Ethan Quinn Parents Novels & Stories

“Quit eye-pusying him, Kiara.” “I was not eye-pusying him . . . or whatever. I need you to cover for me tonight.” “Of course, Kia. But what about his moms?” I hummed, wondering about Ethan’s moms, Julia and Helen. He has been raised by two beautiful, smart women. That’s why Ethan became too mature at an early age.

“You didn’t think to tell me your parents were rich? That your Quinn meant the New York’s Queen?” Zara swallowed hard, trying to keep her voice even. “I never lied, Ethan. I told you my parents were doing well. I didn't hide my surname nor where I came from. You just chose to assume I couldn't be above you.” Ethan laughed coldly, raking a hand through his hair. “Doing well? Doing well? That’s not the same as being fucking billionaires!” Zara managed to regain a bit of composure as Ethan distanced himself a little. “In the ten years of relationship, did you ever try to know or mend my relationship with my family?”

“You don’t have to worry too much about me, grandma. How do you feel now? Can you be discharged?” Julian snorted, swinging her face to the other side. “When do you intend on getting married and giving me grandchildren, Ethan?” Ethan’s mouth opened but words didn’t come. Julian had been the mother and father Ethan never had. Ethan’s parents died in a plane crash on their way back from a business trip. He stilled, as his head replayed their last words to him. Ethan’s mother had assured him that they would be back to celebrate his birthday with him.

Pushing the plates away, Hunter looked into Ethan’s doe eyes from across the table. “Your mommy is a wonderful person that raised such a smart boy all by herself.” He pinched the child’s nose before continuing. “She is beautiful, intelligent and fierce in business. I didn’t even know she was the CEO of CDE Group and in my eyes she was already amazing.” Ethan was pouting, studying his daddy. ‘My mommy is innocent, is my daddy fool not to see that?’

Jack asked nervously. Ethan coldly drew back his sight and said in a deep voice, "Go back." He just came back from the Queen's birthday party in Le Gabriel. He got off the plane and received a call from his father. His stepmother gave birth to a younger brother and asked him if he wanted to come. Of course, he'll come. He'll strangle that bastard himself. His stepmother fainted directly. His father was so angry that he almost had a stroke. Ethan felt dull and came out.

She will leave us one day. "It is my pleasure to stand with you two. Your parents were truly amazing. They were considered the best Royals in history. They were smart, strong, and fair. You two will do great. You will make them proud," Ethan says with pride radiating from his voice. I nod at him and flash a real grin. Ethan's love for our parents is genuine and eternal, just like ours. I stand up and stretch my limbs. I need to get to Jason. He needs me.

she said and ended the call. Ethan sat in silence wondering what to do. He wants to move on with his life. Heal from the death of his father, heal from the loss of Olivia. Jacqueline unlike Olivia is educated and business-minded. Even if he doesn't love her now, he believes he will learn to love her later. He believes she would be more than just a wife to him. She would be able to help with his business. His phone buzz snapping him out of his thought. It was his mother calling. He answered and brought the phone to his ears.

“Hold on, you knew about this? Are you working with Olivia to destroy Jessica’s reputation? To make me look like the better parent?” “This isn’t just about our appearances. F***, Ethan!” his mother sounded disappointed, her voice still firm. “It’s about securing your future. Your legacy in the Mitchell family depends on this.” Ethan shook his head, staggering backwards in shock. “How dare you talk about my daughter’s life like it is some business deal for the family?”

“So… tell me about your parents. You never really talk about them.” Ethan’s gaze dropped to his glass for a moment, his jaw tightening slightly. “My dad… he left when I was very young. Didn’t really give us a choice. My mom and I… we tried. We did our best to make it work, to protect each other. But I lost her… to cancer, years ago.” Zara’s eyes softened immediately, and she reached out, lightly touching his arm. “I’m so sorry, Ethan. I didn’t know.”

she continued lazily. Mom held Ethan's chin and met his blue eyes. "Then who must be this handsome man?" she inquired curiously. "Ask him," Celestine replied. Bombarded with doubts and curiosity, she asked. "Are you my grandson? From whom?" Ethan smiled and proudly responded. "Yes! Aunt Celestine told me that you are my grandma and grandpa! I am Blake Ethan Hernandez II, turning six years old! My mother is Amber Louise Yzabelle Ferrer and My Dad is Barack Santiolle! I was born in Italy!"