Novel & Cerita Miranda Cooper

"Jonathan mentioned a woman. Miranda. He said she knows things about Sebastian." Damien's jaw tightened. "Miranda Cole. Sebastian's ex-fiancée. She disappeared four years ago." "Disappeared?" "He helped her escape." Damien's voice was flat. "Sebastian was abusive. Controlling. She came to me for help, and I gave it to her. New identity. New life. New country." "Sebastian thinks you killed her." "Sebastian thinks whatever serves his narrative." Damien ran a hand through his hair. "He's been looking for her for years. If he found out she was alive "

Miranda Newman "Seriously, Stan," I try once again to get my boss's attention. I think he purposely annoyed me. "I've already told you, Miranda, until you learn to control yourself, I won't let you go on another mission. We lost a lot last time because of your..." "I know, impatience," I interrupt, rolling my eyes.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

I couldn't help but use this opportunity to dig into her more. "I should really know your name, since I'll be in the office a lot more often, don't tell anyone but Emmanuel and I are starting a new relationship, we don't want anyone to find out just yet, I'm so excited soon we will be announcing it, most likely at our family's dinner party tomorrow night" I giggled, sighing away "I'm Ariel Peterson" extending my hand to give hers a shake. "I know who you are ma'am, I'm Marianna Milano" she said as she barely touched my hand.

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?

"Hello, Ms. Sutton." Miranda looked at the short-haired, confident woman and immediately reached out to shake her hand. "Hello, Ms. Westbrook." "I'm Jordana Westbrook. If you don't mind, you can call me Jordana." "Sure. Then, you can stop calling me Ms. Sutton. My name is Miranda." "I know. When Mr. Cooper gave me your WhatsApp contact, he mentioned your name. Let's sit down and talk…" Jordana was a natural at conversation. She always got straight to the point without rambling, which made her seem concise rather than chatty.

she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.

“I’ll help you every step of the way. But you need to understand: Mr. Theodore’s family won’t make this easy for you. They’ll test you, scrutinize every word you say. If you’re going to survive this, you need to be perfect.” Miranda stood up from the chair and walked over to a nearby table where she had set down a photo album. She opened it carefully and sat back down in front of Nadia, her eyes steady as she flipped through the pages. “I think it’s important you see who you’ll be meeting soon,” Miranda said, her tone serious now. She turned the page to reveal a photo of a woman with sharp features and an air of authority that seemed to leap from the page.

That, or he stayed silent instead of giving into Lily’s delusions. Miranda stands from the couch. She runs the palms of her hands over the skirt of her dress, flattening any wrinkles that form in the fabric. My eyes take their time examining her body. She looks magnificent in her dress. The dark purple color compliments her complexion and it matches her bright green eyes. My breath gets caught in my throat and I have to tear my gaze off of her before she catches me looking. “I’ll get going,” Miranda breathes out. “No!” The word escapes my mouth before I can stop it. We face each other and I have to tell my body to breathe again. “I want a DNA test.”

Miranda was making her final preparations for the clinical trial of the new drug scheduled for next month. Coco was working exceptionally hard, becoming a strong right hand to Miranda. The rest of the team was also giving their full cooperation. The progress so far had been smooth and encouraging.