Ethan Miller And Olivia Novel Novels & Stories

While eating, there was still a bit of anxiousness leaking around my chest. "Snow," he called before sipping on his champagne. "W-what?" "Is that your man?" I stopped moving my fork. "W-what?" "You think I'm that stupid?" He clenched his jaw. "I'm well aware a coward step foot on my house today." I felt like cold water with eyes dripped on my skin. "H-how did you know?" "I'm Clayton Miller, Snow." He clenched his jaw. "Acting brave now huh?" "Clay---"

She added. "Ady I will find something to hold upon but not someone. I am not ready for this. I know you and everyone wants me to settle down and see me happy, but trust me settling down won't make me happy. I can't trust anyone, it's just so complicated."I said "Okay fine we will talk about this later but before let's go to the park before those love birds send a search team for us. I met them in the park and they were so worried about you."

Olivia had spent the past few years at Ethan’s side, gentle and attentive. She took good care of the child and obeyed Ethan in everything. A woman like that seemed incapable of doing something so cruel. “This is ridiculous.” Ethan let out an icy snort and tossed the letter onto the desk. For some reason, the words in that letter clung to him like a thorn buried under his skin. He could not ignore them. Olivia had returned at the exact moment his company began to recover.

Seeing Sara's face had caused him to be sensitive enough to think that he and his friends had hurt this young woman. Mason Clark, the young millionaire is locked in a small and cold cell in the police station of his city, he does not stop thinking about Sara, that young woman with dark hair, brown skin and very simple physique, she is not like the women around him, she is a natural woman, with a beautiful face, so he makes us suppose that she must have a beautiful smile, but Mason doesn't know if he'll be lucky enough to meet her one day. "Boy, get up, the lawyer has made an agreement with the prosecutor, you're free," says Román as he opens the bars of the cell.

Confused, Calvin thought Ethan's hostility was an illusion. He greeted Ethan with grace, "Mr. Miller, we were not expecting you! It's our honor to have you here. Marina, this is the gifted student that I mentioned—Olivia Fordham. Olivia, you should know Mr. Miller by now. And this is Mr. Miller's—" Olivia shed her meekness and put on a thinly-veiled hostility. "I know. That's Mr. Miller's fiancée." She had thought that she'd never cross paths with Ethan. But it didn't take them long to run into each other.

Olivia looks at Mia and Ethan, then winks at them with a mischievous smirk still playing on her lips and asked Ethan, "Why are you sweating? It's snowing outside. Are you okay?" Mia's mom looked at him with concern. "Are you alright, dear?" "Yes, mom. I'm fine, I think the heater is on high, that's why," Ethan said quickly, he waves his hand over at the waiter and ask for the bill, eager to escape from these two "devilish" women - Mia and Olivia - who were making his life hotter than hell. The waiter arrived with the bill and hands it to Ethan. Olivia also tried to take the bill, but her hand accidentally grabbed onto Ethan's. As their hands touched, Olivia felt a spark of electricity.

Ethan’s voice brought me back, and I turned to see his concerned expression. “It’s Olivia,” I managed, my voice barely a whisper. “Dominic’s men have her.” Ethan’s face darkened, his jaw tightening as he assessed the situation. He didn’t waste any time. “Let’s go,” he said, signaling to a few nearby pack members. Within moments, we were all moving, sprinting through the trees toward the mill as the forest blurred around us. --- The abandoned mill loomed ahead, its rusted metal walls cloaked in shadow, silent and foreboding. Ethan and I moved cautiously, our steps careful as we approached. I could hear faint voices coming from inside, and my heart pounded in my ears as we got closer.

They had endured Nuel’s scrutiny, but now they had the chance to navigate the world with intention. ⸻ Hours passed as they worked through ledgers, contracts, and letters from associates across the city. Olivia found herself drawn into the intricate web of the mansion’s influence—its holdings, alliances, and occasional rivalries. What had once seemed like a suffocating cage now felt like a complex puzzle she could begin to understand. Ethan observed her closely, noting the way her fingers traced the edges of documents, her eyes scanning every line. “You’re learning fast,” he said. “Faster than I expected.”

Olivia replied and walked away, leaving Zayden there alone. "God, that dream of the massacre is coming back to my head," Zayden muttered, staring at the door where Olivia had exited. "What if Olivia finds out the truth about her family? And what if Ariana finds out who Olivia is?" Zayden muttered, rubbing his face in frustration. ***