Novel & Cerita Ethan X Clarke

“You are one of the top three richest people on the Forbes list now. You have money, power, and status. You would never throw all that away. “You are just an idiot who got played by a woman. Vivian was the only one stupid enough to stay by your side.” “You still dare mention Vivian?” The rage inside Ethan exploded. His hand tightened so much it seemed like he might crush her neck. Around them, the sounds of cameras snapping grew louder. Phone flashes lit up nonstop. The assistant rushed forward and grabbed Ethan’s arm. “Mr. Ferguson, not here. This is getting too much attention.” Only then did Ethan snap back to his senses. He looked around at the crowd gathering nearby and the dozens of pho

They had an arranged marriage, but they fell in love. “I’m sorry, sir,” Oh, shit! The devil just started to talk! Someone please kill me before this gets out of hand. “I haven’t introduced myself yet, I’m Ethan Whitmore, trainee teacher at Imphal High School. I'm helping her get extra credits for college. I arrived earlier than usual today to check on her recent project and she offered me breakfast, since she was about to have hers. But I’ll be leaving now. Sorry for intruding. I’ll set our class at a later date.” Ethan gave me a look and then pointed to the door. The message was clear, “Meet me outside.”

"I only wish, darling. But this is Claire, his brilliant archivist. Isn't she stunning?" "Stunning doesn't cover it. Ethan, you better not mess this up!" Elena shouted through the speaker. Just then, the sound of slow, heavy footsteps echoed on the stairs. Ethan appeared, dressed in a sharp but casual charcoal shirt and grey pants. He was coming down for breakfast but the moment his eyes landed on us, on the laughter, and my presence at his table, his face darkened into a familiar, heavy frown. He must have even heard the call conversations.

His expression instantly became unreadable. Mr. Clarke laughed. "I knew you didn't know." For the first time all day, I found myself genuinely smiling. To my surprise, Adrian looked slightly more relaxed because of it. A few minutes later, another familiar face appeared beside us. Leon. The moment he saw Adrian and me standing together, he stopped walking. His eyes moved between us several times. Then he smiled. "Hi, Mr. Blackwood...", he greets. Adrian sighed heavily. "Hi, Mr. Clarke", he says taking a deliberate pause before saying my name. "Ethan..", he says. "Did I heard correct?", he asks.

Claire was confused as to why Ethan was angry at her question, whilst George and Chase laughed. “Uhm… Did I say something wrong?” Claire asked with uncertainty. “Of course you did!” Ethan said coldly at her before he stomped out of the private room. Claire turned her gaze to George and Chase with a puzzled look. George cleared his throat and explained… “Ethan is not married. He was referring to his two siblings, Jeffrey and Jessica.” “Oh I see--” Claire said and asked again, “So which one of you am I going to stay with?”

“Come here and meet your sister-in-law.” Ethan immediately trotted over with a smile and called out like a well-behaved golden retriever, “Sister-in-law.” Wynn was startled and turned sideways to wipe her tears while muttering to Philip, “Why didn't you tell me that we have a guest?” Philip saw Wynn’s shy look and said, “Don't worry, he's not an outsider. He’s my cousin and Uncle Tim’s son, Ethan Clarke.” Wynn quickly wiped her tears, turned to look at Ethan, and said, “Hello, my name is Wynn Johnston.”

-See, I told you it would be easy to catch her- Ethan opened his eyes and rolled onto his side leaning back on one arm. Dixon didn't answer her, just leaned over to leave a kiss on Clara's cheek. -Good morning. -Good morning, big puppy- Ethan repeated with a smile showing his fangs. Clara raised an eyebrow. -You were awake earlier, weren't you? -Since you opened your eyes- Dixon was now kissing the side of her neck- The liaison told us. -Only knowing you, you wouldn't be the type to jump into bed like a happy wolf to come wake us up and kiss us good morning, so we planned how to catch you.

After work, Ethan pulled up outside her building in a black Maybach, understated but unmistakably expensive. Claire climbed in and froze. Sitting in the back seat was a face she knew very well. Lucas. What is he doing here? Her pulse spiked, but she kept her expression neutral, sliding smoothly into the passenger seat. Ethan glanced over at her, something knowing flickering in his eyes. "Claire, this is my good friend, Lucas Kane." He nodded toward the back seat. Claire gave Lucas a brief, deliberately casual glance over her shoulder, then turned back forward. "Hm."

"The mate bond? The nights in the penthouse? Was that just part of the contract? Did my father pay for that too?" Ethan’s grip tightened. The silver groaned under his strength. He jerked the staff forward, pulling Madison into his chest. His eyes were dark, the gold iris bleeding into the black pupil. He looked tired. Worn down. "Your father didn't pay for shit. Jonathan Clarke hired me. There’s a difference." "Jonathan Clarke?" Madison let go of the staff, stumbling back. "The tech mogul? The guy on the Forbes cover? What the hell does a zillionaire want with a wolfless exile from the Cain pack?"

Nate said and Ethan scoffed “I am not showing you anything, what came up?” Ethan replied. “I fûck up and I felt like a bad person now,” Nate said and Ethan burst into laughter. “Did you think you were a good person before?” Ethan asked. “Yeah, I am better than you, though” Nate replied. “No, a sèx worker can never be better than me so tell me what happened,” Ethan said. “I found out Claire didn’t break up with her boyfriend and he caught us having sèx today,” Nate said and Ethan hissed out loud.