Ellie Cooper Novelas e Histórias

Part of the burial ground had been overgrown with weeds, and the cobbled path was lined with cracks. Caspian opened the gate and let Elora in first. There are so many graves there. Caspian led Elora to the side of a row of tombs lined neatly with gray tombstones. They continued walking until the row of tombs at the end, headed for a grave plot that looked the newest compared to the others. On its large tombstone was inscribed the name COOPER HAILWOOD, with the year of death two years ago.

Now that her opponent was a man, it was undoubtedly a blow to her pride. "I have a way to get rid of Mr. Cooper. Are you willing to cooperate with me?" Whitney extended an olive branch. "You?" Elle's tone dripped with disdain. Whitney nodded confidently and leaned in close to Elle's ears. Then, she whispered something to her. Elle's eyes lit up. She exclaimed, "You're quite the clever schemer! Alright then, let's go with this plan!" Looking at Elle's cocky, departing figure, Whitney clapped excitedly. On the other hand, Violet shivered for some reason.

Like they had done this many times before. My mouth went dry. Ellie wasn’t just some woman who looked like Hayes’s dead wife. She was working with Finnian. The man who had spent years trying to tear Hayes apart, piece by piece. And now he had found the perfect weapon. I pressed my back harder against the SUV, trying to keep my breathing steady. The way she sat in that seat… the way her head tilted when she listened… it wasn’t the posture of someone meeting a stranger. She looked comfortable. Settled. Like she belonged there.

You are one special being, I must say', Clinton said. 'It's all thanks to you. If not for you, I wouldn't have had the idea of getting close to Natalia. I owe you one', Ellie said, smiling. 'My phone has been buzzing since. Sophia is aiming for my life right now. How did she get to know about the collaboration?', Clinton asked. 'I was about asking you that. She came over to our meeting place and she was there when Collins made his intention known. I had even thought you were the one who informed her of my whereabout. I had vouched to get back at you for betraying me', Ellie said.

Avery Cole. Sierra called me and said she was flying into California for her two weeks and she was bringing Aurora and Whitney along with her. I had no plans but that didn’t stop me from lying to Sierra and telling her I had business in Florence that I couldn’t get out of. She was upset that she wouldn’t see me but got over it when I offered her my house while she was there. I only did that so my men wouldn’t have to hide out and keep tabs on Whitney, like they’ve been doing since I left the island. I told Whitney she wouldn’t like the consequences if she let someone….anyone fucking touch her and she did.

"He doesn’t have a motive…" Detective Taylor nodded thoughtfully. "Dr. Cooke isn’t lacking money or reputation. The motive doesn’t add up." "I know why!" Ellie suddenly rushed forward from the crowd. Her makeup was smeared by tears, revealing her pale face underneath. She dropped to her knees with a thud, her voice trembling as she said, "Dr. Cooke… forced me to sleep with him…" The words exploded through the crowd like a bomb. "He said if I didn’t, he wouldn’t treat my dad…" Her voice shook violently. "When I refused, he… he…"

In fact, everyone involved including Eli signed a confidentiality form. The morning news just reported Ram Cooper's death in the middle of a manhunt operation. None of the people cared except Eli. He grieves because for him, he was a friend more than a worthless criminal people labelled him. Nevertheless, he has no luxury of time to mourn. He went to AU and delivered a brief speech to a happy crowd while he died inside bit by bit. Instinctively, his eyes searched for Care among the sea of people. Though he sort of knew she was not around since her presence always caused indescribable shivers at the back of his neck.

And Cole startled out of a not-quite-daydream to find a…well, there was no nice way to say it, a twitchy, rat-like man in a leather jacket taking photos of them from the other side of the street. "Who's this, Ellie?” he called out. “A friend,” she threw back. “Now fuck off.” “Aren’t you going to introduce me?” “Oh suuure. This is Billy Boyle, an independent photojournalist. And this”—she flapped a laconic hand in Cole’s direction—“is none of your fucking business.” “You know I’ll find out anyway.” “And you know I’ll set your car on fire.” “I love it when you get feisty.” He gave a frankly creepy shiver.