Evie From Descendants Mom Novels & Stories

Allegra was sitting on the couch, waiting for her mother to recover from what had happened at the Castello mansion. When Evangeline feels comfortable, she leaves the kitchen and goes to her daughter. Before sitting down, she asks only one question: "How did you know?” “It started when I learned about genetics in school. There’s no way your green eyes, with Dad’s brown eyes, make my blues.” Evie smiles from the side. Although she is terrified that Allegra discovered it and went after the truth alone, she rejoiced at the cunning of the girl.

His mom bellowed. "Who's this lady?" Evie asked staring at his mom. "Oh, the daughter. How sure are you that she's her mother or you're even the father? Girls like her would do or say anything these days." "That's enough mom." I know Kel was trying his best not to shout right now. "I've not even started." She looked at me icily and Evie kept on asking who she was and why she doesn't like me. "Tess, please take Evie out of here," Kel said staring at his mom angrily.

************************************************* The next day approached with no delay. Evie had a smile on her face. She was waiting for the carriage that would take her to the Moon-Blood Clan. "Are you that happy?" Her mother asked, sauntering into the room. "Of course, Mother. Didn't you hear what Father said?" She asked, fixing her tiara and her necklace in front of the mirror. "I did." Her mother nodded, standing behind her and staring at the mirror as well. "That's why I'm worried that you're leaving here alone to a place..we no nothing of but blood and chaos."

Damn, he'd been turned-on by older women before, but never one who was one hundred and nineteen. It took another hour of internet digging before he'd pieced together a rough outline of Evie's life. She'd been born here in Charleston to a wealthy family of French descent, the youngest of four children, and had become engaged in 1910 to a French businessman. Sam guessed that the start of the war in Europe had curtailed their marriage - maybe her fiancé had been killed, maybe he'd just gotten caught up in the fighting, but there was no notice of his death in any records Sam could find. Evie's death though - he finally found a more detailed accounting of that in a local guide to haunted houses.

I explained everything and then pulled out the photo frames of my father and mother together. Brendon started reading the will of my father while Michael and Rubex looked at the photo frames of my parents. " Oh, so Eva's mother was a beauty, that's why her daughter is this gorgeous," Michael chuckles. " I agree but her father has got good looks too. Eva inherited silver hair and blue eyes from her father," Rubex added. " Be quiet you both," Brendon scolded then and looking at me he said," It's clearly mentioned in your father's will that you are also his rightful heir. If you manage to contribute more to the Grande house, the title of Matriarch will be yours too."

Eva shook her head. "No, i am sorry for doubting you in the first place. I was sad and depressed then. I found out my entire life was a lie and my parents are not my own. Then i found out about my real family. I was a little insecure. My real father is not as rich as Watson. My family name is not that well recognized either. When i saw you with her, my imaginations ran wild and i began to believe that you both had an affair. That's why i left you. But now i know better. I will never doubt you again. It's just that, i am confused. How can she prove that her baby's DNA matches with yours?" Eva explained her real concern. Damien kissed her forehead affectionately.

He was suspended pending investigation. I continued treating Cora methodically and tried to resume a normal life until the day the police station called. "Ms. Evie Coffey? Is Renee Olsen your mother? Please come to the station."

-Corrine- “Mom? Do you know her?” Eva’s mom ignored her daughter’s question. Her gaze remained fixed on me. Her footsteps slowed down while her hands gripped the banister tightly. “How dare you—” “Mom!” The next thing I knew, Eva was beside her mother, gripping her shoulders so tightly that Mrs. Ashbridge gasped. Her eyes blinked a few times, and her gaze changed. It was as if she had been awakened from something that had been possessing her.

Not waiting for her to finish, I dash through the corridors, fling the door open, and sprint to the trash bins, only to find them empty. Gone. The necklace… gone. I stand there, breathing hard as I feel my chest aching in a way no battle or company issue has ever given me pain. Suddenly, I hear footsteps shuffling behind me. “Son?” I slowly watch as she approaches me with my coasuin trailing behind. Evie snorts. “You look like hell.” Laying a hand on my shoulder, my Mom comfortingly states, “It’s for the best, son. Let her go. She’s always stubborn and arrogant. She was never fit for our family anyway.”

What now? Is she my Dad's wife? Evie is his wife? What a coincidence? When we got close to her, I couldn't help but observe what she was wearing. My heart started beating faster. She looks so beautiful and elegant wearing her dress. She doesn't fail to make my heart beat this fast. "Oh son, this is my lovely wife, Ella Victoria Everette Benavidez. Babe, he's my son, Silas Rhys Enzo," Dad introduced. I know Dad, we already met and shared a night together.