Glee Elliott Gilbert Novels & Stories

I should've confronted them and asserted my position, but I couldn't. I watched as they stepped off stage, my husband introducing her to the guests, my chest tightening. Without confronting them, I slowly turned to leave, my legs trembling beneath me. But as I reached for the exit door, a firm hand grasped my arm, roughly spinning me around. I turned and met Avery Gilbert's gaze. She flashed me a troubling smile, locking eyes with me. "The party's just started, where are you off to, Mrs. Elliot... Oops, my bad. I meant, Ms. Flair," she said mockingly.

Elliot frowned and glanced over his shoulder. The space behind him was empty. For the first time since yesterday— Timothy wasn’t there. Elliot turned back to the screen. Of course. Another line appeared. UNKNOWN: Don’t bother calling him. Elliot’s fingers hovered over the keyboard. Then settled. ELLIOT: Who is this? The reply came instantly. UNKNOWN: You already know. Elliot’s expression hardened. ELLIOT: Helix. A pause. Longer this time. Deliberate. Then—

What exactly did he mean? Soon, Gilbert left the room. However, he didn't return to his room to rest. Instead, he went to the study. The concern on his face immediately disappeared. He became incomparably indifferent. He took out his phone and saw the message Jenny had just sent to him. She was very efficient and had found out who was behind the group of killers. It was Eli. Gilbert knew Eli was his younger brother by blood, but for some reason, he had no impression of him at all. However, Gilbert didn't care about that. He only knew that Eli had poked the bear.

Besides, Lyla wouldn't be back for a while, and I needed a distraction from Uncle Zeb's words still ringing in my head. So I grabbed my keys and left. ††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† Elliott Sinclair was a dashing man. And though his hair had turned white, it suited him, giving him an almost angelic appearance, though, in truth, he was far from it. I respected Elliot. Despite the dirty games he played, the man was sharp. He understood the principle of "you get what you give."

It was unlike the composed Deloria he was used to seeing. Gilbert's gaze followed Deloria as she moved around the table, serving each member of the Gardier family. When she reached Jean, he noticed a fleeting exchange between them, a quick glance that held a hint of... something. Jean's usual jovial expression shifted ever so slightly, his eyes darting to Gilbert before quickly looking away. It was a subtle change, but enough to catch Gilbert's attention.

She looked tired, but there was a strange, soft flush on her cheeks as she glanced down at her phone, her thumb typing something rapidly before she slipped the device into her pocket. ​The moment her hazel eyes lifted and caught me standing there, the softness vanished. Her entire posture instantly turned rigid. ​"Gilbert," I called out, my gravelly voice cutting through the quiet morning air as I straightened up, blocking her path down the driveway. ​Eloise didn't even slow down. She veered sharply to the right, her heavy leather boots crunching loudly on the gravel as she tried to circle around the sports car. "I'm late for the bus, Weller. Move."

At that moment, Jaylin drove the car up to Riley and bent down to open the car door for them. Riley stepped onto the car with long legs, ignoring Elliott behind them. "Mr. Baldwin, please don't go, give me a chance, I promise I will never...," Elliott's words were cut off by a cloud of exhaust fumes as he coughed, "cough, cough, cough..." Two security guards looked at him as if they were looking at a pariah. "What are you looking at? The joke of Bushmere's richest man, is it something you deserve to see?"

Tyler lay curled up on the bath mat like the fluffy little lifeguard he thought he was, supervising the situation. “So,” Ellie said, drawing out the word as she adjusted her bun and reached for a chocolate truffle from the side table, “are you doing this for the clout or for a certain sexy, stage-hogging, guitar-thrusting someone?” I laughed into my wineglass. “It’s not clout if it’s accidental. And he’s more of a mic-hogger, thank you very much.” Ellie smirked, her mask pulling at the corners of her mouth. “So that’s a yes to the sexy someone?”

Gilbert pulled a condom out of Elly's pocket with a cold smile. Elly retreated in panic. She subconsciously lowered her gaze. “James…” “Come now, it’s normal for men and women to make love. What's more, you like Adrian. I know that.” Gilbert's gaze grew darker as he held the condom between two fingers. “James, it’s my fault. I'm just…” Elly wanted to explain. “You don’t have to explain anything. You may go.” Gilbert raised his hand and gestured at her to shut up.

As she had expected, Kyle did not even dare to meet his sister’s gaze. “No grandma, I am not…”, Mila replied nervously. “Hahaha. Are you too embarrassed to tell the truth? Alright then, I will explain everything on your behalf then! Grandma, do you know what kind of person Gerald is?” “He used to be a well-known pauper from Mayberry University who earns his living by running errands for others. Of course, Gerald indeed got some money later on after he won the lottery. Guess what happened after that? Gerald…” Mila didn’t know where Irene got all these information.