Evelyn Todd Novels & Stories

Evelyn didn't sleep. She spent the remaining hours of the night packing a single canvas backpack with essentials: two changes of clothes, all the cash she had saved over the last three years, and her medical prenatal vitamins. By 4:00 AM, the estate was completely silent. The heavy smell of alcohol and stale pheromones still lingered in the air from the ballroom, but the guests had finally retired to their quarters. Evelyn slipped out of the servants' wing, keeping her footsteps entirely silent as she bypassed the main courtyard.

It wasn't romance. Not yet. It was something far more important. Trust. That evening, a black sedan arrived outside the Grand Geneva Hotel. The driver stepped out and opened the rear door. "Good evening, Mr. Laurent." A second car pulled up only moments later. Evelyn stepped onto the hotel entrance in a navy evening dress beneath a light cream coat. She stopped when she noticed Adrian waiting nearby. "Good evening." He smiled politely. "Good evening." There was no awkwardness this time.

Richard said. "Our chief legal counsel." The woman smiled kindly. "It's wonderful to see you again." Evelyn looked helplessly between them. "Everyone keeps saying that." Eleanor handed her an old employee identification badge. The photo showed Evelyn. Slightly younger. The badge read: EVELYN HART Co-Founder Black Horizon Holdings Issue Date: Seven Years Ago. Her hands trembled. "This..." She looked at the date again. "It's real." Eleanor nodded. "You used it every day."

Why can’t he pay them to cure Mom? I learned to read novels to Mom back then until she fell asleep. She loves Thomas Hardy, just like Dad. I distanced myself from everything that would remind me of her suffering. This annoying confinement that smelled of alcohol. They tried to hide the irking scent with artificial fragrance from bleach and soap, but it did nothing to my senses. Even from Hardy’s books, I kept a respectful distance because every word, every hard cover, reminds me of her. “Can you direct me where Evan Carter is?” I breathed out at the receptionist. She has a landline trapped on her shoulders and right cheeks. Fingers keep punching on the keyboard.

Amber shouted but Evelyn already zoomed off. Evelyn Browns is a high ranking model and she was well known in her country, America and internationally. She is not famous because she is the only daughter of the Brown family, the second richest family in America but because of her cheerful and gentle nature. "I just wish his betrothed is handsome and popular gosh!..I can't wait to snap with him and post it on my social media handles" She shouted but covered her mouth quickly. "She said not to tell anyone!" She mutters, biting her lower lips.

They said they didn’t take anything or put it on top so it was impossible for them. I opened it and a lot of paper came out to me again. I immediately remembered the necklace with the M pendant. I hid it in my bag and I wasn’t wearing it anymore because I forgot so I took it immediately. I looked again. I shook it and put it around my neck. I started looking at the papers. Maybe my Mom or Dad has a letter here. Or maybe there are important documents here. ‘Certificate of Deposit’? I frowned at what I had read. Depositors name: Mary Madison Evans.

She said that with a judging tone. Wasn’t she just toxic? Jackson sighed, “Yes, I’d be back”. What more could he say? He scrutinized Timothy one last time, “Don’t start with your tales of telling them to leave”. “I’d leave if I don’t find you back by tomorrow” Evelyn stated, “I don’t need anyone’s idea. I know what’s best for me and my family”. She went back into her cavern. “Evelyn is pretty haughty, isn’t she? She ran off her first wedding. And insulted the future mother in law of Lydia. She’s that way” Timothy huffed.

She was tall and elegant, with striking red hair and a sharp gaze that hinted at both intelligence and danger. “I don’t believe we’ve been introduced,” the woman said, her voice smooth as silk. “I’m Evelyn Kade.” “Sophia Grayson,” Sofia replied, extending her hand. “This is my husband, James.” Evelyn shook their hands with a polite smile, though her eyes remained watchful. “It’s not often we see new faces in a gathering like this. You must be exceptional to have earned Blackwell’s invitation.” “We like to think so,” Aaron said with a faint smirk. “But it’s still early in the game.”