Evelyn Miller Of Novels & Stories

I got a headache an hour later still with so many questions racing through my head. Thinking of such things wasn't going to help and I sat up straight on my bed. I picked up my laptop and googled the company Miller Inc. I froze immediately when the company's building came into view. Along with the achievements about the company in just a year and a half. And, looking down, I saw his photo. My breath hitched and raced up. The C.E.O of Miller Inc. Jack Miller.

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.

“Hi, Mr. Atherton. It must be inconvenient for you to take care of such a little kid. You can leave him to me. After all, I’m his stepmother.” She said as she reached out her hand to touch Miles’ head. However, Miles pushed away her hand and widened his eyes in anger. “Ugly woman, stay away from me.” Evelyn had been praised for being beautiful since she was a little kid. It was the first time that someone said that she was ugly. “You’re underbred indeed. No wonder you’re the bitch, Catelyn’s son!” “Ms. Swan, watch your mouth.” Edwin carried Miles up, didn’t bother to glance at Evelyn, and left.

Evelyn watched the exit signs pass and tried to imagine the woman in the photograph living under a different name, serving coffee in a diner, checking over her shoulder for ghosts that had never stopped hunting her. Millfield was exactly as small as Thomas had implied. One main street. A post office. A hardware store. The diner sat on the corner with a faded sign and a handful of trucks parked outside. Damian placed a hand on her knee before she opened the door. “Whatever happens in there, I’m right beside you.” She nodded once and stepped out. The diner smelled of coffee and fried potatoes. A bell above the door announced them. A waitress in her fifties looked up from the counter, offered a

Eve stood frozen in the dimly lit hallway, her pulse so loud in her own ears she was certain Lila could hear it too. The name hung between them like something with an edge. Evelyn Harlow. Spoken aloud, in this house built on someone else's memory, it landed like ice poured straight down her spine.

“Perhaps I had someone watching her for her own protection.” “Don’t.” “Don’t what, Declan?” “Don’t lie to me in this room one more time.” My voice came out harder than I intended, years of restraint finally cracking under the weight of everything I’d learned in the past month. “I know about the loan. I know about the containment clause. I know Evelyn Ward’s death was staged and buried, and I know you’ve spent twenty-five years making sure nobody ever asked the questions Milly is asking right now.”

he said. "Okay. I am Evelyn Millers and the only child of my deceased parents." "I know that," he said, shutting her up as he looked at her. She felt a tingle in between her legs as she held his gaze. "Go on," he urged. "I have soft black hair, a slender body and a beautiful face." He raised his brows at her. "Do you know that too?" She asked, smirking as she fiddled with her hair. "No," he said, making her face twitch.

I say a little louder, tapping her arm. The man turns around first, and my jaw drops when I see it's Ken. Ken, Connor's friend and the VP of Everest. "You—" "You—" We say at the same time. "Oh, Evelyn!" Mira says when she sees me. "I was looking for you, and then I met this gentleman." Ken looks at Mira and then at me. "You know her?" Mira speaks up before I can. "Do I know Evelyn? She's only like my best friend and the best cyber "thingy" specialist in the entire world. What, do you know her?"

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.”

Nate might be out of the picture, but now Evan will fight his own battle, and I promise to be with him all the way. ~~ We are back in New York the same day after the FBI took Nate into custody. Evan is a witness in this case, and so is Olivia. They will cooperate with the investigation, that’s why they weren’t taken in like Nate. I can’t even imagine what Olivia went through to agree with this, to incriminate her own flesh and blood. “What do you want for dinner?” I asked Evan as we stepped inside the penthouse. “Anything. You know I love your cooking,” he replied, dropping our bags in the living room.