Evelyn Uncensored Novels & Stories

Slowly, I turned it over. A message notification appeared. Unknown sender. The preview line made my breath stop. I’m going to release this soon. A video file attached. My fingers hesitated before opening it. The screen flickered to life. A white room. Evelyn seated in a chair. In the mental facility. My heart slammed violently against my ribs. The narrative everyone believed that Evelyn has been dead is now shattered. People were showing me a lil bit of mercy because he’s not married. Now, a picture of his wife- ex wife or not- being alive is shown to the public.

Karma shook her head in disbelief. "You dumb bitch! You're a traitor, you should've told me so I won't use this shit" they laughter was enveloped by the song in the radio. Karma sniffed hard through the cold breeze of the night. "Oh the smell of the blood with ecstasy", Kieran smirked at her before disappearing into thin air. "I told that goddamn thing not to show off" she whispered to herself.

It was a message from my cousin Amiel. He sent me some screenshots of an article online. The article was written by an anonymous user but it was uploaded to different social media platforms. It was all about me. The first few paragraphs of the article were okay. It was just an introduction about me but then it says something about my previous relationship and my cancelled engagement with Xander. The caption says, 'THE FUTURE QUEEN WAS A RUNAWAY BRIDE.'

“Connie Vitale is super well-known, but not even a single photo of her child has ever surfaced.” Evelyn’s expression immediately changed, like she suddenly remembered something. “By the way, where have you been? You’ve been gone for so long.” “Period leak,” I blurted out before I could stop myself. My heart skipped a beat at how quickly the words escaped my mouth. Evelyn laughed and lightly slapped my arm. “You’re crazy! You know what? If you weren’t so good-looking, I’d seriously mistake you for a woman with how soft you talk.”

I could see the raw, desperate confession rising in her eyes, as if she had finally reached her breaking point and was ready to lay down every secret she had been hiding. "Yes," I said, my voice thick with frustration as I turned the tablet screen toward her. "Look at this garbage." Evelyn froze. She blinked once, twice, staring at the glowing screen in total confusion. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes scanned the tabloid headline, the photos, and the dramatic text written about her past with Adrian.

I obeyed, knees pressed together, hands clasped in my lap. He didn’t sit behind the desk. He sat beside me. “Tell me why you are really here, Evelyn.” I hesitated. The website had promised confidentiality, but this felt… different. “I… my marriage ended badly. He cheated. I found out things about myself I didn’t expect. Desires I am ashamed of.” His gaze sharpened. “What kind of desires?” I looked away, cheeks burning. “Dark ones. Things I shouldn’t want.” He leaned closer, voice dropping to that sweet tone.

Her plan, her power, her venom—all laid bare to the world before she had even had a chance to act. Damian’s eyes met mine, dark, unreadable, and yet… protective. His hand brushed mine, just slightly, a silent promise: “No one touches you. Not now, not ever.” The screen’s glow reflected in Eloise’s wide eyes. Her lips parted, trembling with fury and disbelief. And then, she muttered, venomless but deadly in intent: “This isn’t over, Evelyn. Not by a long shot.” The world outside buzzed with speculation. Social media erupted, news outlets fired off updates, and the name “Evelyn Hart” became a firestorm overnight.

She took a calm sip of coffee, her eyes steady, almost emotionless. Harry actually looked relieved. “I’m glad you’re really done with anything involving Lucas. That makes me feel better.” “Once I sell off all my shares in Callahan, I won’t have any ties to them at all.” “If you need anything, call me anytime.” “I will,” Evelyn said with a small smile. “When I start the process of selling the shares, I’ll need to go through a notary. When that time comes, I might bother you again.” “I’d rather you bother me more often.”

Regret? "Go on, Caleb," I said firmly. He stood there, staring at us before finally speaking. "Evelyn, he’s my uncle. Why would you do this to me?" he asked, his question catching me off guard. What was he thinking? I looked at Evelyn, who stood short of words. Her eyes darted from one side to the other. All the time Dana stood with the security behind Caleb, with her pathetic expression. "If that’s all you wish to say, we’ll be leaving now," Evelyn said with a grave expression and walked out.

I knew it for months, that I was crossing a line, that I needed to stop. But I didn’t. I kept going, kept influencing him, kept collecting his secrets about Amelia and his life, his inner thoughts, his turmoil. Hell, I had counciled him about his feelings regarding me. He laughs at me, then, a low, dark thing I hadn’t heard before. “I thought you were so pure, Evelyn,” he says, his voice thick with disgust. “Thought you were good and kind and fair, especially in comparison to someone like Amelia. But at least she didn’t try to play the innocent single mom, so holy that butter won’t melt in her mouth.”