Novel & Cerita Evelyn Miller Book

And then I saw her. Evelyn Miller. In that sleek, dark gown. Hair pinned up, smile soft, eyes sharp. She was standing alone near the back terrace, sipping something from a glass, the moonlight laying over her like silver silk. The world slowed as I watched her. Something in my chest pulled tight. I took a breath, then walked toward her. She turned when I reached her, her face lighting up like she hadn’t expected me, though I knew she had. “Pearl,” she greeted, voice soft and gracious. “You look stunning tonight.”

Evelyn Rick called on a Tuesday morning while I was drinking coffee in the kitchen. “Found her.” I set my cup down. “Where?” “Small town called Millbrook. About two hours north. She’s renting a house under her maiden name, Piers. Works part-time at a bakery on Main Street. Kid’s enrolled in the middle school there.” “You’re sure it’s her?” “Positive. I’ve got photos. Sending them now.” My phone buzzed. I opened the message and there she was. Harper, walking out of a small bakery with flour dusting her jeans. Isabella beside her, backpack slung over one shoulder, laughing at something her mother said.

Anya’s POV: Before the doctor could answer, I looked up and suddenly saw Liam and Lola. Immediately, my face darkened. “Mr. Miller and Mrs. Miller, what are you doing here?” “We are here to visit Evan.” “He is recovering very well now. There is no need for you to worry about him.” Lola sneered and said disdainfully, “Come on, there is no need to lie to us. We have already asked the doctor just now. The doctor said that the probability of Evan’s waking was very small.”

As I folded my few possessions, dread coiled in my chest, knowing that tonight, under the cover of darkness, I would make my escape from this torment. But just as I was about to leave my room, a voice, dripping with malice, called my name. "Evelyn!" I turned, my heart sinking, to see Lucy standing there. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and for a moment, I couldn't comprehend the depths of her emotions. "What do you want, Lucy?" I answered cautiously, unable to ignore the menace in her gaze. She approached me, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and insecurity. "Where was Shaun last night, Evelyn?"

Miller chuckled darkly as he found her too amusing. “No one is going to save you, tigress. It’s my area. The moment you entered the room, you sealed your fate as my men had locked the main door. And now your phone is also broken. Tsk, tsk.” Evelyn flinched hard when her back collided with the cold wall. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes finding all the doors closed. She was doomed. She watched Miller with trepidation as he crouched in front of her.

Evelyn whispered, gently placing the baby into Eleanor’s waiting arms. Eleanor’s face softened as she looked down, running a delicate hand across the soft cheeks of the tiny bundle before her. Evelyn managed a tired smile, taking a final glance at the mother and child before slipping back into the hallway. In the nursery, the second baby stirred softly, a little cry escaping her lips. Evelyn sighed, her head spinning slightly as she picked up the second baby. This was Victoria Miller, 7 pounds, 4 ounces. She took a breath and focused. Just one more delivery.

Selecting a book from the stack borrowed from the library, Evelyn opened Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day and began to read. It didn’t take long to get engrossed in the subtly delicious innuendos and risqué story of the virginal Miss Pettigrew, harmlessly swept into the louche world and taboos of her mistaken charge, Miss LaFosse. It was all too easy to draw parallels between herself and the dowdy and penurious Miss Pettigrew, leaving behind a life that was callous, cold and depressed and finding goodness in the scandalizing naughtiness of someone else. By the second chapter, she was almost in tears. She was also growing hungry and Lily still wasn’t home. Setting the book aside, Evelyn wandere

So seeing this princess, who's never lifted a finger in her life, lording over hard-working men because she thought she was above it? Everyone earned their keep here. Even her. Without another word, I left Gunner, grabbed the mop bucket from one of the cabin boys. The young sailor jumped at my sudden appearance but said nothing as I stalked over to Evelyn. The small woman had her feet up on a crate, reading eagerly, flipping through the pages as if she got to an exciting moment in the book. I would have found it cute. The way her eyes widened slightly, her breath kicking up with every turn of the page.

"Does he really think the world revolves around him?" Crossing the room, Evelyn flopped down onto the plush bed, burying her face in the soft, downy comforter. The familiar scent of lavender did little to calm her frayed nerves. Mia had been her rock, her constant companion through the darkest moments of Evelyn's life. How dare Ethan write her off as a liability, simply because of her family's wealth and influence?

I sat down and tried to focus on work. It did not work. My mind kept drifting. Freddo's smile. Evelyn's nervous expression. The possibility that I had a son. A knock came at my door. "Come in." The door opened slowly. And Evelyn walked in. My heart skipped. She looked tired. Her eyes were slightly red, like she had cried. Her hands were clasped tightly together. She looked nervous. "Evelyn," I said quietly. She nodded slightly. "Good morning." "Sit."