Novel & Cerita Ethan Cutkosky Death

Rich people blurred together after a while. Tristan Musk had come to the gala because his assistant had put it in his calendar and because saying no to his mother was still harder than it should have been. He stood near the bar in a charcoal suit, bored out of his skull, nursing a scotch he didn’t want. Ethan had died four years ago—quietly, in his sleep, after never waking up. The family had buried the grief under layers of charity boards and stock dividends. Tristan ran the company now. He smiled for cameras. He slept alone. The guilt had settled into a low-grade hum he almost mistook for normal.

If there's anyone who can help me with Mexico, it's Luke, and who better to find him than the CIA? --- **••** "Thanks for coming to meet me," Ethan says as I settle into the chair in front of him. "Imagine, I wanted to apologize for Justin and Josh; they're a bit suspicious, you know." I shrugged, not caring. "I can understand, they just want to protect you. I miss them." Ethan lowers his head, sad. He seems sincere, but every time I look at him, the image of him in the coffin comes to my mind. He was so pale and with bluish lips; I could swear we buried him over two years ago, but he suddenly reappeared alive in front of me.

Curled up on the couch, holding his feet closely staring at nothing. That was what Ethan did. He was still in his black suit, the one he wore for his Papi's burial. The cause of his death was still unknown, but it is suspected to be a homicide. All he could recall was the deadly sight when he had opened the door. Flashbacks of neighbors running in at his hysteric screams. Them pulling him away from his Papi's corpse. The questions of the cops, the paramedics and his funeral.

He could not go on anymore, and my heart wrenched at how lonely he must have felt. We sat together in silence, and I was about to ask if I could go in there and see Ruby when I heard footsteps. It was Cole. I jumped up and ran to him, his hands stretching to catch me midway. “Cole,” his name sounded like a plea, a prayer, a broken request, and his hands tightened around me He kissed my forehead and let go of me. “What happened?” I asked and he sighed. “Ethan is dead. He fell into the water while fighting with his brother,” he sounded strange.

I stood there, frozen, heart pounding like a war drum in my chest. His words echoed in my head, someone ended up dead. I hurried back to find my manager, who was talking to a couple of attendees near the cars. I pulled him aside. “Hey,” I said, trying to sound calm. “About Ethan…” He blinked. “What about him?” “How exactly did he die? The police—did they say anything?” My manager looked uncomfortable. “I thought I told you. They found him in his hotel room. No signs of foul play. He’d apparently OD’d. The assumption was hard drugs.”

my secretary said, entering my office. "Who is it?" "Elder Marcus from the council." I took the phone. "Marcus, what is it?" "Ivana, I have some news for you," he said, his voice heavy. "It's about Ethan." My hand tightened slightly on the phone, but my voice remained steady. "What about him?" "He's dead," Marcus sighed. "They found him last night. In the old factory district. They say he was killed fighting another group of rogues over territory."

It was deathly silent in here, and I made my way forward and leaned against the cell opposite Ethan, hearing him sigh and turn to me, looking at me in shame. "You do realize that killing Lucas wasn't much of a peace offering?" I told him, a little offended that he thought that killing the scientist would make up for what he had put me and Kacie through. "It was worth trying," Ethan spoke, and I grimaced, his voice hoarse. I wondered if he had been crying. Probably not. He struggled to show emotion since his mate died.

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.

I recognized Ethan's handwriting. 'I knew I would see you someday, so I held on to it. I hope this helps patch up some wounds I created. I'm sorry, Corey. Love, Ethan' The note said. "Whose watch is it?" Ally asked while she rubbed my back. "It belonged to my cousin Anthony. We were very close, and he was the first person I came out to. He died during our freshman year. Someone ran him over with a car and took off, leaving him bloody and unconscious. Someone took him to the hospital, but it was too late," I wiped my tears.

Ethan easily concluded Jacob was speaking about Samuel knight “I already am monster like him…. we all are…” Ethan replied in cold tone and walked past Jacob and made his way down where Alphanso was waiting for him, it was almost midnight night yet media and police team was gathered around JCB hospital like crazy, media were looking to get some juicy news while police were making sure to keep them away. Seeing Alphanso standing in corner with George (Ethan assistant) Ethan approached them “Mr. Knight” George said in sad tone “is everything ready?” Ethan questioned him “Yes! Yes! Mr knight. Everything required for funeral is ready…” he further added din same sad tone