Novel & Cerita Ethan X Clarke

“I can’t believe this. I get to see you after so many months of a night I won’t forget anytime soon.” “Hey...hey” Ethan tried to speak silently to her. “So… are you free later? We should totally catch up like for old time’s sake.” Jessica’s fists curled in her coat pockets, her gaze fixed on Ethan. He glanced toward Jessica, caught between them. “I’m, uh… here with my daughter right now.” Clarissa followed his glance to the swings, her smile softening just slightly. “Oh. Well, maybe some other time.” She gave a little wave and walked off.

Ethan cleared his throat, setting down his fork and looking at Claire with a resolute expression. “We need to talk about the developers’ offer,” Ethan said, his tone calm but firm. “I’ve been thinking a lot about it, and I think we should consider accepting it.” Claire looked up sharply, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Ethan, are you serious? You can’t really be thinking about giving in to them. This is exactly what we’ve been fighting against!”

Ethan continued. Clara's eyes narrowed. "How do you know?" Clara demanded, her tone laced with suspicion and disbelief. Ethan chuckled, a sly glint in his eyes as he leaned back in his chair. "Let's just say I have my ways," Ethan replied cryptically, his voice smooth and confident. Clara's mind spun with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. She had never suspected Ethan of being involved in the Montgomery scandal, and the revelation sent a chill down her spine. The prospect of working alongside him, of aligning herself with someone whose motives and intentions were so shadowed in darkness, made her skin crawl.

Meanwhile, Lucas didn't even bother to say hello, instead hiding behind Clara as if watching a show. I smiled generously and replied, "Sorry, this is a custom piece from Saint Laurent. It's not surprising that you've never seen it before." Laughter bubbled around us, and Clara's face soon turned red. She was about to retort when Ethan stepped forward and introduced himself. "Nice to meet you. I'm Ethan Hurrix." Ethan's last name seemed to catch Liam off guard. He hesitated but forced a handshake. "Liam Waltz." Ethan stood half a head taller, his presence clearly overpowering Liam. Combined with his prestigious surname, Liam's unease and irritation grew.

“It happens. I’ve been focusing on myself and my career. I work for Lennox Group now.” Their reactions were a mix of admiration and curiosity. “Wow, that’s impressive,” someone said. “But still, Ethan and you were it.” Before I could reply, the energy in the room shifted. Whispers spread like wildfire, and I turned to see Ethan walk in, dressed impeccably in a tuxedo with Clarissa on his arm. Of course, I thought bitterly, downing the rest of my wine. Clarissa looked every bit the part—tall, blonde, and smug, clinging to Ethan like she’d won a prize. People flocked to them, eager to talk to Ethan, the star of the night.

I asked, my voice trembling. “Because I suppose you should recognise the reality ,” Claire stated . “Alex has been below monstrous strain , and it’s most effective gotten worse because you left. He’s been making reckless decisions, and this coping with Ethan’s organization is his manner of saving face.” I closed my eyes, the burden of her phrases sinking in. “Does Ethan recognize me ?” “No,” she stated . “And Alex is relying on him now no longer locating out. If Ethan pushes lower back or refuses the deal, it may disclose the whole lot .”

The guy name is not David ". Who else then? My brows crunched in confusion. " Ethan... Ethan Wright". He suddenly stated and my eyes widened in surprise. What could he want with Ethan? Do they know each other? Or could it be that he liked the guy? No, no... I shook my head trying to shake the thought off. Ethan said he wasn't gay, and from what I knew about Raine he wasn't either. The guy was a Casanova, a playboy. He was said to have multiple girlfriends at a time despite his tight schedule as one of the top male actors in the country.

Ethan and Clara. Clara looked incredible in a short white blazer dress, gold heels, her hair in loose waves. She was talking to a client near the bar, all easy smiles and confidence. Ethan, though, looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He stood a few feet behind her, scanning the crowd until his eyes landed on me. Ronan followed my line of sight. “You okay?” “I’m fine.” I wasn’t. I hated seeing Ethan, I hated that he was happy with her.

Ethan whispered. I looked up and nodded. "Yes, why not?" His gaze shifted downwards and that's when I realized I was gripping his arm. "Sorry." I released it.. It felt like we were inside a giant globe.Al that was missing was the snow. But instead of snow, we had golden lights. "Ethan Wilder." A man in a white tuxedo, a gruff voice and white hair and beard stopped in front of us, leaning on a brown cane and a steel wolf head. He had a glass in his hand.

In my hands. Ethan leaned closer, his voice low. “Who is it?” I swallowed. “Marcus.” His eyes darkened. Not with fear. With awareness. “That’s the man,” he whispered, “who keeps smiling like he’s already won.” “Yes.” Another knock. Firmer this time. “Adrian,” Marcus said, almost kindly, “we need to talk.” Ethan shifted, ready to move. To hide deeper. To disappear. I caught his wrist. “No,” I breathed. “Stay.”