Novel & Cerita Ethan Winters Face

Before I turned fifteen, I lived like a weed. Cold, damp, barely surviving. Then I met Ethan Hayes and Summer Reed. The first home-cooked meal anyone ever made for me was made by Summer. The first dress I ever owned was bought by Summer. The first birthday anyone ever celebrated for me was something Summer planned down to the smallest detail. She would carefully put ointment on the chilblains covering my hands. And she would tell everyone, over and over, that I was her best friend. As for Ethan... He was the one who pulled me away from a group of laughing street punks. He was the one who kicked open a door and rushed me to the hospital when my fever reached 104 degrees. He was the

he asked, his voice dangerously low. I pressed on, undeterred by his anger. This might be my only chance to make him see the truth. "I'm saying, if there had been surveillance cameras by Victoria's pool that day, wouldn't the truth have been revealed just like today?" "Olivia Winters!" Ethan roared, his grip tightening on my back. I gasped in pain. The brief moment of shared warmth vanished like morning dew in summer heat. Ethan immediately loosened his grip, but his anger was palpable. He stood up, towering over me, his amber eyes flashing with fury.

Chapter 33: Storms on the Horizon The fallout from the gala was swift and unforgiving. News outlets ran back-to-back exposés on Daniel Winters’ business practices, while social media roasted him mercilessly. It was a public execution, orchestrated with the precision only Ethan Cole could manage. But in the midst of the chaos, Ethan wasn’t celebrating. He was preparing for the next move. Olivia noticed it in the way he carried himself—restless, relentless, and impossibly focused.

“We need your support to expose him and reinstate Ethan.” Mrs. Whitaker smiled faintly. “I’ll do what I can, my dear. Ethan has my vote.” Later that evening, Emma found Ethan in the garden, his wheelchair positioned near the fountain. The sound of trickling water was soothing, but his expression remained stormy. “You’ve been busy,” he remarked, not looking at her. “Someone has to be,” she replied, sitting on the stone ledge beside him. “You can’t do this alone, Ethan.” He finally turned to face her, his eyes softening for the first time that day. “Why are you doing all this? You could walk away and leave this mess behind.”

"Where's Ethan?" Winter giggled behind her hand. "Don's off handling family stuff. He said you should think things over, and when you're ready to see sense, he'll let you out. "Come on, Sis, don't be so headstrong. Ethan's still got a soft spot for you. Otherwise, he wouldn't have brought you back. "Just play nice and the three of us can live together just fine." Three of us? I nearly gagged. "Winter, have you no shame? How can you even say that?"

Now this just made the once peaceful atmosphere, weird, for me! Think of something to say Rachel... Think, think, think... Ah, yes. I paused again, looking straight at him, this time not in adoration, but because I wanted to see the emotion in his eyes when he answers this question. " You were invited to this event, how's that possible? Who really are you Ethan Wright?" Ethan eyes caught mine and we stared at each other for what seemed like eternity. Ethan leaned in, and my heart beat raced. Could he possibly want to...

As Katrina and James caused a scene, I completely ignored them and kicked them out of my shop. Ethan stayed outside with them for a long time, waiting in vain for me to relent. But I never did. In the end, he had no choice but to take them back to the Snowfang Pack. Life after that was far from easy for them. Because of my departure, Ethan was utterly lost. Every corner of the villa seemed to be filled with my traces, reminding him that I wasn't just someone dispensable.

I ask, hoping I'm appearing innocent. "I thought you said you didn't like those!" Ethan takes the bag, searches it with a slow-spreading smile, and gasps in shock when he realizes the bag is empty. "Oh-my-god!" He throws the open bag at me, making me laugh out loud. "You're such a pig! You ate them all!" Ethan stands, and I silently peer up, finally noticing him having shaven his entire face. Soft skin is glistening under the setting sun, and his hair is longer, down by his pierced ears. It isn't a manly fashion statement, but it suits him.

"Coming!" … Meanwhile, Ethan had spent the past few days in a daze. He turned down all work and social engagements. He switched off his phone and locked himself inside an empty house, surviving on nothing but alcohol. Until one day, someone pushed the door open. Ethan stiffened. He stumbled toward the figure at the door like a drowning man grasping for air. It was Mira. Her whole body was trembling with excitement. She had dressed up today. She was wearing the most revealing outfit with flawless makeup, just like how she was during the peak of her fame.

He yelled holding her in his arms, Norah was fighting tooth and nails to leave his embrace. “That bitch is not my sister!” She growled at him. “Let me go, so I can kill that bitch.” “What are you doing?” I heard another voice and my head zapped to see Ethan getting out of his car, the muscles on his face tightened up in anger as he strode towards us. “From your uniform, I can see that you all attend Young Stars Junior High.” Everyone’s eyes rested on Ethan’s stylish form as he stopped just centimeters away from me.