Ethan Winters Daughter Novels & Stories

He turned to her, his eyes wet but not crying, just soft. "When she died, I was 19. My father said, 'No more roses in this family. Roses are waste.' He cut her garden. He made me cold. He said love is waste. So I became ice. For 10 years, I was ice. Until Chelsea Registry Office. Until you, in Zara dress, holding plastic folder, smiling at me by mistake." Elise squeezed his hand, tears falling. "I want to name our daughter Rose," Ethan whispered. "If we have a daughter. Rose Blackwood. After my mother. And after you, my florist who brought roses back to this family."

On her wedding day, my adopted daughter, Sophie Bennett, runs off after transferring the 300-thousand-dollar down payment her fiance, Ethan Carter, has saved for their new home. A few days earlier, while sorting through her old belongings, she discovers her adoption papers. After reading too many stories about domineering billionaires and runaway heirs, she is convinced that she is the long-lost biological daughter of a billionaire. Determined to reclaim her place among the elite and marry a powerful man, she steals the down payment and spreads lies online, accusing her adoptive parents of imprisoning and abusing her. It isn't until my biological daughter appears before me that I reali

"When are you coming back for a drink, you old dog?" "Is that you, Conti?" Williams chuckles, leaning in to squint at the screen. "It's been at least six months. This world is far too small for us to be this far apart." "Your daughter is a success, her career is skyrocketing, and she's found herself a suitor who is—dare I say—almost a match for her. You've got a lot to be thankful for." "I do have a remarkable daughter," Ethan admits, his voice softening as he reaches out to pat Alice's hand on screen. "She and her mother have never given me a day of worry."

Occasionally, Sienna would run into Ethan waiting outside, and she'd glare at him with disgust. Today was a blizzard. Ethan still stood outside without an umbrella, wearing only a thin shirt. The snow was about to bury him alive, so I had someone bring him inside. Ethan staggered toward Sienna and me, then collapsed on the floor, unable to support himself. "Cindy, does this mean you forgive me? "Sweetheart, come let Daddy see you..." Sienna grabbed a teacup and threw it at him. "I'm not your daughter! If you call me that again, I'll have my real dad beat you up!"

I stretched as I thought of how to start the day, and then my phone started to ring, and I stretched my arm to get it. “Ms. Reid, good morning.” It was the detective; he sounded lively, and I don’t know how one could sound like that when we both slept around two. “Switch on your TV,” he instructed, and I let out a yawn before I reached for the remote and switched on the TV, which was positioned in front of my bed. I was shocked to see Ethan on the TV; it looked like he was having an interview. “You were right, Mr. Woods came clean.” The detective said as the phone was still pressed on my left ear while my attention was now on the screen. "Yes, Mr. Winters was my father,” Ethan said, looking

She had to wait till everything was all over then she could go back to her old life and still be her father's daughter. Ethan spends most of the time he can with his precious daughter. He never believed his daughter died along with his wife and he had hope that he would find her one day. And he did, he felt like putting a bullet in Gaels brains for killing his wife, but with the upcoming elections he could release all his crimes and get him out of the political race and probably jail, if he doesn't chose to kill him. "You?"

Adina let out a long sigh. “A few years ago, there were some rumors about Duke Winters wanting to marry Dew. I thought those were just rumors,” Ethan said, voice deep. “In this case, the Daugherty family still has a good relationship with the Winters family. Although they are not connected by marriage, the Winters family is at least willing to lend a hand to the Daugherty family when they are down. This is worth thinking over.”

Luka Lane asked, as his arm instinctively encircled my waist and steadying me. "I… I'm fine," I stammered, still shaken from shock. "I… I was just startled." The woman retreated, disappearing into the shadows of the house. "Who was that?" I asked, my voice trembling. "That’s my daughter Ethel," he replied, a weary sigh escaping his lips. "Don't mind her. She's… just being annoying as usual." "Is this… is this your pack?" I asked, my voice careful. "Yes," he confirmed. "This is the Lane pack."

Grinding his teeth, he released Olivia. She collapsed onto the floor, coughing and gasping for air. “Take her away.” The bodyguards stepped forward and dragged the coughing Olivia up from the ground. Another man carried the screaming child, whose cries echoed through the terminal. Ignoring the whispers, the stares, and the constant filming, Ethan turned and walked quickly toward his car. Once they returned to the villa, Ethan threw Olivia onto the living room floor while the child was taken into another room under supervision. “Talk.” Ethan stared down at her. “Where is Vivian?”

Ethan added before walking past John and calling the driver on his phone. *** Two hours later, Ethan was still in his office, resuming his work. Since his dinner slash meeting with Samantha was practically canceled, he drowned himself to carry out his responsibilities. He became so engrossed with the paperwork in front of him that he forgot the time. Ethan only realized how late it was when he received a call from Aiden, his employed hacker. "Aiden, report!" Ethan immediately ordered as soon as he answered the phone. "Mr. Wright," answered Aiden on the other line. "I have confirmed Samantha Davis is the daughter of General Winfield Davis. She went to military school for three years but was d