Ethan Ch Novels & Stories

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“That should make you happy.” Elena grinned at this new piece of information. “Oh, so you're dreaming about him?” “This conversation is ending now,” Laura informed her. She smiled, but it was the smile an alligator gave before eating its victim. “Wait, wait, wait... Ethan?” Elena asked. “As in works with Carter at W Motors and has a secretary Ethan?” “Yes,” Laura replied. “So?” “As in Ethan White, co-owner of W Motors and ultra billionaire? That Ethan?” Elena looked like her eyes might pop out of her head.

“You couldn’t find out a reason why?” “There’s nothing documented about it,” Max answered. “So, if there’s a reason, he’s keeping it locked inside.” Walter’s frown deepened and he scowled. He didn’t need Max to tell him the reason behind Ethan’s motives; he already knew. It was obvious. Irene was the daughter of Gavin Landry, the most powerful Lycan Chairmen in the world. Ethan wanted to become an Alpha and the best way for him to do that was to get to Gavin through his daughter.

His gaze landed on Ace, relief flashing across his face. “Ethan,” Ace said without looking away from me. Ethan’s eyes flicked to Sophie and Zane, then back to Ace. “Your ten o’clock is here,” he said carefully. Sophie blinked. “Ten o’clock?” Zane frowned. “Wait—” Ethan turned to them politely. “You must be Mr. and Ms. Carter. I’m Ethan Hayes, Mr. Grant’s personal assistant.” The room went dead silent. Sophie’s face drained of color.

Soon, Don returned with some men. Ethan’s face had been so badly burnt, it was no longer recognizable. Since he had the same build as Alejandro, Ethan had hidden his past from the public and undergone numerous plastic surgeries. Appearance-wise, he had practically become Alejandro Smith’s twin. To make his disguise even more convincing, he had destroyed his own fingerprints.

The computer screen came to life, and his face met me. The beautiful man who held my heart is looking straight back at me. Funny thing is, he doesn’t even realize it. Evan Giovanni Carter, CEO of Magnus Constructions, thirty-four years old, born on the 18th of October. Adopted by Dr. Jacob and Dra. Olivia Carter at the age of four. Harvard Alumni, with a degree in civil engineering. He started as a freelance contractor, the humble beginning of one of the most successful construction companies in New York City.

Ethan prepared his recorder he needed for interviewing and approaches Allen first. "Good day Mr. Allen Kye Collymore, I'm Ethan Rhy Verlice, a news writer from EBK." Ethan introduced as he showed him his I.D. Allen rise an eyebrow before nodding in confirmation, knowing he's the guy who's with Primo in the convenience store last night.

The guy name is not David ". Who else then? My brows crunched in confusion. " Ethan... Ethan Wright". He suddenly stated and my eyes widened in surprise. What could he want with Ethan? Do they know each other? Or could it be that he liked the guy? No, no... I shook my head trying to shake the thought off. Ethan said he wasn't gay, and from what I knew about Raine he wasn't either. The guy was a Casanova, a playboy. He was said to have multiple girlfriends at a time despite his tight schedule as one of the top male actors in the country.

I asked him immediately. He only smirked and stood up. He was dressed in full corporate attire. The black polo suited him perfectly, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Three buttons were undone beneath his coat, revealing a glimpse of the small tattoo on his collarbone. His man bun only made him look more infuriatingly handsome. What the fuck are you saying, Selina? “Nice to meet you, Ms. Moretti. I’m Ethan, Chairman and CEO of Winchester Armory,” he said casually, extending his hand toward me.

She gasped inaudibly, masking her surprise. The figure stepped down; his polished black loafers clinked confidently on the tiled roads. He closed the door of the car, then rested his back on it, staring carefully at Fiona before he cleared his throat and spoke. "Fiona Robinson, right?" The man's voice was a deep baritone, laced with confidence. Recognition dawned on his face, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "I’m Ethan. Ethan Miller," his hand outstretched towards Fiona for a handshake.