Helen X Evelyn Novels & Stories

“The herbal compound Whitman gave me breaks down completely in her system within hours no trace, no proof, nothing a hospital could ever catch. She just thinks her body keeps failing her.” “Good.” Helena exhaled, something like relief in the sound. “The sooner she believes she’s barren, the sooner Gregory divorces her, and the sooner you can step in as his wife, this family needs an heir, and it needs one from a woman who actually wants to be part of it.” “I’ve wanted this longer than you know.” Evelyn’s voice softened into something almost hungry. She was always the favorite, the pretty one, the sweet one, the one everyone loved without trying I’m tired of being her shadow

Harry hadn’t fully let her back in, but he was leaning. Tilting. Sliding. And people who leaned eventually fell. Helen brushed a hand over her hair, smoothing it back. “Almost there,” she whispered to herself. Her reflection smiled back softly, sweetly, deceptively. “Just a little more time,” she murmured. “And everything will fall into place.” Because Elena was finally weakening. Harry was quietly shifting. Naomi was fully attached. And La Rivera… Helen’s eyes glimmered. That would come next.

She didn't look back — not because she wasn't tempted, but because she had learned something about herself in eighteen months of marriage to Alexander Sinclair. If she looked back she would find a reason to stay. And she had run out of reasons to stay that were actually about her. The elevator doors closed. Lobby. Then the street. Then the cold New York air hit her face like a question she had finally decided to answer. Her phone was already in her hand. Evelyn picked up on the second ring. "I need to leave," Helen said. No preamble. No explanation. "Tonight." A beat of silence. Then Evelyn — steady, fierce, already moving:

Helena stiffened, smoothing her features into a mask of cold indifference before turning to face the intruder. It was Evelyn, her late husband’s sister. Evelyn had always been the thorn in Helena’s side,sharper, older, and far more observant. She stepped into the light of the chandelier, a glass of dark scotch in her hand and a smirk of pure schadenfreude on her lips. "Get out, Evelyn," Helena snapped. "I’m in no mood for your theatrics."

Evelyn said, taking Emily’s hand warmly. At that moment, Helen, Zac, and Richard entered the room, overhearing Evelyn’s words. Helen walked over, wrapping an arm around Evelyn’s shoulders. Tilting her head playfully, she teased, “So you don’t like daughters as lively as me?” Evelyn shot her a glance and tapped her lightly on the forehead. Helen leaned back dramatically in response. “You, dear, are a handful. If you caused me any less worry, I’d thank my lucky stars,” Evelyn replied, exasperated but fond.

she stated, panting. I did not hesitate to follow her. We walked down to the Alpha, but his sight of seeing Selena augmented his anger. I can see it in his eyes, though my presence made him not react. "Helen, what have you had to do with this mother of bitches that sided with her son in challenging their Alpha?" he groans. I thought about what to do. Asking him what the problem is may prolong the issue of rescuing the gamma. I waved to Selena and signaled her to leave so I could talk to the Alpha and calm him down.

We head to the bar and climb onto high stools. The bartender is just as Natasha promised—sexy, inked, and cocky as hell. A stud glints in his ear, and he grins wide when he sees her. “Delilah. Looking good as always.” I arch a brow at Natasha, who plays dumb. Delilah? “Thanks, hon,” she says, fluttering her lashes. “As it should be.” Then she gestures to me. “This is my friend, Evelyn. Evelyn, meet Damon—the walking, talking thirst trap I told you about.”

Ellaine accelerated in order to catch up with her. “Why are you here?” Margarette asked her with worry spread over her face. “I want my box back!” “There’s no way you can retrieve it!” “There’s no way I would lose it!” In the end, Margarette gave in. “Suit yourself.” The older woman led her to the bridge which boarders Dela Paz and Malaban. Ellaine remembered Aunt Caroline’s story about Hazel and Jonathan’s daily ritual of just sitting there with contentment. The sun had just set and the surroundings were just so dark that Ellaine found it difficult to run. The bridge was deserted and the air was cool against the skin. People were probably inside their houses eating supper or already tucked

Evelyn did the same, neither of them pushing anything further than what was necessary. Neither of them acknowledged what was sitting underneath the exchange. Helena appeared at the entrance and Bella used the opportunity immediately. She said her goodbyes, gathered Julian and caught Selena mid-investigation of the display. Evelyn watched them go with her hand light on her champagne glass. The twins walked ahead and bella followed, not looking back. Evelyn watched until they reached the door. Julian said something to Helena that made the older woman laugh. Selena was already outside, one step ahead of everyone else, the way she always was.

The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him. "Please leave, let us meet tomorrow during the Annual meeting of the Wushi-Chin Cooperation Funds Mr Chandler Chin." Retrieving the gun placed on top of the dark sheeted bed, he stood up, inches apart from her. She felt a bit short when she looked up to meet his eyes. "Hila-" He was interrupted by her narrowed eyes that basically said 'Call me that again and your family won't have to worry about your succession'