you need?" "Oh! Is there cold water? Are you their maid, Loid?" "Yes, sir," she paid full attention to Patrick. "Oh! Ok, thanks, I'll take it." "By the way, sir, I am Evelyn Buenaventura." He introduced Patrick. “Buenaventura?” he asked.

“I buried you. I saw the reports, the photos—” “They weren’t me,” Evelyn said softly. “That night, I ran. Someone wanted me dead, Damian. And they made it look like they succeeded.” “Who?” Damian demanded, his tone sharpening with a familiar edge of control. Evelyn hesitated. “I can’t say. Not here.” Elena’s voice, calm but firm, broke the silence. “Then where?” Evelyn turned to her, really looking at her for the first time. Her gaze lingered, unreadable. “You must be Elena Harper,” she said quietly. “Your name’s everywhere. The new Mrs. Cross.”

Sean gasps. On the birth certificate is her real name. Evelyn Regina Corda’Valle. So she went by her middle name at Legion. Sean says that he remembers Evelyn. He says that she was there when they finished 6th or 7th grade but didn’t come back the following year. That correlates to her starting at Legion. All the records for both schools are legit, but something tells me to hide the truth that Regina forged all the signatures and shit to get into Legion. I know for a fact that they would not have let anyone from that family in. I do remember hearing about that family. There were numerous rumours that most of the family was in the mob and all the illegal shit that goes with that. It

Then he had told them that if he had an opening, he would call. Hugo had forgotten about the two until Carter had called Lana a few days ago. He had remembered the kids, and he still had their digits. All he needed them to do was follow her for a few days to see what she was up to. And they had called him and told him the last thing he wanted to hear. They asked him was he sure about her name being Layla Miles because she had called herself Lana Murphy. Hugo had told them that he would get them some money for their trouble and to see if they could keep following her. They had demanded the money first. The first one was a freebie to show him that they were legit. He didn’t blame them. They ha

Evelyn held the phone to her ear and cried. "Evelyn, why are you here? Didn't I pay off all your school fees? Why did you come back?" Hugo bellowed. He had always cherished and pampered her since she was little. So, seeing him in such a state, Evelyn was devastated. Hugo was a fatherlike figure for her. He had always treated her like she was his own daughter. "Uncle Hugo, don't worry. I promise to find a way to clear your name. I'll get you out of here soon," Evelyn said with a firm resolution.

he asked. Eva stood still, staring at her Italian in front of him. "Yes, I am Evangelina Anderson and I am the millionaire's ugly secretary." The end.

“If we confirm that the man is not Miles, that should be enough. They’ll want to know who it is instead, but we’ll say the man values his privacy and doesn’t want to be caught up in this matter.” “Okay.” Hugo stands and returns to his desk. Immediately he starts typing at his computer. He types quickly, his fingers flying over the keyboard. With his intense focus on the screen, he truly seems to be in his element. It’s amazing to watch. In record time, he comes up with copy that is short but efficient. It’s a simple denial, but the language keeps it from being a total lie. It says I am not in a sexual relationship with Miles, though purposefully omits using past language. The statement ends