Evelyn Todd Novels & Stories

I hired a specialist to find photos of this woman, but none came to the surface. Despite her claim to fame as one of the top designers of the world, she never made public appearances. “Evelyn”, as she was called, was well-guarded and not even my best men could find a glimpse of her. It only served to make me more skeptical. So, I sent one of my subordinates to discuss potential business dealings between the Anderson Corporation and Lambert Enterprises. “There’s just one stipulation before I agree to anything,” I told him just before he left. “What’s that, Mr. Anderson?” he asked nervously, noting the seriousness on my face.

Today, she sat in the center, facing the main dining room, with an untouched order beside her right hand. Across the table sat Lady Beatrice Sterling, the formidable dowager of Manhattan’s oldest real estate trust, and Lady Cassandra Vanderbilt, a woman with social endorsement. They were the gatekeepers of the old guard—the very women who had spent the previous twelve hours orchestrating a whisper campaign to exile Evelyn for her ‘unprecedented lapse in morality socially.’ Evelyn had invited them herself. “The wild salmon is exceptional today, Evelyn,” Beatrice murmured, her silver fork hovering over her plate with surgical precision. Her sharp, pale eyes tracked the flawless diamond band on

She nodded once, like that settled it, and went back to steaming milk. At 11:58, the door opened. Evelyn stepped in, shaking rain from her hair. Dark jeans, oversized sweater slipping off one shoulder, canvas tote slung across her body. No makeup, or barely any. She looked like she’d been painting—faint gold streak on one wrist, speck of indigo on her thumb. She spotted him immediately. Hesitated for half a second, then walked over. “Hi,” she said, sliding into the chair opposite.

Down the hallway, Evelyn’s room remained quiet in sharp contrast to Marjorie’s chaos. She stood calmly in front of her wardrobe, selecting an outfit with slow, deliberate movements. Unlike her mother, she felt no urgency. Every gesture was controlled. Eventually, she chose a soft white dress that looked simple yet refined, the perfect combination to project innocence and grace. Studying her reflection carefully, she adjusted her hair and applied light makeup that enhanced her delicate features without appearing obvious. Today she wasn’t simply visiting a hospital. She was meeting Lucian Hale. The man whose name dominated the business world. The man who now belonged to Elara.

I hold my water bottle up and shake my head, “I’m good. Thanks for asking.” “Great. It’s been a while since we last saw each other. How have you been?” Eva asks as she picks the overstuffed comfy chair in her office. She tucks her legs under her and picks up the notepad and pencil on the side table. I don’t know many people who still use a pencil over a pen these days, but that’s Eva.

His eyes scanned the headlines absently until one caught his attention: "Daughter Takes Over Father’s Legacy: Evelyn Carter Named CEO of StarLink." His coffee cup froze halfway to his lips as he stared at the article. There, right below the headline, was a picture of Evelyn. She looked poised, confident, and radiant in a tailored suit, her hair swept back in a sleek updo. The caption beneath the photo read: Evelyn Carter, daughter of the late Robert Carter, steps into her father’s shoes as the new CEO of StarLink.

Her ginger hair seemed out of place for her green eyes. Evelyn Torres. The Obnoxiously flirty, but only when it benefitted her. If Ellie was a queen, Evelyn was her self-appointed lady-in-waiting, always hyping her up. She was the shortest in the group and her lips were plump. Probably from talking too much.

Mercy said finally. Her voice was steady. But there was confusion beneath it. “Yes,” Evelyn replied. Mercy let out a quiet breath. “I think you should explain that,” she said. Evelyn nodded. “That is why I am here.” Evelyn rose slowly from her seat. Her movements were calm and deliberate. She walked toward a leather folder that had been placed neatly on the table earlier. She picked it up and returned to where Mercy stood. She didn't rush Mercy. She did not pressure her. Instead, she spoke with quiet care. “My name is Evelyn Margaret Townsend,” she began. “I am the matriarch of the Townsend family.”

“ Wow. ” “ Wanna know who chose the dress? ” Miranda didn't need someone to tell her who did. “ Jose. ” “ Yeah. ” Evelyn nodded in agreement. “ Who designed the dress? ” “ It's good that you are asking now. It was designed by Mary Evans. ” Evelyn replied confidently. “ Wait, isn't that the little sister of Aiden Evans? ” Miranda was stunned by her answer. How could this iconic dress be designed by a young twenty one year old girl? How?

Mrs Trent said and she dismissed her assistant. Mrs Ella Trent was the Managing Director of a Shoe Company in City F. It was one of the well known shoe companies in City F. Mrs Ella Trent was meant to give Eva a job in that same company but instead, asked Sir Chen to offer Eva a job in ESCORP as part of her big revenge plan. ~~~~~~~