Novelas y relatos de Evelyn Todd

Technically, Eileen Russel was only six years old, the same age as Evely, when Francis divorced Vivienne. She was supposed to be another innocent person who was affected by her parents’ doings. However, Evie knew clearly that the six-year-old Eileen was nowhere as innocent as she was supposed to be.

“She’s taking a nap. I made sure she finished all the chicken soup I made for her. I wanted her to take some medicines but she refused; She’s scared of taking any pill because of the baby. But I’m sure she will be okay when she wakes up.” “Thanks, mom. You’re a lifesaver.” “You’re welcome. Just hurry up and get your ass here. You know I have to get home early to go take care of my husband.” “No problem mom. I’ll be there soon.” Evelyn made herself comfortable on the Sofa, brought out some sketches out of her bag which was pending her approval. Evelyn was the one in charge of her family’s fashion house. The fashion empire was built by her grandmother and passed to her mother, then Eva; her el

Eoin walked across the room behind me and started to clear up the beer bottles on the living room coffee table. "Well it's not fine now."I sighed."We need to get to Chicago to fix this."I was looking around his apartment when I noticed a pair of woman's high heels on the floor by the sofa. Obviously I've interrupted something. I wonder who he was with?? He's never on to talk about his sex life. "Both of us.. Okay! When do we leave?"He asked. I looked down at my designer watch."56 minutes, so if I were you I'd get a move on. I'll come back and pick you up in thirty."

He looked meaningfully at Brad then Doris, then Brad again. "Oh, shut up!" Brad mumbled. Jason lifted a shoulder. "I didn't even breathe," Jason replied with a chuckle. Now, it was Doris' turn to laugh. "Hey, Jason! We haven't officially met, have we?" She stretched out her hand. "Doris Evans." Evelyn's supermodel friend, Doris, the style guru/social media influencer was as much a force of nature as Evelyn though in a different package. Evelyn was charming and extremely beautiful but didn't understand how beautiful she was. Doris, on the other hand, had explosive looks and knew how to use them. Her platinum-blonde hair and long legs drew men in throngs.

After ten minutes, I change into a warmer dress and leave. The garage door opens after I scan my fingerprint on the keypad. I can’t remember how many cars were here before, but I’m sure there are a few more now. No one knows luxury better than my parents afterall. I take the most subtle one I can find and drive out, deciding I’m in the mood for a fancy dinner.

The penthouse atop the Blackwood Tower was a monument to glass, steel, and a chilling lack of warmth. To the owners, Evelyn and her husband Elias, the space was a reflection of their status. To Elena, the woman who polished the silver and ironed the Egyptian cotton, it was a stage.

The second wife of Richard Caldwell. She sat tall, her posture stiff as marble, her salt-and-pepper hair pulled into a flawless bun. She wore pearls, crimson lipstick, and a scowl as sharp as her diamond encrusted earrings. “This is the girl?” Evelyn asked, her tone dripping with disdain as she looked me up and down like I was dirt on her very designer shoe. Dean nodded once. “Hmm,” Evelyn said, unimpressed. “You look barely competent. I have no idea why you were recommended. I suppose it doesn’t matter. You’re here now.”

When Aurora arrived at the TV station, Evelyn sat in the makeup room, bored out of her mind and scrolling through her phone. She didn't look worried at all. Seeing Aurora soaked from the rain, Evelyn grinned and said, "Well, well, if it isn't the heiress of the Pendletons. What's got you running errands?" Evelyn's assistant chimed in, sucking up as usual, "Heiress of the Pendletons? There's only you, the eldest, and the youngest, Sophia. This one doesn't look like a rich young lady at all."

Naturally, the girls who were hovering around her were fellow heiresses who were keen to get in her good graces and build a connection with Nolan Enterprise. Lynette Zorn—a good friend of Evelyn's—studied her from head to toe and clicked her tongue, impressed. "Oh, you've slimmed down again in just a few days, Evelyn. Your waist is just so slender! How did you do that?"

Lucille lowered her voice and said, "Okay. Got it." Meanwhile, Evelyn was about to go to the main wing. As soon as she reached the entrance, Alfred stopped her. "Mrs. Vonridge, Mr. President is entertaining an important guest." Evelyn knew exactly what he meant. In the past, he would always stop her whenever she came. "Alfred, I know an important guest came to visit Alexander, so I purposely had someone to prepare supper. Here it is." Evelyn smiled gently while maintaining her elegance and politeness. She was the daughter of the Sterling family and was raised to be a socialite since childhood. She was the most famous socialite in Arcania. After marrying into the presidential palace, she'd ev