Ethan Cutkosky Net Worth Novels & Stories

On the day the Life Center was established, she and Ethan cut the ribbon together, and then she suddenly announced, "The Director of the Life Center is... Ethan!" Ethan was startled, and in his shock, he almost stabbed himself in the thigh with the scissors. He knew his abilities, even though he had seven doctoral degrees, a post-doctorate diploma, and even the number one expert title from the American Academy of Sciences, none of these were obtained through his efforts but were all bought by Betty at a great cost.

Ethan’s voice rumbled from the hallway. He walked in, wearing fresh sweatpants and a tight black t-shirt that clung to his bandaged ribs. He looked tired, but the movement was fluid. The limp was gone. "Secured," Lucas said. "The Evans estate, the tower, the accounts. It’s all Silverclaw now. We are... substantially liquid, Ethan." Ethan walked over to Emily, ignoring Lucas. He kissed the top of her head, his hand resting casually on her hip. "Good. Liquidate the Evans estate," Ethan ordered, pouring himself coffee. "Sell the furniture. Sell the art. Sell the cars."

"Oh, I'm sure she'll be here any second. Sit down and relax while we wait." Ethan sat where the place card held his name and asked his mother, "Where's dad?". Of course. his parents would have arrived together. Her answer was, "He said he had a little business with Beta Hanson, he should be back soon." This sounded perfectly acceptable to Ethan and he was finally able to let himself relax. That feeling of relaxation didn't last long. As Ethan was admiring the way the mirrored centerpieces seemed to light up the lilies like they were the stars of the show he noticed Katie's place card. His heart began to beat rapidly, of course Katie would be with them at the head table and not with her own m

"Let me get you a drink. He told us both to stay away, and when a wolf is that emotional, it's best to give them space." Ethan scowled, his mind racing. "You really have no idea what’s wrong with him?" "Not a clue! He was sharp as a skate when he walked in this morning. Why else would I think you were the one who broke him?" Ethan followed Jess into the lift, the silence heavy between them. "Where did he get three hundred million credits, Jess?" Ethan asked, his voice low. "He cleared his debt with Silvercrest today. My accountants tell me his cash flow shouldn't allow for that kind of payout."

"Five million?! You're out of your mind, Vance! You expect me to hand over five million dollars on a word from a man who's supposed to be bankrupt?" "Then keep your money and watch Julian Sterling eat your market share tomorrow," Ethan said coldly, making a sharp gesture to Marcus to close the briefcase. "We're leaving." "Hold your horses, boy," Karras growled, his face darkening as he slammed his palm onto the table. "You want five million? You don't get it for free. You play for it." Ethan paused, his hand lingering over the steel handle of the briefcase. He turned his head slowly, his eyes burning with a dangerous, electric light. "Name the stakes."

“The Blackwood Academy, a place where Elites connect to Elites and the rich get richer” RECAP: Ethan is kidnapped and held in Caspian Blackwood’s custody. What does he want from Ethan? ♠️ ETHAN ♣️ I knew exactly who he was—Caspian Blackwood. I’d seen him on business news countless times. The youngest billionaire on Forbes. Not even in his forties, yet already overflowing with experience and power. “Ethan La Rosa,” he called calmly, hands tucked into the pockets of his tailored trousers.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Ethan didn’t answer. Instead, he took out his phone and, with a few quick taps, opened a live stream. Within seconds, over 20,000 viewers joined—because this wasn’t just any stream. It was on TrendCast, a platform Ethan had quietly acquired the day before for $120 million, giving him full control over its algorithms. The moment he went live, the stream was pushed to the top of trending in the country. Viewers poured in, curious about the “Breaking Campus Drama.”

People danced like their lives depended on it, and for one night, I wanted to be one of them. At the bar, I ordered something strong and downed it in one gulp. It burned, but the sting was welcome. I leaned back, letting the world blur around me. “Rough day?” a deep voice asked, cutting through the noise. I turned to see him—Ethan. Everyone in the city knew his name. CEO of Meadow Textile, heir to a fortune, and the kind of man who could make headlines by just breathing. He looked out of place here, his tailored suit a stark contrast to the chaos around us.

Those are the only times I know that I lost contact with Kyrie’s business. “Well, at least, now you know. So, worry not.” Ethan shrugged at me. “It wasn’t the only company he invested in, you know? He also invested in other huge businesses in the country and even abroad. The last time I checked, he was earning millions per month. I don’t know if it’s still the same ‘til now or it went higher.”

He looked like a formidable opponent in battle, a battle where even weapons fight for their own life against him. “Boss?” Ethan’s voice tore his attention from the city. He crushed the cigarette under his foot, walked over picked up the papers lying down on the glass mahogany table. “How much did he take?” He picked another cigarette up, lighting it up and smoking the life out of it. “Something along the lines of a million dollars, Boss,” Ethan confirmed in fear. He was afraid that his boss would lash out at him.