Novel & Cerita Even After Death Novel Olivia And Ethan

Both men died from the struggle. When the Emerson family learned of the incident, they cut off all financial support and expelled Olivia. Spoiled and unprepared for life on her own, she couldn't find a job. Out of desperation, she targeted a wealthy older man to provide for her. But he had lied. He wasn't divorced. Olivia only found out when his wife came knocking. The woman assaulted her. Unable to survive in the city after that, Olivia vanished without a trace. After hearing all this, I didn't feel the satisfaction I thought I might. Perhaps it was because Hades and Olivia no longer mattered to me.

"He's going to be executed. You used him and now he's going to die for it. Does that mean anything to you at all?" Paula met her eyes in the mirror and smiled slowly. "He has already been executed, my lady. That's his punishment for thinking he had a chance with me." She shrugged one shoulder. "I would never allow someone like him near me. He was a sacrifice I was willing to pay." Olivia stared at her reflection in disgust and hate. She had known Paula had a ruthless streak. Had known she was calculating and cold and capable of cruelty. But this was something different. This was a person who could look at someone's death and still smile.

Perhaps he already had another woman and was waiting for her to be tricked so he could take the inheritance, kick her out, and live happily ever after with that other woman? Olivia thought that must be it. The novel she read just now had that exact plot. With her mind filled with the idea that Ethan was trying to kill her for money, she started to shiver. "Can't sleep?" Ethan's gentle voice rang next to her ear. When Olivia heard his voice, all she could think about was that it was the killer's final moment of mercy before ending her life. "I might have slept for too long before." Olivia asked cautiously, "Did … my father leave me anything before he passed?"

Since the former sounded way overrated, even in my head, I thought why not go for the second one? "You never gave it to me." "Then how did you get it?" Ethan asked dangling the hanky in front of us. He was smirking like a predator who has just got a whiff of its prey. "Remember our first meet at the mall?" I asked. "Of course I do." "You left it there by my side when you went away," I said lowering my voice in the last part. He took a step towards me and took my hand in his. "You have it with you since then?"

“Austin, you know what he was to me. What he would have done to me.” “I know,” he murmured, rubbing his jaw. “I know exactly what kind of man he was. I just—” He exhaled, as if trying to find the right words. “People are going to have questions. A lot of them. You celebrating his death might not look good.” I crossed my arms. “I don’t care what it looks like.” Ethan, who had been watching the exchange with his usual dry amusement, finally chimed in. “Your husband died on your wedding day, Olivia,” he said, smirking. “Your makeup should be ruined from tears.”

He didn't interrupt. He didn't offer solutions. He didn't look at his phone. He didn't tell me he was busy. He simply listened. Something Lucas hadn't done in a very long time. When I finally finished speaking, the room became silent. Terrifyingly silent. Ethan looked ready to commit murder. His jaw tightened. His eyes darkened. "I'll destroy him." My eyes widened. "What?" "Lucas Sterling." "Ethan—" "I'll destroy him." The promise wasn't emotional.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said. A pause. “He’s gone.” The words echoed. Lisha didn’t move. Didn’t react. Just stared. Ethan Cross— The man who controlled everything. The man who feared nothing. Was dead. Just like that. And in that moment no one noticed the glass of wine still trembling slightly in Lisha’s hand or the quiet storm behind her eyes. Because while the world saw shock Lisha felt something else entirely.

I dart aside, grabbing onto the mahogany bed post, as Ethan pins him down and wraps his hands around Blake’s neck. “There he is,” says Blake, on a choked breath. Ethan’s eyes are feral. All the muscles in his arms are pronounced. Fury ripples from him in waves. It is almost inconceivable that he was lying on the bed, close to death, just a moment ago. Blake tilts his head to catch my eye. There’s blood dribbling from his nose. “A little help,” he says through wheezing breaths. My heartbeat slams against my ribs. My mind isn’t processing what is happening. I feel as if I’ve floated out of my body and I’m watching from far away. Ethan was dying and Blake kissed me and now they are fighting. “W

"Amelia!!!!" Ethan's nervous as hell voice was the last thing she heard before she was plunged into darkness.

Olivia's POV I threw myself deeper into work, trying to shake off the strange fog that seemed to follow me after Ridgecrest. I kept playing it over and over in my mind. Everything seemed to remind me of the way Ethan’s gaze felt almost… genuine. My hand stopped mid-movement as flashes of the night before broke through. I didn’t want to think about the way Ethan’s hands lingered at my hips, how he felt with my legs wrapped around him, or the sweetly smoky taste of his tongue.