Novel & Cerita Ethan Frome Chapter 1 Summary

“Let’s see how loud you can scream when I start cutting back.” MEANWHILE, in the Farwell Manor. The manor looms beneath the indigo sky, its stone façade bathed in the warm glow of antique sconces. The car pulls into the circular drive and comes to a graceful halt in front of the grand entrance. The chauffeur steps out, moving toward the rear door. Before he can open it— Ethan appears from the shadows. His coat is undone, hair slightly tousled. His chest rises and falls rapidly, the way it only does when you’re running toward hope... or away from panic.

Certainly, I shall," Ethan affirmed. They then enjoyed a drink and engaged in conversation before parting ways. Upon returning home, Ethan appeared despondent, and it was evident from his expression that he was unhappy. Sadly, Alfie noticed his mood and asked, "Mate, are you alright?" Ethan feigned contentment, as he feared that sharing the day’s events with Alfie would subject him to ridicule, so he chose to remain silent. "I am fine; I am merely fatigued," Ethan responded. "Alright," Alfie remarked. The following day, Ethan took a shower, gathered his credentials, and sought employment at various financial institutions, but he didn’t succeed.

Ethan's deep voice cut through the tension, his words laced with sarcasm. I jerked my hand back, my face burning with embarrassment. "Oh, no, I... I was just..." I stuttered, unable to form a coherent sentence. Ethan's expression remained unyielding, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Save it, Miss Thompson. You're clearly exploring more than just the house." Then he simply raised his hand and felt the wall, switching on the lights. He was still dressed the same way he left the room but he was now holding a book in his hand.

Ethan's POV “Yes, arrange the meeting Tomorrow. Goodnight “I glance at the pills, sigh, and swallow them with a sip of water–not because I want to, but because I need to close my eyes for a few minutes. Turning off the light, I let the darkness envelope me without me realizing it. ***** I'm back in my childhood home. Smoke fills my lungs, my legs getting weak as I gasp for air, the flames spread fast with an immense energy, the heat unbearable, making my vision blur. “Williams, please! save me! Someone, please help!” I cry, biting my nails nervously. Tears stream down my face as I tremble in fear. “Ethan, calm down, I'm coming!” Williams yells back, his voice strained but filled with obvious

What proof could it give? I stood there, trembling and still. My silence only made their judgment louder. My father’s voice went low, cold. “You think you can dishonor me and sit quiet? If you will not speak for yourself, then I will give you a punishment you will not forget.” ETHAN’S POV Miles away, in the gray light of dawn, Ethan woke from a sleep so deep it felt like his body had forgotten how to move. Sweat clung to his skin, his breath shallow, the bitter taste of poison still sharp on his tongue.

Curious, I opened it right up as a shadow figure appeared bright behind me, covering up the words on the first page. “And what do you think you are doing, Ethan?” His voice cold, freezing me right on the spot.

“I’m not my mother. I do not rule my subjects by fear and blood. They will be in front of me, and they will be held accountable about their decisions. The room went still. No one dared argue further. I rose from my chair. “Prepare the holding hall.” When Rowan came back with them, the skies beyond had become as deep rolling storms crawling on the horizon. Ethan was the first to enter. He had lost his former proud air; his shoulders were stooped, his hair was dishevelled, his face was worn out. Marissa followed him behind, walking as though she owned air she was breathing chin high, and with lips curled with a knowing smile.

The smell of fried rice always cooked on my birthday. I trembled. Not because of the cold, but because the emptiness began to feel normal. I closed my eyes, trying to recall the song from my childhood. But no notes came. Only the echo of an empty place. Footsteps approached. I opened my eyes. Someone came. But not a spirit. It was Ethan. His body was covered in wounds, but his eyes still burned—angry, confused, frightened. But beneath all of that, there was something stronger. Determination.

I held back the sting in my chest and forced a sheepish smile. "No, sweetie. I was just clumsy and bumped into someone." That seemed to ease his worry a little. He wanted to say something else. But before he could, we heard the front door open. Ethan was home. I straightened instinctively. Theo quietly gripped my hand. His palm was damp with sweat. We both turned toward the door and froze. Ethan had actually come home empty-handed. Yes, there was nothing in his hand. Just like that, my heart plummeted from soaring hope into a freezing abyss. I instinctively looked at Theo.

I was intrigued by the little body movements without thinking about sex,I felt my chest loosen,I felt more free,relaxed and at peace. I noticed how she smiled with her teeth,her eyes and her chin,she had the softest smile I'd ever seen. Could this be me falling for her? Hell no! I have a goal and I can't be falling for a mere assistant. I'm Ethan. I don't fall for girls, they fall for me. This is gonna be a long journey. I let out a sigh