Evelyn Table London Novels & Stories

Where Elizabeth loved fashion and was hardworking and independent, Evelyn was just a socialite who lived off her parent’s wealth. “Here to steal August Dereon’s heart?” Evelyn sneered and threw her head back in a cackle. “Good luck with that, sweety. Rumour has it he prefers blonde, outgoing girls. So, don’t even bother.” She said and looked Elizabeth up and down with a smirk forming on her face. Elizabeth stared at her. “No, I’m not.” She starts, “I’m here getting inspiration for my new line. Looking at all these beautiful people and the architecture of Dereon Hall, I’m already brimming with ideas., not that you would understand.” She said with a sweet smile and hating the fact that Evelyn

Evelyn asked as we all piled into the limousine—her next to me, JJ and Lily across from us, Kyle in the front seat next to Marcus because of course Evelyn wouldn't want him in the back with us. "I thought we'd start with brunch at that new place on Fifth Avenue," Lily suggested. "The one that's been getting amazing reviews. Very I*******m-worthy." Evelyn's eyes lit up. "Oh, I've been dying to try that place! Perfect choice." The restaurant was exactly as advertised—trendy, upscale, filled with the kind of people who cared more about being seen than actually enjoying their food. We were seated at a prime table near the windows, where Evelyn could be viewed by passersby and take photos to docu

Then silence settled, heavy but clear. Stillness held me upright, jaw parallel to the floor, fingers resting soft in my lap under the cloth. That stitched square on my leg wasn’t much, yet somehow it braced me - fragile, still useful. At the top of the long mahogany table sat Mrs. Evelyn Sterling, ruler of her domain without ever needing proof. Silver strands pulled tight at her neck gave way to sharp eyes beneath. A navy jacket hugged her frame, crisp as morning air. That smile? It lit up just enough to keep you guessing. Coffee rose slowly in her hand while her stare settled - quiet, certain, unshaken.

After that incident, Evelyn offered to clean up the kitchen, but it seemed that the trust Landon had in her had depleted. She was guilty to have him clean the kitchen, and in the end, he politely requested to her to not enter the kitchen. He will hire a worker to cook the meals. Evelyn found that to be unnecessary. Obviously, this was just her first time, and she will improve gradually. But that stern gaze from London, leaving no space for discussion, made her unable to argue.

Chapter 42: A New Legacy Unfolds (Evelyn’s POV) The morning sun filtered through the grand windows of the Harrington estate, casting a golden glow over the dining hall. The long mahogany table, adorned with fresh flowers and an array of breakfast dishes, felt like the center of a long-awaited family reunion. Cecily, ever the little star, was perched in her high chair between Mr. Harrington and Bennett, her tiny fork clumsily spearing pieces of fruit. Every little giggle, every innocent comment she made sent waves of adoration through the room.

She continues working on her laptop. Meanwhile in Michael’s room, Daniel, his P.A is reporting the findings about Evelyn to him. “There is actually nothing much to know that you don’t already know Sir. Yes, when she was 11 years old, she was sent to London to study, it was more like sending her away so she does not interfere in her mother’s company. According to our sources, she did not do anything but study over there until her father called her back so as to probably get her married for his profits. “

~Cali~ Evan’s cabin sits in a two hectare property, hidden by profuse verdure from the busy City of New York. It can transport any onlooker from a city to a peaceful paradise, simply Evan’s taste. I’ve still to explore what hides in the forest behind the cabin. I took a mental note to ask Evan for a tour one of these days. In the absence of daylight, the bright silver crescent moon lit up the dusky sky with stars lustrous like gems, giving twilight a new vision. It’s still early for slumber. I came back at nine in the evening only to find no one in the cabin.

The dining hall of the Smith mansion glowed under the warm chandelier light, the polished surface of the table reflecting crystal glasses and silver cutlery. Lewis sat at one side, Arthur beside him, with Evelyn taking her seat across. The room carried the low hum of formality, softened only by Evelyn’s quiet smile in Lewis’s direction.

At least I didn’t smell like a distillery anymore. I stepped out, my Louboutin Oxfords clicking sharply against the floor, and that was when I saw them: Elis climbing out of his matte-black G-Wagon two spots over, and right behind him the devil herself. Evelyn. Looking dangerous in a bloody red Chanel suit with her hair twisted into that perfect chignon she wore whenever she was about to ruin someone’s life. My stomach knotted so hard I could taste bile. What the hell is she doing here?

She owed them, and yet, the cost of this new life was a heavy one. Tentatively, Evelyn rose to her feet. Her legs felt unsteady, like a newborn fawn taking its first steps. She wandered around the room, her fingers trailing over the polished wood of a vanity, the soft fabric of the curtains. She still wasn’t used to this life of luxury. Every detail of this room screamed wealth, a sharp contrast to the modest, confined space she had grown up in. Her eyes roamed, taking in every detail. That was when her gaze landed on a stunning object—a vintage gramophone, intricately designed, sitting on a small table by the window. Before she could explore it further, the sound of the door opening broke t