Petunia Evans Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ellie's POV "..... Well as you know, I'm Elisa Evans.. CEO and owner of this company..,nice to see you too. Ethan Castillo.." I stretched out my hand for a handshake to the our company's newest investor. "Thank you miss Evans. I've heard a lot about you" he took my hand and tugged it gently. I flunged my hand from his hold. " What have you heard about me?" He sighed. " I've heard you're a very beautiful woman, a strong woman who never gives up and you're also a very determined person."

His life has faded, until now the man prefers to live only with his best friend in a big house away from the crowd. Not long ago, Finola seems to have been forced to be engaged to the man in order for Finola to seize all of Evan's remaining possessions when the man dies later. Initially, the one who was about to get engaged was her half-sister, Grace. But the girl rejected the offer flatly because the rumors that circulating around people said that not only was he paralyzed, the man also did not hesitate to act harshly on people who had annoyed him. Evan is also known as a boring person who is very secretive. For Grace, who has always lived with the attention of people directed at her all th

That made me respect her, more than anyone else. Eva was a petite girl who had lost her father due to cancer, leaving her with younger siblings who didn't even remember their father and a mother who struggled with financial matters. Somehow, though, Eva always managed to keep smiling. She was my senior, but she refused to be called ‘senior.’ She could cry tears of joy just because one of her big crushes noticed her at a concert or at a fan meeting event, and yet she managed to get into the prestigious Beverly University Business School despite coming from a modest family.

My thoughts were interrupted by a haughty, authoritative female voice. "Miss Evans?" I raised my head to meet a beautiful woman dressed in designer clothes, with long blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes. It was his wife, Eva Braxton. She looked much more beautiful in person than on Masato's computer screen, the day he declared what my job would be for the money I so desperately needed. I stood up immediately and flashed my best smile. "Miss Braxton," I extended my hand to her, "it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm here for the-"

I cup her face, crouching in front of her, and she blinks back her tears, lowering her head. “Mama was breaking things again,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper, and I smile at her, bringing my hand to her face. “Why don’t you go to Aunt Steph, and I will talk to Mama?” I offer her a smile, and she nods, her eyes sparkling as I sigh heavily. I can’t believe she might be drinking this time. It’s only eight in the morning. Evie holds her bunny doll and walks out of the office. But I turn to look at the flowers that I ordered for Leona. Didn’t she like them? I think as I stare at them. I inhale sharply, trying to think of what else I can do.

Despite his importance, that’s an easy code to figure out. After I disarm the system, I reset it to reflect a more difficult code and one that has meaning for me, and only me. The day Fenton and Samuel Evans found Evangeline. I only know the exact date from reading the journals in the safe. But it is a good code considering no one else knows it.

Her mother was lucky she loved her as this was pure and utter torture. “Why am I here?” Evan asked, escorting his grandmother to her seat. They were sitting in the front row, with a great view of the catwalk. “You’re my date,” Penelope said, smiling. She pulled an elegantly embroidered silk fan from her purse and began to wave it in front of her. “Did you have somewhere else to be?” “Yes, at home, watching the game,” Evan murmured, sitting down next to her. “Now, now. Would you rather watch a bunch of sweaty men fight over a ball or beautiful women in revealing clothes?” Penelope teased.

his heart still seemed not to accept that his ex-lover had stopped, had forgotten their sweet moment in the past. "Evans..." Evans turned towards the bed and glanced at a girl named Clara who was sitting with only a chest-length blanket. he walked up to the girl who had been his slave while he hadn't been able to get Elena back, then stood in front of her and looked at her with a flat gaze.

"Almost being the keyword here. It didn't happen so why is everyone painting me the devil?" "I know deep down you're not a bad person, Eva" she'd given Pippa a job even though she wasn't in need of an assistant. She'd swapped clothes with his employee because she wanted her to feel confident on her date. He knew she didn't like animals but she donated to shelters anonymously. Picked two students every year and covered their entire college tuition. She hadn't done those things for publicity or they would have ended up online. But no one knew about it. Which meant, she'd done it from the bottom of her heart. Of course, she supported charities openly and donated part of her royalties to UNICEF.

[…] “After the statements of Edward Henderson, former Colorado's senator and one of the most popular presidential candidates, EVANS inc. stock plummeted. He was involved in a controversy after his youngest son's wedding, where an intimate video of the bride with another man was played…” The anchor says, with her perfectly hair — not a single strand out of place. The suit makes her look elegant, and her make-up is discreet… But it's not her appearance that draws the attention of thousands of viewers at that moment… It's her words.