Indiana Evans Novels & Stories

"Sounds like a plan. Want me to help with the caption?" Laura arched a brow. "Go ahead." Estella moved to Laura’s laptop, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she typed: 'Isabelle Rivers—blessed with beauty, brains… and an assistant who does all her work? Anderson Corp’s golden girl seems to have a very close relationship with Ethan Evans. Maybe talent isn’t the only thing that keeps her at the top.' She turned the screen to Laura. "What do you think?" Laura read it and smirked. "Perfect. Just the right amount of shade to make people question her professionalism."

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

Henderson, accusing me of being Martha Stewart. I should’ve changed my name a long time ago. Instead of telling Nathan I was Martha, I should’ve chosen something else. But it’s too late to do any of that now. I just have to keep pretending not to be fazed by their claims. Cherie walked in moments later, her voice trembling as she spoke. “Miss Evans, I’d like to ask for permission to leave work early to see my father.”

I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her back. "I was just talking to Evans," she said and I frowned. "Who is he? I have never heard of him before." I ask. And Raina just laughed slapping her forehead a little. "Oh silly me, okay so Evans is my childhood friend you can say, or more like my friend's brother. His family used to be our neighbors. But later they shifted to London and we somehow lost contact. But the good fact is we met again in Ibiza and you know what, he is engaged to Divya" She blabbered about that Evans boy and stopped suddenly and put her palms over her mouth, dramatically.

" I never imagined one day I'd become someone who would lose my composure while cornering a man in public. But right now, I stared at Evan with bloodshot eyes, waiting for him to give me an answer. "Don't force my hand here, Cynthia. Please wait for me outside, I'll go find you once I'm done here." He spoke in a low tone, as if I were someone he was ashamed to be seen with. I stopped pushing, knowing that I couldn't get an answer now. But I wasn't expecting to bump into Jade as soon as I stepped out. I had never seen her before, but Evan had described her so vividly in his scripture. Her jet-black hair, fair skin, even the small light brown mole by her brow—it was all exactly the same.

i introduced myself offering her a handshake "Am Carolina James"she replied accepting the handshake "Her body was just as beautiful as her face"I thought as I stared at her "Um Evans, please can you stop staring at me like that and please let go of my hands"the lady asked as she was tired of me staring at her like an idiot "Am so sorry"i replied as I left her hands "Let me help you with that"I offered taking two luggages "You don't have to"she replied as she tried to get them from me

Her mother turned her head and their eyes met. Mrs Evans was over the moon when she saw them. She hugged her daughter and kissed her God granddaughter and said, “Let me introduce you. This is Miss Joy Dube, the founder of His Own Image Boutique. Joy, this is my daughter, Bridgette, and my God granddaughter, Avery Martins.” Joy smiled brightly and replied, “Nice to meet you, Miss Evans. You are so beautiful.” Bridgette reached out her hand and shook Joy’s hand, smiling, and replied, “Pleasure is mine, Miss Dube.”

"Hey, Via, are you okay? You seem a bit out of it." Via sighed, pushing her thoughts aside for a moment. "It's nothing, really. I just... I bumped into Ms. Evans earlier, right after I left Mr. Nakamura's office." "Ms. Evans, you mean Stacey Evans?" Carrie asked, her curiosity piqued. "You mean Ms. Stacey Evans, the heiress of the Evans Clothing line?" "I think that’s her," Via replied, trying to keep her tone neutral. "She seemed curious about me and asked a few questions. It was just... odd."

“Yes.” He reached into the inner pocket of his suit and pulled out a thumb drive. “This contains the evidence.” The courtroom was still as a video played. At first, there was only static. Then, a fragile, trembling voice echoed through the speakers, and the screen brightened. (Flashback) Isabella Evans, the only daughter of the prestigious Evans family, was an innocent woman with a girl-next-door personality. Falling in love with Richard had been one of the happiest moments of her life.

“And this must be the journalist.” It wasn’t a question. Eva stepped forward, calm but alert, and extended her hand. “It’s an honor to meet you, Lady Eleanor.” Lady Eleanor did not take the hand. Her lips curved into something that was almost a smile — but not quite. “So bold,” she murmured. “And American, I presume?” “Nigerian-American,” Eva corrected gently. “Ah,” Lady Eleanor said, stirring her tea. “How… modern.” Lucian’s jaw tightened. “Grandmother, Eva’s work has been instrumental to—”