Novels by Goodnovel English

The blunt, dangerous question hung heavy in the air, echoing off the car windows as we sat trapped at the red light.*Do you like her?*For a second, my foot nearly slipped off the brake. The sheer shock of it hit me like a physical blow, snapping me out of the dark, defensive trance I had been trapped in all evening."What the hell are you talking about?" I blurted out, my voice laced with absolute disbelief as I turned to stare at her. "How on earth could you even think I like her?"Olivia crossed her arms, holding my gaze through the dim cabin light. "You've just been acting completely weird around her. This is literally the first time I've ever seen you react like this to someone, Ethan. So naturally, I'm wondering if there's some kind of history there, or if there's a problem."I let out a harsh, dry scoff, shaking my head. "It's not that. And it could *never* be that."Inside my head, my mind was racing in frantic circles, trying to map an escape route. *How am I supposed to eva

The air in the private VIP dining room felt completely sucked out of space.I stood there, my hand still stinging from the force of the slap I had just delivered, staring wide-eyed at Ethan. The raw, dangerous fury burning in his grey eyes made my blood run instantly cold."What the hell..." Ethan's voice dropped into a low, lethal growl that rattled my bones. "...is going on here?"Panic instantly spiked through my chest. *He heard everything.* Or at least, enough of it to know things had gone entirely off the rails.I scrambled to find my voice, my heart hammering like a trapped bird against my ribs. "Ethan—what are *you* doing here? I thought you went home!"Instead of answering, Ethan's gaze snapped straight to Evelyn, who was currently straightening her ruined dress, her cheek still red and swollen from my handprint."I asked you a question," Ethan repeated, stepping past me into the room, his voice dangerously quiet. He locked eyes with Evelyn. "What business do you have with he

Olivia’s PovThe heavy mahogany door clicked shut behind me as I stepped into the private VIP dining room, expecting to face Kelvin.Instead, sitting at the center table and sipping iced water with a cold, venomous smirk plastered across her face, was Evelyn.My stomach plummeted. I stopped dead in my tracks, my fists clenching automatically at my sides. "You."Evelyn didn't even blink. She set her glass down with a slow, deliberate clink and looked up, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Welcome, sister."A furious spike of rage hot-wired my nerves. I marched forward, leaning over the edge of the table. "Don't you dare call me that. You are not my sister."Evelyn let out a sharp, mocking scoff, leaning back in her chair. "Please. You think I want to be?"She stood up slowly, smoothing down her designer dress. "You actually came. For a minute, I wanted to believe you had some sense left. I wanted to think you'd ignore Kelvin's pathetic messages, but here I am, proven wrong again.""I see

Ethan’s PovAfter Olivia drifted off into a heavy, medicine-induced sleep, I slipped out of the room, my phone pressed tightly against my ear.Your call cannot be completed as dialed..."What the fuck is wrong with him?!" I hissed under my breath, my jaw clenching as the automated operator repeated the same monotone message. I had explicitly told Paul to send my results via text if he couldn't reach me. Now he wasn't answering, and his encrypted line was completely dead.In pure frustration, I threw the phone onto the glass coffee table, the sharp clack echoing through the quiet apartment. I ran both hands through m

I sat back in my chair, forcing a polite, easy smile onto my face as Victoria—Logan's mom—chatted away endlessly. She was telling me all about her passion for cooking, revealing that she was a head chef and was currently preparing to enter a major international culinary showcase—a massive World War II-themed heritage competition.I nodded along, trying to sound genuinely engaged, but my focus kept drifting across the small table to Ethan.He was acting completely out of character. He barely touched the food on his plate, pushing a piece of steak around with his fork, looking as if he had just seen a ghost. His jaw was set so tight I could see the muscle ticking in his cheek. Whenever Victoria directed a cheerful comment toward him, he didn't even respond—he just stared straight ahead with a dark, suffocating intensity, radiating pure, cold hostility.*What on earth is wrong with him?* I thought, my stomach twisting into a tight knot. *Is it her? Why does he seem so threatened by her p

Olivia’s PovThe words sounded so terrifyingly true to my ears that my instinct for self-preservation immediately took over."He's not your son," I blurted out, my voice laced with a defensive, sharp edge that cut through the quiet air of the car.Ethan didn't flinch. He kept his eyes on the road, taking a smooth turn before glancing at me with an easygoing, calm expression. "Oh, calm down, Olivia. I know."A beat of silence hung between us before he paused, his brow furrowing slightly as his grey eyes flicked back to meet mine through the mirror. "Why do you get so fiercely against it whenever I say stuff like him being mine, though? Don't you think I can make a good father?"I quickly looked away, staring out the side window to avoid his probing gaze. "It's... it's not that.""Then what is it?" Ethan pressed, his voice dropping into an inquiring, serious register. "I mean, this is like the third time you've reacted like this. Is there something I'm supposed to know about?"A sudden,