Evanly craves love, affection, satisfaction, and sex, all neglected in her loveless marriage. But a ray of hope appears when she encounters a wealthy young man seeking only friendship. Drawn inexplicably closer to him, she wonders if her feelings st...
Love is a strange thing. I’ve spent my whole life chasing it, holding onto it, believing in it, even when it’s hurt me more than anything else. But that’s the thing about love—it’s not always gentle. Sometimes, it’s cruel.
I was born into a mixed racial family with a life of wealth and privilege, but it wasn’t the fairy tale people imagine. My name is Evanly Debrue, and I’m 27 years old.
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People see the name “Debrue” and think of luxury, status, and everything money can buy. But there are some things money can’t fix, like the emptiness that comes from being invisible in your own family.
My parents were the perfect socialites. They threw glittering parties, mingled with the elite, and made it their mission to maintain an image of perfection. But that perfection didn’t include me. That honor belonged to my older sister, Lunna.
Lunna was the ideal daughter—beautiful, talented, and endlessly charming. She was everything my parents could have hoped for. And me? I was the quiet one, the one who stayed out of the spotlight. Where Lunna was gold, I was the tarnished silver hidden in the shadows.
Growing up, my mother barely acknowledged me. She cared about appearances, not emotions, and I wasn’t part of her picture-perfect world. My father tried to compensate, but his attention felt like an obligation more than genuine affection. I was a project to him—a little girl to mold into something better, something more presentable.
By the time I turned 18, I’d learned that love in my family came with conditions. So, I focused on things I could control—school, my career, my own version of success. I graduated high school with honors and threw myself into my studies, eventually landing a prestigious position as a nurse in Los Angeles. I thought that if I could just keep moving forward, I’d finally find the life I was meant to have.
But life doesn’t always turn out the way you plan.
It was during my third year at the hospital that I met Justin Centiése.
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