Ethan Cutkosky Death Novels & Stories

Mr Carter comforted her though he didn't know anything about Ethan. She put her palm on her mouth, resisting her sobs before she looked at me again. "Ethan has attempted suicide." "What?" Atlas's POV... "Are you crazy?" I really couldn't control my mouth after seeing Ethan lying on the hospital bed, having a cannula in his right hand and his other hand wrapped in a bandage. So he cut the vein of his left hand. He wasn't crazy at all, he had a brain. He knew he will not die. Then why the fuss?

Jakes responded with a rehearsed anguish that made my stomach churn. Mr. Jakes, the man responsible for the chaos that had chanced us, had maneuvered his way into becoming the new CEO of Ethan's company. Mr. Jakes, can you tell us the details of Ethan's death? It must have been a tough one for you. Mr. Jakes, can you tell us the details of Ethan's death? It must have been a tough one for you. Mr. Jakes, pretending sadness, “Yes, it's been devastating for our family. Ethan, my only son, met with an unfortunate accident, and it has been an inconceivable loss.”

Inside, I grabbed a fresh towel, wiping sweat from my chest, my eyes locking on Marco as I leaned against my desk, the weight of his urgency pressing on me. “Talk,” I said, my voice a low snarl, my patience thin. He swallowed, his hands fidgeting, his voice steady but tense. “It’s Ethan, boss. Last week while you were in Italy, he got ambushed at a workstation in D.C. while working a case. He lost four of his team mates but he survived barely.” I raised an eyebrow in utter confusion. “And just yesterday he was involved in a car accident in D.C,” Marco continued, his voice cracking. “The accident claimed the life of the guy he was with—Agent Reynolds—and Ethan’s still unconscious in the hospi

He managed to sing a song so his daughter would hear him for the last time… There when I remembered what the police told me last time about my Dad's death. They said Dad's taxi was allegedly crashed into a large tree. The taxi leaked and include that one of Dad's passengers was smoking that night, resulted in the taxi explosion. It only made me felt worse when I found out that Albus Wesley and Hailey Perelman were Dad's rides. Those two people whom I chose not to help and interfered with. Damn it! They died with my father. It's all my fault, I'm so idiot! Of all things, why did I not notice the plate number? I knew that something like that would happen. But why? Why did I not see a death sha

Daniel said, whose face also looked confused. The doctor seemed to want to explain further, but Xavier immediately understood that Ethan's vomiting of blood was not related to medical issues. "All right, that's enough! You can go," Xavier said. A moment later, Xavier rushed into Ethan's hospital room with Joss. The young man, who was not yet 25 years old, was asleep. His face looked pale, which made them very worried. While Ethan was still fast asleep, the two men sat on the waiting sofa. Joss remembered his king's words, and said, "Sir, Mr. Ethan said that the woman cannot see his tattoo. Do you think Mr. Ethan trusts us?"

He'd been kind to me, one of the few who didn't look at me like I might be contagious. From the other end of the phone, Blackstone sighed heavily: "Your father insisted he only said a blessing." His voice was tired, defeated. "He repeated it a hundred times during questioning." "We have no evidence linking Ethan's death to him." A pause. "No witnesses heard what he whispered." "According to pack law, we had to let him go." Another sigh. "I'm sorry, Skye. I tried to hold him longer." He lowered his voice to warn me, his tone suddenly urgent:

Chapter 29 – The Accusation Sera’s POV I sat in the dimly lit living room, my fingers tightening around the rim of my untouched coffee mug. The news of Ethan’s death had spread like wildfire. The entire city was talking about it—Ethan Carter, the untouchable businessman, had fallen to his death from his own penthouse balcony. The police hadn’t wasted any time launching an investigation. Of course, they wouldn’t. Ethan was too powerful, too connected for his death to be brushed aside. And now, they were looking for someone to blame.

"Thank you mate. This is hard on you." When I hear Ethan Carter’s deep alpha voice, my eyes get wet again. I don't say anything, but his wolf can feel my sadness through the phone link. "Do you want to cry, Collins?" he asks with a rough voice. "I am driving to see you right now! The hockey office doesn't matter." I take a deep breath. "I am okay. I just feel super sick thinking about how our pup almost died from that food. I can't think about how much it would hurt to lose him. I just can't..."

" Ethan honks at a sluggish car before overtaking and almost colliding with a bicycle. "Also, evidence of money laundering and bribes alongside murders he had committed were present at the scene. That same night at his family vacation house, at about 9 p.m. two bodies identified as his second son Chrollo Sylvester and a man rumoured to be the late Silas Tangshou was found..."" The car screeched to a halt. I would have slammed my chest into the car if not for the seat belt. "What are you doing?! We need to get to that press conference now!"

Ethan's voice was low. Liam tightened his grip on the steering wheel. In fact, anyone with keen insight knew that Ethan's mother's death was very suspicious. If it was just an allergy back then, how could she have suddenly died so tragically? Ethan requested an autopsy, but, as her husband, Howard disagreed. Back then, Ethan was not yet of legal age and couldn't shake Howard's authority. Since Ethan wasn't married, he never received the shares left by Mr. Douglas Sr. and his mother, so Howard never truly realized how distant and independent Ethan was. But now, Howard had to face the grim truth.