Ethan Grayson Billionaire Novels & Stories

However, as the years passed, Dominic forgot about this. Seeing Dominic couldn't figure it out, Ethan dropped his head and laughed like a madman. "Okay, before you die, I'll do you a favor. Your father and you went to Lenox City. Your father was doing an arms trade with terrorists there. After that, that terrorist group massacred an entire neighborhood, all the people there are innocent people." At this point, Ethan's eyes were red and red. see it all." Ethan's voice was filled with resentment, as if he'd been holding this back for so long.

I don't know what I have done to Amelia but she seems mad at me. "Why didn't you tell me?" She asked, looking at me with weak eyes and I wanted to hold her for a moment. "You know my name," I said. "You didn't tell me your surname, Ethan," she accused again. "You did not ask me about it," I said, sitting beside her. It must be hard for her to accept this reality. I am Ethan Blackwood, the famous billionaire in the state. She was shocked at the name scribbled on the first page of the document.

The words froze on my tongue as my gaze locked onto a pair of piercing blue eyes. What the— Standing in front of Dad's bookshelf wasn't him but someone I never expected to see here: Alexander fucking Grayson. Alexander Grayson. CEO of Grayson Industries and the most notorious spoiled heir of Italy. The man whose mornings began with one woman in his bed and nights ended with another. A shrewd businessman gracing the covers of financial magazines for his success—and the tabloids for his infamous escapades. He wasn't just known for his corporate brilliance but for bedding celebrities and making headlines with scandals.

“You need to see the news.” Nobody moved. The assistant placed her tablet on the desk. I looked down. My blood turned cold. A new headline filled the screen. BLACKWOOD HEIR CLAIMS BILLIONAIRE CEO IS RAISING HIS CHILD. Underneath the headline was a photo. A photo of Ethan. Standing in front of reporters, smiling. And the press conference was still live.

His gaze was cold, yet his charismatic aura silenced the crowd. Kimmy’s eyes widened. That man was not the fifty-five-year-old she had been told about. Kimmy’s heart pounded harder. She truly couldn’t understand. When she finally reached the altar, the man’s name rang clearly as the pastor introduced him. “Mr. Grayson Vanderbilt Blackwood.” Kimmy froze, her eyes growing wide. Grayson Vanderbilt Blackwood. The name was not unfamiliar. The richest young man in the capital, a billionaire known for his coldness, cruelty, and constant presence in business magazines and on television. Rumors even said he often changed partners.

Ethan said. Lora suddenly raised her head and looked at Ethan with a surprised expression, "You came here with Mr. Xavier?" "Yes. Who else do I know who is rich besides him, Lora? Besides ... after I broke up with Louise, I had no intention of looking for a girlfriend. My main focus now is to build a large clinic that I can use to treat people in need," Ethan explained. Lora swallowed hard, feeling so embarrassed for having made assumptions about her boss. The girl lowered her head again and played with her food to hide her embarrassment.

The signature at the bottom sent a shiver down her spine. Ethan Grant. A name she recognized instantly. Billionaire investor. Media tycoon. A man often splashed across financial magazines, his sharp jawline and icy smile impossible to miss. A man whispered about in power circles as ruthless, brilliant, and dangerously private. Ayisha didn’t know what to think. Why would someone like Ethan Grant care about her small, ruined life? The next evening, her answer arrived in the form of a sleek black Rolls Royce Phantom that pulled up outside her house. The chauffeur stepped out, expression blank, and held the door for her.