Go Far Away Novel Clara And Ethan Novels & Stories

But Ethan, fueled by anger and desperation, dismantled them with ease. Pushing past the guards, he reached the door. His breath hitched—not from fatigue but from boiling rage. Claire was behind that door, his Luna. But when he kicked it open, the room was empty. The chill in the air felt like a mockery. “No way,” Ethan whispered, his voice hoarse with surging emotions. His fists clenched so hard his claws nearly pierced his palms. What Ethan didn’t know was that Christopher Gale had already taken Claire away. “Damn it! How could that bastard do this to me?!” Ethan roared, his frustration echoing through the empty room.

She instinctively moved further away from him and looked outside the car window to avoid any unpleasant situation. The last thing Claire wanted was to further annoy the iceberg man sitting next to her in the huge and expensive car. Chase and George also got into their car and followed Ethan's car. Of course, they also wanted to know the reason why they were summoned to such a place by a little girl at this time of the evening. Since each of them was driving in their separate cars, it was petty quiet in each car as they followed Ethan to his Villa. Inside Ethan's car, Claire was restless. Feeling intimidated by Ethan's aura and the fact that her stomach was churning occasionally was driving h

I quickened my pace, hoping to escape their scrutiny. "Clara, weren't you just begging to go out with me just yesterday? And now you're insulting my sister? is this because I turned you down?" Ethan fired at one of the girls. "C'mon Ethan, this has nothing to do with you and I, Eva being wolfless is the thing, who knows the crime she's committed against the Moon Goddess." She blurted and they bursted into laughter. I couldn't bear it. The weight of their words, the truth in them, was too much. I broke into a run, leaving Ethan behind, seeking solace in the only place that had ever offered me peace.

in its place. "Six days," she murmured. … When Gwyneth woke up the next morning, Asher was already home. He had dark circles under his eyes, clearly from a night of too much fun. Gwyneth ate her breakfast. Asher looked at the whiteboard and frowned. "What's with the six?" Gwyneth kept a straight face. "Six more days until we leave for abroad." Six more days until she could finally end this 12-year relationship and walk away from him.

Something had shifted—something big. Noel remained silent, waiting for Ethan’s next command. Ethan loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. He exhaled sharply. "Let’s go to Farwell Villa," he ordered. Noel nodded, and the car pulled away from the grand estate. Ethan closed his eyes, mentally preparing himself. It was time to face Sherah. — As they neared Farwell Villa, Ethan’s eyes opened instinctively, his senses sharpening. But as soon as they pulled into the driveway, something felt amiss.

With just the slightest, almost unnoticeable quiver he replied, "I really need some rest. Honestly bug, I'll call soon." With some reluctance, Emma started to gather her things. "I can be here in less than fifteen minutes, you're not alone." And then with the smallest voice he heard, "I loved her too." He looked at the tears that were sure to spill any second from his loving sister. Instead, she steeled herself "Okay, I'm going but if I don't hear from you before dinner I'll be back and good luck getting rid of me." The smile she flashed would have been infectious if it wasn’t for the fact Ethan knew his world was shattered and there was nothing that would ever mend it. He simply guided her

* **Clara:** *Want me to come get you? I almost said yes. Almost asked her to come rescue me from this humiliation. But then I remembered Rebecca’s words. Six months. Build the case. Be perfect. Running away wouldn’t help. Being seen as dramatic, unstable, unable to handle a simple dinner wouldn’t help. So I’d stay. I’d smile. I’d play the perfect wife. Even if it killed me. **Me:** *No. I can handle it. How’s Ethan?* **Clara:** *Perfect angel. Sleeping. Mrs. Harmon tried to give him formula but I told her you left strict instructions for breastmilk only. She wasn’t happy.*

"Because it's no longer my life." Claire looked stunned by that. To her, Ethan was still the center; his choices, his favor, his anger, his revenge were all enough to destroy her. But to me, Ethan had already exited my life, and his guilt, his anger, his reckoning had gone with him. None of it had any claim on me anymore. Claire made to step closer. Noah came over from the far end of the hall, without blocking her from me, and only said to the receptionist, "Get security over here."