The Seven Husbands Of Evelyn Hugo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The excitement in her was yet to diminish, judging from the bright smile on her face. She removed the helmet and handed it to Hazel. “You must be quite wealthy if you own a apartment here,” commented Hazel. “This is not my place. It’s my husband’s,” Evelyn revealed, showing off her ring to Hazel. “Husband? You are married? Aren’t you just twenty or something?” Hazel displayed shock on her expression. Evelyn chuckled and nodded. “Married for around two weeks now to the love of my life,” Evelyn bragged. “Good for you. Isn’t your husband’s place yours though?”

Hugo roared, struggling against the man holding him. “Easy,” Evan said, his tone icy. “You were never a father to them. You’re just like Gustavo, and you blame me? This is your doing. Now, where’s Rose?” Hugo’s lips curled into a sneer. “I should’ve killed her.” Evan lunged, his fist slamming into Hugo’s face, the crack of bone sharp. Hugo’s head snapped back, blood streaming from his nose. Evan grabbed his collar, his voice a growl. “Say that again, and I’ll torture you instead of ending this quickly. Where is she?”

“There’s something on your mind, isn’t there? Something you haven’t told us yet.” She hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin line before she let out a shaky breath. “I didn’t want to say anything earlier. Not with everyone around. But... I can’t shake the feeling that my husband’s death wasn’t... natural.” Logan’s brows furrowed, and I felt my stomach tighten. “What do you mean?” I asked. Evelyn looked at us, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. “The doctors said it was a heart attack, but my husband was healthy. He had regular check-ups and a good diet—he wasn’t the type to ignore his health. It just doesn’t add up.”

"Exactly. Everyone knows what it is like in this industry. Besides, Ms. Kidman is Mr. Moore's wife. I'm sure she would know better than us, right?" Every one of them fancied themselves to be a chivalrous gentleman with upright morals, when in reality, they were just seasoned veterans in a world of power and profit, experts at reading the wind and shifting their stance. They tried to wash their hands clean in just a few sentences. Yvonne could not be bothered with them. She nudged me with her chin, hinting for me to deal with it on my own. I snickered and looked at Jason. "You hear that? All the VIPs recognized me as your wife. Care to explain this new family member?"

Henry asked and Asher frowned. "Um... What?" Asher asked. "Excuse Me, Sir... Did you met your wife? She just walked past from here?" The same reception asked and Henry frowned at her question. "Fuck my life." Asher cursed himself scratching the back of his neck. "His wife?" Henry asked confusingly. "Yeah. His wife... Umm... I mean, He said he is Mrs. Olivia Madison son in law." The receptionist answered and Henry looked at him angrily. "Um... Yes. Please leave us alone." Henry replied and the receptionist walked away.

Her breathing became uneven. Everything that had seemed impossible three days ago was now becoming reality. The secret house. Sophia. Lily. The photographs. The missing memories. The anonymous warnings. And now someone claiming that the man she had called her husband for seven years wasn't her husband at all. A sharp pain pulsed behind her eyes. She squeezed them shut. Fragments of memories flickered through her mind. Rain. Screaming tires. A man's voice shouting her name. Not Daniel's voice.

Hugo already knew Evan's true background. It was precisely with that knowledge that he understood that Cain had no way of touching Evan or him. … "How odd. How is Evan able to make Mr. Wells apologize to me? Things just don't add up…" Back at the Golden Residence, Graham and the three heiresses were still struggling to understand how Evan was the reason Hugo had come. Even Hazel, Roxanne, and Anya, who proclaimed to know Evan best, couldn't figure it out. Was Evan secretly someone important? Yet, not even Darius, who was practically at his peak right now, could ever make someone at Hugo's level bow like that.

Andrew said angrily, feeling slighted. "He's...he's...Allan Watson!" Eve shouted loudly. Andrew was shocked, he released his grip on Eve's chin and the hug around her waist. "Mr Watson is your husband?" Eve used that moment to get away and Eve was about to run towards the place where Allan was talking to Mr Wilson, everyone who looked at her did not budge, no one helped her. But when Eve's steps stopped, Andre McGuire pulled her back. Eve did her best to move back even though her hand hurt.

Hugo answered, trying to keep his gesture relaxed. "So you deliberately wanted to surprise us?" Azura looked like she was irritated because Hugo teased her. "Correct!" Hugo snapped his fingers. "Surprise. Taa-da! I'm married, and you two have no idea! Aren't I great?!" Not only Azura and Eva looked at Hugo strangely, but also Arleena. Arleena didn't know what was wrong with Hugo's attitude. Even though he had already guessed that Hugo was acting, but did he have to look insane?

"She has been auditioning for my life since before I ever caught them together. The bracelet. The boys calling her Auntie V. The way she gives Marta instructions like she already owns this house." I thought of every small humiliation I had swallowed over the past months, thinking them nothing more than a woman too comfortable in someone else's marriage. The rosemary chicken. The lilies meant for her instead of me. The easy familiarity with which she moved through rooms that had never belonged to her. None of it had ever been about Adrian at all, not really. It had been rehearsal. Marcus's expression sharpened. "She is not a woman in love, Evelyn. She is a woman executing a plan of her own, r