Ethan Cutkosky Net Worth Novels & Stories

A man's sharp voice echoed, and I recognized that voice. Ethan Ronald, the CEO of the Red Group. What the fụck was he doing here in the Dark Realm Auction? He raised his paddle with a smirk. "30 million dollars." "Mmm," I gritted my teeth, knowing that Ethan was sore after he had lost the boxing challenge to Morgan at the boxing ring. This was his payback, and he raised the paddle higher. Angela trembled as she looked in the direction of the man who had raised his paddle. The hall dropped dead silent; even Morgan glanced at Ethan in shock.

Ethan resembled a teenager who got caught making out with his first girlfriend by his mother and I resembled a shaking leaf. Fun facts; 1. Ethan is a CEO of one of the biggest companies in the whole of New york. Winter Fox : Daughter of Nicholas Fox, An editor at the local Newspaper agency, a nerd and a Romance writer/ erotica (Which I rather eat my brother sock than my family finding out about it) “Get back here,both of you” he roars. We didn't need to be told twice. Ethan and I scrambled to our feet and took our respective seats ignoring the mess of the dining table.

She had plans — a research position she wanted, a paper she was writing, a quiet, purposeful life she had been building brick by brick since she was old enough to understand that intelligence was her currency and she intended to spend it well. That version of me met Ethan at a charity gala she attended as a plus-one for her roommate. He was thirty in a room full of fifty-year-olds and he moved through it like he owned it — which, in several financial senses, he did. Cole Enterprises was already one of Chicago's most recognized commercial development firms. Ethan was the young, photogenic CEO the press loved to profile. He was the kind of man that rooms rearranged themselves around. He notice

Do I— “Hey, did you find your charger?” Ethan emerges, towel around his waist, hair still wet. I look at him. Really look at him. And suddenly everything feels different. The expensive hotel room he’s kept for months. The casual way he throws money at problems. The connections he has that seemed strange for a “small startup founder.” “Maya? You okay?” “How much is Phoenix Tech worth?” The question comes out before I can stop it. He freezes. “What?”

t know that the sucker of the TNK Group released a message yesterday which said he wanted to buy this piano for 60 million! Kristen was speechless. She knew it was Gavin who had done this! Sixty million! Ethan was... stupid and rich! "I"ve been lacking in funds recently to set up a club. Besides, you haven"t played it for many years. Good sister, when the club makes money, I"ll buy you a better one! If you"re still angry, I give you 30 million, is that ok?" "Back off." “……” After hanging up, Kristen was still a little angry, but then a strange feeling came to her mind. Ethan bought a piano worth 60 million yuan at will. Why was he so nice to her?

“Thank you for having me. I was… honestly, a bit surprised to get to know you wanted to see me.” I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the desk, my fingers interlacing. “Why’s that? Your work at Evosphere has been making waves. I saw your ads everywhere too, I might add. Must’ve cost a huge fortune.” Ethan’s cheeks flushed slightly, and he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, maybe a bit too much. I’m still figuring out the balance between visibility and, well, not going broke.” My facial expression was serious and professional, I replied. “Well, do you want to get that money back?”

It was too hot to really cuddle, but this was the next best thing. “It’s steep, but only sand. Might get a broken bone, but you should survive.” Ethan looked down and shrugged. “What is your greatest accomplishment?” I asked him. “Oh, um…” He blinked a few times but seemed to be in a deep through. “Maybe opening the club. It’s my personal investment. I don’t share it with anyone. The money from my personal account is strictly from the club. I have a separate account for the income I get from the pack.” “Which account am I on?”

Well, reasons known only to him. Ethan is known as a player. Some said that he is arrogant. What do you expect from a young man who just turned Thirty recently and has acquired so much wealth at his age? He is the most successful businessman and also the wealthiest. He is known as a ladies' man as the elite women will always swarm around him. He is not just wealthy. He is very handsome. He is six-foot-three and very fair in complexion. Deep Brown hair. Blue eyes, pink lips and physic that is mind-blowing. No woman can resist his charm.

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.

"What’s the catch, Ethan? You don't do charity. You never have. You’re a vulture. Vultures want meat, not just paper." Ethan leaned in closer. He could smell the sharp tang of the alcohol and the heavy, musky scent of Caleb’s cologne—something woodsy and expensive that didn't fit a man who had just lost everything. "The catch is simple. I save the brand. I keep your name out of the headlines and your ass out of a jumpsuit. In exchange, I own the voting rights. I own the assets. And most importantly..." Ethan paused, his voice dropping to a jagged whisper. "I own you. You work for me. You report to me. You don't breathe in that office unless I give you the oxygen."