Ethan Cutkosky Net Worth Novels & Stories

A calculating, greedy smile crept onto Ethan's lips as he pondered. "Now that someone as affluent as Bruce Yates has wed my daughter, I can now seize this opportunity and demand three times the usual sum that Rascal offers to me out of sympathy. Stacy proves to be valuable, and she will be the key to unlocking a fortune in my twilight years," Ethan chuckled inwardly. "You will amass wealth swiftly, Ethan Hills. Just watch and see how things turn out for your own good.” "Are you good?” Bruce asked. Jolting out of his thoughtful trance, Ethan reacted with a wide smile, "Yes. yes, I am,”

Moreover, Ethan received assets worth around two billion dollars as compensation too. Ethan let out a long sigh, and he said, "You call the shots, boss, but I won't accept Joel's money." "Are you stupid? Why won't you accept the money?" Wilbur asked. Ethan replied, "I will feel uneasy with his money. It's dirty money." "Ethan, if I place two sets of one hundred dollars here, can you tell me which one is clean? Or which one is dirty?" Ethan was instantly speechless.

I asked. "You know he is the richest in our country and the third richest in the world according to Guinness world record. " "So, what are you saying exactly?." "So, he can make sure that Ethan buys an empty shell company, and when everything settles down, he can buy it back and gift it to you. I assume you have your own plan on how to deal with that scumbag and sluty couple?." "You know I do. I am going to give Ethan the wedding of his life."

“Very secure, private beach, a helicopter pad for fast travel. Far enough from the city for privacy, close enough for business when needed." “Helicopter pad?” Sophia repeated, shocked. Ethan grinned. “Just wait until you see the recording studio. I had it built hoping one day I’d have family to share it with.” Sophia shook her head slightly, overwhelmed. “I don’t understand how you can afford all this. I mean, I know you said you’re successful, but…” “Dante Industries is worth about thirty billion dollars,” Alexander said calmly. “My personal net worth is around eight billion.” Sophia blinked. “Billion? With a B?”

Reana continued to speak out about the information she had investigated. "Maybe the TWV pays him more than the military." Glenda laid out the food on the table while voicing her guess. "Maybe. Because the owner of that hospital is billionaire Ethan Frank, he rarely shows his face." Jethro said. "Ethan Frank?" Conal and Reana spoke in unison, their faces suddenly changing. Then the two of them looked at each other as if they had guessed something. "Are you sure it's Ethan Frank?" "Sure. I met Ethan once at a business party. He's very stylish. What impressed me about Ethan was his platinum hair, which was very eye-catching."

“How much, Ethan? I need to know. You don't have to hide the exact amount from me.” “Eight hundred thousand dollars” I blinked, stunned into silence. Six hundred thousand dollars ? That's a whole lot. That's really a lot of money. I mean, how could you do that. How could you make that kind of mistake?”. “I didn’t think it would go wrong,” Ethan said. He was already looking miserable as he narrated his ordeal to me and I felt worse. “I thought I was doing something good for us, for our future.” I stood up, unable to sit still any longer.

Ten years of raising him, and all I got was a mumbled apology. Something twisted in my chest, but I forced it down. Ethan reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a folded paper, holding it out to me. I didn't want to take it, but he just stood there with his arm extended, like he'd wait all day if he had to. I sighed and grabbed it. My eyes skimmed the page—estates, land deeds, bank accounts overflowing. Generational wealth stacked higher than most wolves could imagine in ten lifetimes. For Ethan Brooks, it wasn't generosity. It was leverage.

His dark hair was slightly tousled, his skin was fair, his jawline sharp, and even though he sat on a wheelchair, there was no mistaking he was tall. But it wasn’t the man alone that drew everyone’s attention. It was the sleek, black, electric wheelchair. The kind of thing that whispered power instead of pity. Two men stood silently behind him in matching suits and dark shades. Mrs. Sterling’s entire demeanor changed. “E-Ethan… Mr. Ashford! You’re here already?” she stammered, the earlier arrogance disappeared. “Yes, I am,” Ethan replied simply. Ethan Ashford, the twenty-five-year-old multi-billionaire, CEO and founder of E&A Designs—an interior design and decor company ranked among the top

Ethan said with a defeated look “Our engagement was my redemption, seal the deal and get me on father’s good books again. You know what he’s going to think when he learns about this, I can’t keep a woman, how the bloody hell am I going to keep the company” Jackson smiled, slicking his ginger hair backward while he enjoyed his brother’s rant “That’s a pretty valid conclusion, judging from the fact that you lost the company a 30 billion dollar deal” “Shut up” Ethan flashed suddenly getting up “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Sue glared at him. “Okay then, make the call,” Ethan said, his tone so calm that the old man thought he might have underestimated Ethan and Nina. But now he was even more curious to find out if Ethan could manifest four million since everyone knows that he was a servant and only became a Rider last night, at the party when Harrison was forced to acknowledge him because of what he and Nina did. ‘There’s no way he just has four million laying around.’ Mr. Sue thought, knowing that fifty percent of his share in his company was worth more than four million. ‘Where would he get it from?!’