Novel & Cerita Ethan X Clarke

I don't want to complicate things between is any further Okayyyy Ethan's planning something big 😁😁😩😩 Watch out Ava

Back in the city, Claire stood over her desk, staring at the final unsealed file. She hesitated. Then opened it. Inside was the full donor list, the final hidden page. She scanned the names. And froze. The largest contributor. The man who funded Whitlock’s scholarship shell program. Ethan Harper Sr. Ethan’s adoptive father. Claire’s lips parted in disbelief. She dialed Ethan. Straight to voicemail. She left one word: “Call me.” Elsewhere, in a high-rise suite overlooking the city, a man poured two glasses of scotch.

“She’s going to talk to me today or I’m not moving from this spot.” “She doesn’t want to see you,” Clarissa shot back. “Get that through your head.” “What the fuck is going on here?” I demanded. Both of them turned toward me. Ethan’s face twisted the second he saw me. Fury burned in his eyes and I could already tell that he was not here for some calm conversation. “You fucking bitch,” he spat. Clarissa stiffened instantly. “Watch your mouth.” Ethan ignored her completely, stepping forward like he’d forgotten she was even there. “You really had the nerve to gaslight me the other day,” he continued, his voice rising, “when you knew you were fucking our professor the whole time?”

Anything to keep my mind off him. That’s when Ethan slid into the seat next to me. Ethan Ramirez, the guy from my art club who was always cracking jokes about the teachers and sketching ridiculous caricatures during breaks. He was harmless, easygoing, with a mop of curly hair and a smile that could light up a room. We weren’t close, but we’d bonded over a shared project last week, and he’d been friendly ever since. “Hey, Clara,” he said, dropping his backpack with a thud. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Rough day?”

For five years, Claire Carter mourned the twins she believed were dead. Blaming herself, she clung to Ethan, hoping another baby could save their marriage. Instead, he shattered her with one question: “Have you looked at yourself lately?” Then Claire discovered Ethan had another family: Olivia, the woman Claire had rescued and trained, and a five-year-old son who called him Daddy. While Claire grieved, Ethan and Olivia lived as a perfect family. But the betrayal runs deeper. The grave Claire visited for five years may not hold her twins. Now pregnant again, Claire chooses divorce, reclaims her company, and exposes Olivia. The grieving wife is gone. In her place stands

I gulped down the fruity beverage with one sip and almost choked at the end. Mr Arrogant patted my backside until I felt good enough and then he came to my view, still smiling like he won a war. He came close and whispered in my ear "You know, you look absolutely hot when you are angry and well I am "Ethan Maxwell" not "Mr Arrogant." Saying this with an amusing expression, he kissed my cheek like no one was watching and dropped my hand from his gentle grasp. Ethan walked to the spot where Elle, Mrs Maxwell, Victoria were chatting.

Satisfied, he placed the phone back into his pocket, refocusing his attention on Camila. Camila's eyes narrowed slightly, observing Ethan's interaction with his phone. A flicker of curiosity crossed her face before she finally spoke, her voice laced with intrigue. "Everything alright?" Ethan's features softened, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Yeah, everything's fine. Just a friend checking in. But let's get back to us. So, about the contact..." "Can I know your full name?" Camila asked almost immediately. Ethan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, caught off guard by her unexpected request. He leaned back, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Ethan Whitlock," he replied, off

She just sneered. "I knew I wasn't your favorite friend but I never thought you thought so little of me" she fired at me. I held my head in my palms. I have a headache already. I don't need this__ still confusion laced my face. "What do you mean Clara we are friends" I leaned on the counter. She scoffed "_ Ethan Andreas is the Ethan Andreas from highschool? You love him, Damien is back, all of this happened I was right beside you but I wasn't important enough to know?”she laughed statistically.

There was no way through. Ethan’s eyes narrowed as he focused on the heart. “I can create a diversion, but it’ll only last for a few seconds.” Clara’s heart clenched at the thought. “Ethan, no” “I’ll be fine,” he said, cutting her off. “Just make sure you take it out.” Before Clara could protest further, Ethan’s body began to glow with a brilliant light. The creatures hissed and recoiled from the radiance, giving him the opening he needed. With a fierce roar, Ethan charged forward, his entire being blazing with energy.

I said as she dropped the empty glass and took my arm. “You didn’t need to.” She responded and we started towards the hall. “If it isn’t my ex fiancé and my step-brother. What an awful picture.” Ethan said, coming to our side, Clarissa’s hand on his arms. “If it isn’t my cheating ex and his handbag. I need a pack of bleach to clean my eyes.” She shot back and I snickered. “Whatever makes you sleep at night.” Clarissa said, and I noticed Jocelyn could not meet Clarissa’s eyes. I wasn’t the only one that noticed it and Clarissa’s smile was victorious as she looked at her cousin.