Novel & Cerita Ethan Edwards

the middle man asked without blinking an eye. Agad naman napakunot ang noo ko sa tanong nito. Are they trying to say that once I got engaged officially on Lord Ethan that I would need to covert a faith? But didn’t they know that the House Edwards stayed neutral and didn’t once have a deity they believe in. Not even a part of the main family branch did ever they have faith.

Slade knew if he wanted Cedrick to be his son-in-law, he naturally had to find out about him, so he asked Ethan to investigate him when Cedrick was in a coma and just woke up. Today, Ethan just came back with the information that he had found out. Ethan had been working for Slade for more than twenty years. Even though he went to the outside world many times, he still had great respect for Slade in his heart. “Mr. Swan, I have made a thorough investigation of Cedrick! I’ve found shocking news. He is a real dignitary, and people in the outside world dare not provoke him. This time, Miss Swan may be..." Ethan spoke for about fifteen minutes, and Slade listened carefully for fifteen minutes.

And that was when I saw him—Ethan Atwood in the flesh, standing near one of the auction tables, engaged in conversation with a small group of people. In person, he was even more striking than in his photograph. Tall and broad-shouldered, he carried himself with easy confidence. His dark hair was neatly styled, and his gray suit was impeccably tailored to his athletic frame. I nudged Isaac. “That’s Ethan Atwood, isn’t it? The philanthropist?” Isaac followed my gaze, and I felt him stiffen beside me. “Yes,” he said curtly. “I read about him in the paper this morning,” I went on. “His foundation just donated millions to education programs for underprivileged children. He seems like someone we s

Rachel replied, her voice filled with cautious optimism. Liam nodded, glancing back at her. Just then the door to the hospital room opened and Aretha and Ethan walked into the room. Ethan was dressed in a sharp business suit, with a dark gray jacket and matching pants. His white shirt was crisp, and he wore a simple black tie that added to his polished look. Everything about his outfit spoke of professionalism and confidence. It was expected from him, as he was the Vice President of Carrington Investments, a position that carried weight and responsibility within the family company. His demeanor reflected not only his role but the future expectations placed on him.

Just this hollow ache. Like something ended for real and my body doesn’t know what to do with the empty space yet. My phone buzzes. My heart jumps before I can stop it. But it isn’t him. Mara. Just a link. No message. I frown and tap it. The article loads slowly. Bad reception. Then his face appears. Suit perfect. Expression controlled. Same Ethan. Different headline. ETHAN COLE STEPS DOWN FROM COLE GLOBAL. HEIR WALKS AWAY FROM FAMILY EMPIRE.

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.

Just as he was about to kiss me again, I halted him and looked at his phone. "Why don't you answer the call?" I asked, and he averted his gaze, avoiding eye contact. I couldn't help but wonder who had called him to provoke such a reaction. Curiosity got the better of me, and I picked up his phone, discovering the name "Drake" displayed on the screen. "Who is Drake?" I inquired, and he simply stared at me, his voice filled with anger. "He's a long-time friend, a betrayer. I've told him never to call me, and I don't feel like answering his call."

"Let me reintroduce myself, Victoria." "My name is Ethan Hayes. I'm the beneficial owner and controlling shareholder of Hoff Capital—the largest hedge fund in the world. The largest individual shareholder in HE Group. And the majority owner of this little soon-to-be-public company of yours." "Now. Why don't you and your... employee, Mr. Brooks, explain to the police exactly what happened to that body out by the trash can?" The doors burst open. Uniformed officers poured into the lobby.

Some time later, something happened to Ethan. One of his friends called to tell me. "Ms. Bennett, Ethan's in the hospital. Could you come see him?" It was Jack, his voice urgent, the noise of the hospital behind him. "What happened to him?" "The cut on his forehead still hasn't healed, and there's the stomach pump, and he gave two bags of blood. Then a few days ago he went out drinking, drank until his stomach was bleeding, and collapsed in his apartment. Someone from the building found him after he'd already thrown up a lot of blood."

I asked him standing up immediately with my car key “Yoo! where the fuck are you going?” Eden asked “Are you guys crazy? You fucking want me to sit quietly and let Taylor date some other guy? you know I'm not gonna let that happen” “That's what I'm talking about that's the Liam that I know” Ethan smiled and they both stood up “So where are you going right now? Do I need to getting my boxing gloves” Eden flexed his muscles “Idiot no one is fighting” Ethan smacked his head