LOGINEthan Oliver Harrison's POV“Ohh!” I muttered when I entered my apartment. Contrary to my expectations, everywhere was clean and sparkling. I furrowed my brows, looking around, wondering what god performed this magic. Then my eyes landed on the piece of paper on my armchair. I quickly picked it up, and read it.“Good day, Mr. Ethan. I'm sorry for going to your house without informing you ahead of time.When I heard that you were suspended from playing hockey, I was worried about you, and I immediately came to pay you a visit. Unfortunately, I didn't see you, so I arranged the house and left. Don't worry about cockroaches. I disinfected the house.”I sighed in relief as I read my house-help letter. She is so considerate. I will remember to give her a bonus this month. Actually, I didn't want to employ a house-help because I liked my privacy, but Catherine had assured me that she knows an elderly woman who likes to clean and values loyalty.I dropped my luggage on the floor and sat do
Ethan Oliver Harrison's POV“Toronto….. the air is just too polluted!” Kane muttered as he drove into my building's estate.I had taken a quick nap because he volunteered to drive. “Are we there?” I asked, sluggishly raising my head. My eyes were still heavy, and I slowly rubbed them.“Sleeping Beauty finally wakes up. I thought I had to kiss you,” he said, his usual smirk back.I rolled my eyes at him and sat down properly. I looked out of the window, taking in the familiar neighborhood.“Is the United States' atmosphere purified?” I asked, and smiled as I remembered my first time traveling to see him.Kane shrugged his shoulders. “The United States is really big. And I am not a fan of traveling, so I tend to stick to New York, California, and Georgia. I can't say if it's purified,” he replied.I burst into laughter. “Three states?” I looked at him with furrowed brows. “And you claim that you are not a fan of traveling. That's a lot of adventure.”“Is it?” Kane arched his brows. “My
Ethan Oliver Harrison's POV“Fine, I will tell you the truth. I will tell you everything you want to know,” I said to Kane.“Really? Everything?” Kane furrowed his eyebrows.I nodded.“I met Lambert Clementine seven years ago. We were in the same Junior League, and we immediately became friends. He was kind to me and protected me against bullies. We trained together, ate together, and slept at the same time.Everything was perfect….. until…*****SIX YEARS AGO Ethan Oliver Harrison's POV“We'll be celebrating our second year of friendship soon. I'm so glad that I have you in my life,” I said to Lambert.We were both lying on the grass under the dark sky. The full moon was out, and we enjoyed watching it together.Lambert hummed softly, but didn't say anything.This was strange. I have noticed that for a while now, Lambert has been acting strangely. He missed training, sometimes he comes back home late, and when asked why, he lies.This was unlike Lambert, and I was worried that some
Kane Hau Alexander’s POVA week.It felt… unreal how quickly it passed.The town that had once seemed small and insignificant now felt too quiet in a different way, like it was already preparing to let us go. The ocean still moved the same, the breeze still carried salt and warmth, but something beneath it all had shifted.It was our last full day. And for the first time since we arrived, Ethan wasn’t smiling as much.The night before, he had held me in his sleep, begging me to stay in HIStory town with him. I had massaged him till he fell asleep, but he kept sleeptalking, complaining of loneliness.---Catherine’s restaurant was lively that evening.The television was on, broadcasting a hockey match, and the small space was packed with faces I was starting to find familiar. Laughter, arguments over plays, the clatter of plates…it all blended into something warm and grounding.No one knew who I was. They had no idea that I was Kane Hau, Ethan's biggest rival, yet they welcomed me and
Kane Hau Alexander's POVI looked at the six people in the restaurant, and I smirked. They actually chose the wrong time to mess around.Crazy people think that they are ruthless narcissists, but only because they haven't met a psychopath… oh, I meant sociopath.When I was ten years old, my parents promised to attend my birthday party, but they didn't come because a friend of theirs had a dinner party. I was heartbroken by this, and I cried in my room all day.When my parents finally came back home two days later, they gave me a wristwatch. The same birthday gift they've been giving me for years.That day, I lost my temper, and I angrily broke my parents’ heirloom vase. I destroyed properties worth thousands of dollars, and when my siblings finally found me, my mouth was covered in blood. Ten-year-old Kane had killed his parents’ favorite pet dog.I didn't know why I killed the dog, but I wanted my parents to feel pain. I wanted them to know that they were horrible and that they deser
Ethan Oliver Harrison's POVHe pouted his red lips, and his eyes squinted, wrinkling his nose. His hands were on his waist, and he looked wet from playing in the ocean. His long hair was let down, and the wind carried it.He must have noticed that I was staring because he turned to face me, his brows raised.“Is something on my face?” He asked curiously and touched his face.I looked away. “There.” I pointed towards a rundown building.We were standing on a hill, so we could easily see everywhere in the town.“That used to be my high school,” I explained, and a smile settled on my face. “Until one day. About eight years ago, the school was suddenly caught up in a fire. Nobody got injured, but the school crumpled, and a body was found two weeks later.”Kane's eyes widened. “You said that nobody got injured. Where did the body come from?” He asked.I smirked and gave him a cryptic look. “Guess…”“You…you didn't kill anyone, did you?” He stammered, his eyes scrutinizing me.I burst into







