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Sunday, Miller mansion:- The Sunday mornings in the Miller mansion had always been a brightening affair as Mr. and Mrs. Miller invited their extended family for lunch. Each Sunday is all about family meet and greet, lip-smacking lunch personally prepared by Mrs. Miller, and great laughter. However, this time it was a bit different. They did not hold a family lunch, as Mrs. Miller was not well. Moreover, today Mr. Miller was also in a sad mood as he was stressed for Evelyn. The girl had come early today and had been crying since morning. She narrated the incident from last evening, making Mr. Miller feel bad for her. As Viaan asked her to stop all her approaches this instant, which she hid sk

"Greetings, Healer. This is Evelyn Lawson. Do you have a patient named Ruth Miller in your wards awaiting a liver graft? Yes, that is the one. As we discussed, your rise to Head Healer is within my influence. I find myself in a difficult position, and I require a favor." Moments later, Evelyn hung up, a cold light in her eyes as she sipped a dark tea. Her blood-red nails caught the light of the chandeliers. "Mother, why the smirk?" Madison descended toward her, her curiosity piqued. A thin, cruel smile touched Evelyn’s lips. "Good tidings, daughter. I have connections within the Bayview ward. I have ensured the liver meant for the Miller woman has been diverted to a more... deserving soul. L

“You help him keep women locked up. You think that makes you better?” Evelyn didn’t flinch. “I survive. That’s the difference.” “For what?” Amira whispered. “Money? Power?” “No,” Evelyn said. “Because once upon a time, I was you. I was pregnant. I tried to run. And I lost everything.” That silenced the room. Amira’s voice was barely a whisper. “Your baby?” Evelyn nodded once. “Gone before it could scream.” Amira stared. “You stayed after that?”

the girl requested and Mila nodded. "Eleanor and Park is a really good book, and also Just Friends is a great one," Mila told the girl as she handed her the books. The girl examined the books, then thanked Mila and went to pay. Mila returned to the table and she found somebody reading what she was writing. She walked quickly and took the notebook from his hands, closing it. Annoyance was crystal clear on her face.

Eve replied softly, “but I just found out ten minutes ago that I was to take over Mae’s book. I can assure you that from now on I will be on time for all of your appointments.” “Well,” I replied, “I guess it’s not your fault. Shall we go upstairs?” “That’s a good idea!” Evelyn answered quickly. “Lead the way!” I led her up the stairs and into my bathroom. “My, what a lovely bathroom,” the nineteen-year-old offered while taking off her coat. “Thanks,” I answered while watching the young woman undress. “You have a very lovely body,” I said softly when Evelyn got down to her bra and matching panties. “I guess I’m not quite as busty as Mae,” she replied while doing a slow pirouette. “But I think

"You’re unwell, Evelyn. You should be resting, not wandering the city." "I’m more afraid of the 'sickness' inside this house than anything outside of it," Evelyn replied, heading straight for her room. As she set her bag down, her eyes immediately locked onto the book on her nightstand. She was a woman of survivalist habits—the tassel on her bookmark had been perfectly straight this morning. Now, it was tangled. Someone had been in her room.

Evelyn first met him on a day that smelled like rain. The sky above the university campus was dark and restless, heavy clouds gathering like they were preparing for a storm. Students hurried across the courtyard, clutching their bags and notebooks, trying to reach shelter before the rain began. But Evelyn wasn’t in a hurry. She sat alone on a stone bench beneath the old mango tree near the faculty building, a thick economics textbook open on her lap. She wasn’t really reading it. She was staring at the sky.

she exclaimed, frustrated at their situation right now. "Is there someone inside?" they glanced at each other upon hearing the voice. There's a dead person at the hall. Karma has a burn on her face. They were left inside the crime scene. In short, they're in trouble. "We have to get out of here right now" searching around the room for an escape, Kieran pulled Karma towards the window. "Go help yourself!" he said and motioned her to climb up the window. Karma rolled her eyes before doing so.

Black Estates, America Evelyn had locked herself in a random cabin and was pacing back and forth like a mad woman. She wasn't asleep, she was just pretending. Dylan got a call from Mr. Swift and he immediately left. Taking the chance, Evelyn ran out of his cabin not caring about the weird glances which she was receiving by the people who were present in the hallway. She went inside a random room and locked herself inside it.

The thought of never being able to see Havyn again felt like she had taken a knife to the heart. That kind of pain was just like when her baby left her. She couldn't understand why she cared so much about Havyn. Just as her nervous hands clenched into fists, she heard Nathan's calm, deep voice next to her ear. "Don't be afraid. I won't let you die." Once again, his tone inexplicably reminded her of Warren. She glanced at Nathan with some surprise, but he was intently examining the control panel. Evelyn gathered all her courage and walked toward the elderly person sitting by the table. She softly called out, "Mr. Miller Senior."