Ethel Cain Genius Novels & Stories

Ethan finished, his brows locking in a subtle frown. Silver West was a genius. Everyone knew that part. What most people didn’t understand was that brilliance, when pushed beyond human limits, always demanded payment. One of the few prices she had to pay for being too brilliant was OCPD. Ethan couldn't imagine a stranger in her private space. Not to mention, this stranger made him feel uneasy. She turned at last, her expression composed, serene even. “I’m fine, Ethan.” Her reassurance did little to ease him.

But Alexander’s legal team was prepared, dismantling Richardson’s claims piece by piece. It was Emilia, however, who delivered the final blow. “Miss Hart,” one of the board members said, addressing her directly. “As someone who was initially drawn into this arrangement for business purposes, do you believe Mr. Cain acted ethically?” Emilia stood, her voice steady and clear. “I believe Alexander Cain is one of the most ethical men I’ve ever met. He may not always show it, but he values honesty and integrity above all else. The idea that he would stoop to insider trading is not only false—it’s insulting.”

"If Cain is a prototype, why did Silas leave him out here? Why not keep him in New York or Brazil?" ​"Because Cain is unstable," Eniola answered from the shadows of the cabin. She was wrapped in a traditional tuareg tagelmust, only her piercing silver eyes visible against the indigo fabric. "Silas didn't just want a successor; he wanted perfection. When Cain’s genetic markers began to degrade, causing the scars and the neurological glitches, Silas panicked. He didn't kill him—he locked him away in the most remote place on Earth to use him as a living archive."

“You were the one who made him sick in the first place, right? I’ve thought about it a lot over the past couple of years. I can’t think of how else it could have happened.” “What? Poison a king just so I could heal him and gain his favor? Does that sound like something I’d do?” There’s a weighted silence, but then Ethan huffs a laugh. “Aye. I thought as much. You really are a piece of work, Blake.” “Thank you.” I hear the smile in his voice. Ifeelit. “It’s not a compliment,” replies Ethan—and yet, I think that it is. “Your pet is awake, by the way,” says Blake.

I stand again, pacing, trying to make sense of it all. Dahlia Adams, no longer the lost, helpless woman I once knew, but a millionaire, a ruthless CEO with the world at her feet. How the hell did she get here? Who helped her? It’s impossible she built this empire on her own, starting from nothing. There’s a gap in the timeline, a leap from the moment she left me to where she is now, and I intend to find out how she made it. I’m Ethan Caine. Nothing escapes my notice, and Dahlia, of all people, won’t be the exception. Seeing her today… it shook something loose inside me. I dropped into my chair and pulled up article after article about her.

He told her. "If you do that, you wouldn't be seeing him today. I'm his right hand. The person after him. I could put in words for you to enable the meeting hold today, if you want me to. Otherwise, I'll return to my office," Caitlyn voiced out with her usual smile. Martin clenched his teeth and his fists in anger. The smile she held irritated him. To be the right hand of lawyer Bernard, she must be extremely smart and intelligent. Martin despised smart women.

“Something smaller. Hidden. Inserted beneath the skin maybe… or designed like a tattoo sticker that can’t easily be noticed or removed.” Silence. am Then— “That’s genius!” Evelyn exclaimed immediately, her face lighting up with pride despite the tears forming in her eyes. She cupped Ethan’s face carefully. “I always knew my son was a born super genius.” Ethan smiled shyly, his ears turning slightly red. Even Adrian looked impressed. “That idea is actually revolutionary,” he admitted honestly. “But right now, your only job is recovering.” He leaned forward slightly. “Once you’re healthy, I’ll give you every resource you need to make it happen.”

That can’t be the only reason, and I suspect Rafael didn’t believe her either, hence the long discussion. “Did someone pay you?” I ask. Ethel glances up from her plate and shakes her head. “I just knew a better way to do it.” “How did you do it?” “I put Benzos in her wine, waited until she passed out, then I injected insulin under her tongue. No one usually check for needle marks under the tongue. It's a difficult spot,” Ethel says almost proudly. "You have to do it juuuust right." I stare at her, trying to process the sheer genius of her assassination plan. No one will go looking for a cause of death, that’s the thing. Clarissa was a known drug addict. There were drugs right next to her on

My childhood friend and I had built a company together for seven years, and my proprietary algorithm was what kept the entire business running. However, his new girlfriend started targeting me the moment she joined the company. "Why does some nobody in data deserve 80,000 dollars? All you do is plug things into templates and run a few programs. Your salary is cut to 2,000 dollars from now on. You'll only handle basic data processing. I'll take over the core model." My childhood friend said nothing, silently allowing his girlfriend to rip me a new one. When I noticed that, I didn't argue. I simply agreed to the pay cut. A week later, the company's regular clients saw their conversion rat

“Evelyn, don't. Shut up!” “She has a right to know, Gabriel. You know it’s true.” A thick, suffocating dread spread through the forest. Ava’s pulse quickened to a painful, erratic beat. “What does that mean? Cain was the first. He was the anchor.” Evelyn looked directly into her eyes, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow cut through the howling wind. “It means Cain wasn’t the first successful subject. He was just the first one who survived with his mind intact.”