Even After Death Novel Olivia And Ethan Novels & Stories

If Westlife ever decided to write another Album, she was sure she would be a good muse. "Is... everything okay?" Ethan said. Alethia and Oliv both turned towards him, then looked at each other, realizing that he'd been standing there all along. "Oliv, are you fine?" Olivia suddenly felt the need to smile. She looked at Alethia and winked. "See? There's a good man right there." "Excuse me?" Ethan couldn't stop wondering what was going on. One minute Olivia was sobbing and Alethia was consoling her. The next minute they were discussing something that relates to him, but he had no idea what that was.

“ That was so off. I was confused so I tried calling him but he wasn't picking his calls, instead, he sent me some money. I became more confused and I checked his location, it was showing that they were at Mr. Oliver's private resort.” “ With my father?” “ You know he was always with your father. He didn't pick up my call that night no matter how many times I called. Ethan, a few hours later, it was all over the news that Mr. Oliver was dead, IN a fire that happened miles away from the resort.” Ethan swallowed, for a second he felt his head spinning. “ So..?” “ That was not all, the next day.” Tears welled up in her eyes. “ I received a call, that Cain was also dead.” Her voice cracked. “ Hi

"She's off somewhere throwing a tantrum, trying to make me feel guilty. It won't work. After the ceremony, I'll track her down and force her to renounce her claim." Just then, his phone buzzed. A news alert. [Breaking News: Body recovered from Moon Lake identified as Sophia Sterling, mate of Blackwood Alpha Ethan Blackwood. Authorities cite evidence of silver poisoning and suspect foul play...] The phone slipped from Ethan's hand and clattered onto the floor. The broadcast shattered Ethan's world. Sophia… dead? An agony so sharp it felt physical ripped through his chest, the mating bond searing him like a white-hot brand. A pain this sharp… It could only mean one thing. His mate was dead.

The silence in the hospital was ice-cold, pressing on me like a weight. Yesterday was supposed to be my wedding day. Right before we exchanged rings, Ethan got a call and just... walked out. My grandma, sitting in the front row, was so shocked she started coughing up blood. I begged for help, but all anyone did was laugh at my misery. I called Ethan again and again. No answer. By the time I got my grandma to the hospital, it was too late. She was gone. Ethan left our wedding for Bella. Even through my grief, I arranged her cremation and planned a small funeral. Just as it started, Ethan walked in—with Bella right there beside him.

I had successfully chosen survival. My life became a cold, meticulous routine. I avoided the pool, the north wing, and any area where Ethan might be. He also went silent. His phone remained off my radar, and there were no more late-night texts. The warning from Harrison had been brutally accurate: Ethan had probably moved on, likely consumed by the fallout of being caught with a maid perhaps.

Then this is not random No Ethan said It is coordinated The word settled heavily Ava’s chest tightened Then why hide him Why have you never said his name before now Ethan did not answer right away Caleb watched him closely Even he was waiting Because whatever came next mattered Ethan finally spoke Because Daniel disappeared after the fire Ava blinked Disappeared No records No sightings Nothing Ethan continued It was like he never existed Ava’s pulse spiked That is not normal No Ethan agreed It is not The silence stretched again Then Ava asked the question that had been building What happened between you and him Ethan’s eyes shifted slightly And this time There was no hiding it Conflict Histo

She lay on the ground and struggled with everything she had. I stood before her and said in a low voice, "Don't worry. I'm the one who sent them. Now, you can spend the rest of your life in a nursing home. It's the perfect opportunity for you to reflect on just how utterly ridiculous you were during the first half of your life." After Elena was dragged away, I went back and had someone ask around to find out what had ultimately become of Ethan. Word was that he had abandoned Elena the moment she went into debt and started working as a gigolo at a bar.

I wiped my tears away and straightened my back, forcing myself to look composed. “So, I’ll leave you in the past, too.” Then, I turned and walked away. As I passed the largest painting in the gallery, I paused. Its title was ‘Rebirth.’ In the painting, a girl ran freely under the sunlight, her back turned to the viewer, and the girl was Jane. However, in the lower right corner, almost hidden, was a small cluster of white flowers. They were lilies. Ethan once told me I was the only flower in his barren life. Now, those flowers had become nothing more than roadside decoration—something to be trampled without a second thought.