Evelyn Payne Novels & Stories

I am the wife of Anthony Caster, don of the mafia family in New York. When I was nine months pregnant, he brought a woman named Evelyn Graves into the manor, claiming she’d saved his life. That was the day my nightmare began. She put something in my food. Next thing I knew, I was doubled over in pain. And she had the nerve to blame it on me—said I was being reckless with what I ate. She lost her footing and fell down the stairs, but she told everyone I was the one who shoved her. Every day, she’d cry in front of Anthony about how saving him had left her wounded and unable to bear children, how seeing a pregnant woman broke her heart. But the moment she turned to me, the tears were gone, replaced by a cold smile. “As long as I’m here,” she whispered, “your babies will never be born.” Anthony was convinced I was jealous of her. He locked me away in the abandoned attic of the manor and said, “Reflect on your actions and stop bullying Evelyn.” On the first day they shut me in, the contractions began. I screamed, I begged, I banged on the door. The butler heard me and went to inform Anthony. He said, “Amelia, your due date is three days away. Stop putting on an act. Three days in a snowstorm and you came out fine. This? You can handle this.” On the second day, my water broke. I screamed at the top of my lungs, my fingernails digging into the cracks of the wall, blood spilling all over the floor. The butler went to Anthony again. Evelyn said, “Anthony, she’s making all that noise because she wants you to feel sorry for her and let her out. If you give in now, she’ll only grow more reckless later.” He believed her. On the third day, I stopped screaming. Anthony thought I had finally learned my lesson, unaware that I had already died from the difficult labor. When he finally opened that door, all he would find was my rotting, putrid body.

"Eve, what exactly are you up to." Ethan held her chin, staring into her eyes. "Have you developed a new way to achieve your divorce goal?" "Who said I wanted a divorce?" Eve flashed him her sweetest smile. "You're my darling husband, and my only goal is to make you happy." Ethan looked as if he was about to have a heart attack. The driver lost control and the car almost slammed into the gates. *** In her past life, Evelyn was doted on and admired by her husband, Ethan Anderson. But her foul temper and her desire to be with another man made her destroy her marriage. After that, she fell into a great misery when she discovered that her closest friends were her biggest enemies. It was too late, and she had to carry the regret to her grave. When she gets a second chance in life, Will she have the opportunity to redeem herself?

At three months pregnant, I was diagnosed with an ectopic pregnancy. My husband, a doctor, was overwhelmed with worry, pulling every string he could to arrange surgery and remove the baby. "As long as you're okay, it doesn’t matter if we don’t have our own child. We can always adopt. I can't lose you, Evelyn!" Heartbroken, I blamed myself for being useless, for failing to carry our child, and for disappointing my husband. But then, I accidentally saw his chat messages with another woman on the phone. "Don’t worry, I already told her she had an ectopic pregnancy." "I’ll have her sign the adoption papers soon, then find a way to bring you into our home." "Asher is my only son. I will make sure he inherits everything I have!" That was when I realized that the husband I loved so deeply had long since built another family behind my back.

"I love you, Evelyn..." "Don't you dare tell me that. Your mom fucking killed my parents. Even if she didn't want us together, why the hell did she have to kill my parents?" Tears drips down her cheeks as she stares at him with resentment. This is the same man she used to love with everything in her, the man that used to be the source of her happiness, but now all she feels for him is hatred. "I won't spare you or your mom, Jayden. Your family will pay for this pain you have caused me!" She screams as she falls to her knees and cries her eyes out. Evelyn's relationship with her boss was the craziest that ever existed, but they never knew that they'd eventually fall in love with each other, until the feelings set in and they couldn't control it. However, things went bad as the biggest obstacle in their relationship surfaces, and lives had to be sacrificed. Will this relationship last forever?

I was with a fishmonger for seven years. Every night, he pinned me beneath him, reckless and wild. Until one day, he took off his bloodstained apron and came clean–he was getting engaged to Sophia, the Bilotti heiress. Only then did I learn that he was the Don of the Colleo family. “Hahaha! You fooled around with Ms. Mancini for seven years, only to take another delicate young lady’s hand in marriage. Surely, she’s going to come at you.” “Don Colleo, you should keep things sweet with her.” His men’s laughter echoed in my ears. “What’s the rush? I’ve broken her well enough these past seven years. If you don’t mind, you can have her for a couple of days. Evelyn… flexible.” On the day of Vincent’s engagement party, I handed the evidence of his crimes to the police. As the sirens ripped open the city night, someone called out my name. I smiled and leaped from the eighteenth floor.

Fate is such a strange thing. Fickle and sometimes cruel. Evelyn was just a crippled vampyre princess who lived in her sister's shadow for as long as she could remember. Whose her existence was on the cusp of being forgotten. All of a sudden, she's going to get married to the Alpha of a werewolf pack as her sister's replacement. For the treaty. Nothing could be worse than being treated like an invalid right? Wrong! It was being cruelly rejected by your destined soulmate. Israel knew the dyty of sn Alpha comes with many responsibility and sacrifices. So when he had to marry a vampyre princess, he was prepared. Or so he thought. He had lost his connection to his wolf and he was incomplete. So incomplete that he couldn't see when his fated mate was right in front of his nose. And then there was issue of those trying to kill every member of his family. It's insane. It's terrifying. It's fun and it's life, said Evelyn.

Everyone in Salt City knew that Michael, the city’s richest man, doted on his wife as if his life depended on it. As his wife, I was once the object of everyone’s envy. But when Rachel appeared, I realized for the first time that even the one who loved you the most did not have their heart set in stone. Afraid I would find out, he hid Rachel in a villa on the outskirts of Salt City and spoiled her beyond imagination, all in a place I could not see. Yet every time he was intimate with her, Michael would still warn her coldly, “If you ever let Evelyn find out about this, your good days will be over.” But she was never obedient. Relying on Michael’s favor, she surreptitiously flaunted herself before me every day. Her presence constantly reminded me that Michael was no longer the man who only had me in his heart. So, I chose to respect his decision and vanish from his sight.

The most reckless thing I had ever done was turn my back on the Moretti name and leave St. Clair Harbor with Lucian DeLuca when the Commission pushed his family out and he had nothing left. For three years, we lived in a drafty Brooklyn loft and ducked black Chevrolets on winter nights. Then Lucian fought his way back to the East Coast table. Everyone started calling him Mr. DeLuca again,and I became Mrs. DeLuca, the woman he swore he would always protect. Then Clara Voss appeared. She had once saved his life as a night nurse at an underground clinic, and Lucian never forgot it. He bought her a clinic, protected her family, and let her step, inch by inch, into the middle of our marriage. He said he still loved me, but he also said I was spoiled, jealous, and needed to learn my place. So I did. I signed the divorce papers and left New York behind. Mrs. DeLuca was dead. Evelyn Moretti had come back.

Evelyn Carter swore she would make Alexander Kane pay. The ruthless billionaire destroyed her father’s company, shattered her family’s life, and left her with nothing but hatred burning in her chest. So when the chance came to marry him, she didn’t hesitate. As Mrs. Kane, she’d be close enough to take everything from him including his company, his reputation, and maybe even his cold, unfeeling heart. But Alexander Kane isn’t the man she expected. He’s darker, sharper, and far more dangerous. He claims to know her every secret, every move, and makes it clear that in his world, she’s the one playing with fire. Every stolen glance sets her heart racing. Every heated argument leaves her breathless. And every time he touches her, the line between love and hate blurs until she can no longer tell which one will destroy her first. He’s her enemy. He might be her obsession. And if she isn’t careful, he’ll become her downfall.

"You have the hands of a goddess," he rasped, his blood staining my operating table. Even with three bullets in his chest, his grey eyes held nothing but command. He was Damian Volkov, the Bratva's heir, and I was the off-the-grid surgeon who just saved his life. "And you have a bill to pay," I told him, tying the final suture. His laugh was a dark, dangerous sound. "Oh, Doctor. I don't deal in cash." His hand closed around my wrist, not with force, but with the chilling certainty of ownership. "You belong to me now." He dragged me from the shadows of my clinic to his gilded cage high above the Vegas Strip. He thinks he's claimed a simple doctor. He has no idea I'm Evelyn Reed, daughter of a murdered senator, hiding secrets that could burn his entire world to the ground. He wants my submission. My skills. My body. But in this game of secrets and seduction, the most dangerous weapon isn't the gun in his hand. It's the scalpel in mine.