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“I want to know everything about that guy. Who he is to her, and why he’s here.” “I already did,” Luca replied, slipping him a folded sheet of paper. “His name’s Ethan Cross. I ran a background check—he’s clean. No debts, no record, no ties to anyone suspicious. Runs an architectural firm, that belongs to his Uncle.” Leo’s eyes scanned the paper briefly. “Clean doesn’t mean harmless.” “No,” Luca agreed. “But it means he’s real. Whatever’s between him and Maya, it’s not a setup. He’s not one of Valentina’s people.”

Tonight was no exception—even in the dim bar lighting, his easy smile and expensive suit made him look like he belonged in a magazine spread rather than a dive bar. Tristan slid onto the stool next to Ethan, his movements fluid despite the fact that he'd clearly already had a drink or two. "What are you doing here, Luo? Tomorrow's your wedding, and you look more like someone who's about to sign his soul over to the devil." Ethan let out a bark of laughter that held no humor whatsoever. "That's exactly how I feel." The honesty in his voice made Tristan's perpetual grin fade around the edges. He studied Ethan's profile with the sharp eyes that had made him one of the city's most successful law

“I just checked the rules. It’s easy, Ethan. They show you some footage, and you win as long as you don’t react. Honestly, you’re the perfect ringer for this. You don’t have a pulse for anything but business anyway.” Turning to the room, Tyler announced, “Let’s make this interesting! I bet my stake that he wins. Who thinks he’s going to crack? Place your bets!” Most of the people there only knew Ethan Carter as a distant, powerful figure in Silvercrest Holdings. They didn't know the man; they only knew the myth. Lisa stepped up to the plate. “I’ll bet he loses. If I’m wrong, I’ll finish three glasses of the hard stuff. If I’m right, you have to down an entire bottle!”

The morning rush kept him moving: steaming milk, grinding beans, chatting with regulars. One afternoon, a guy with warm brown eyes and curly hair ordered a caramel macchiato. "You're really good at the foam art," he said, grinning at the leaf Ethan had swirled. "Thanks. Practice. I'm Ethan." "Luke. Sophomore, pre-med. You new?" Their conversation flowed easily between orders. By closing, numbers were exchanged. Luke was uncomplicated: movie nights in the dorm lounge, walks around the lake, kisses that started tentative and grew sweeter.

"I mean, sure, I got the looks and the brains, and Lance got the... moral compass. But the DNA is there." "DNA?" I blinked. "Lance isn't just a study partner, Thea," Ethan said, his eyes gleaming with a secret that terrified me. "And I'm not just Stellan's executive." He patted Lance on the cheek, condescending but affectionate. "Lance," Ethan announced, "is my younger brother."

Soon, Don returned with some men. Ethan’s face had been so badly burnt, it was no longer recognizable. Since he had the same build as Alejandro, Ethan had hidden his past from the public and undergone numerous plastic surgeries. Appearance-wise, he had practically become Alejandro Smith’s twin. To make his disguise even more convincing, he had destroyed his own fingerprints.

Rachel replied, her voice filled with cautious optimism. Liam nodded, glancing back at her. Just then the door to the hospital room opened and Aretha and Ethan walked into the room. Ethan was dressed in a sharp business suit, with a dark gray jacket and matching pants. His white shirt was crisp, and he wore a simple black tie that added to his polished look. Everything about his outfit spoke of professionalism and confidence. It was expected from him, as he was the Vice President of Carrington Investments, a position that carried weight and responsibility within the family company. His demeanor reflected not only his role but the future expectations placed on him.

He looked up to find his best friend, Lucas Smith looking at him curiously. After Ethan went back to his room. He couldn’t fall asleep and he was still in a bad mood so he called his friend to meet him at the club and talk. Lucas Smith was Ethan’s childhood friend and best friend. Lucas was also from a rich family and he was about to inherit the family’s chain of hotels. He was tall like Ethan, handsome but very playful. Ethan scoffed and took a swig of the whiskey in a glass, wrinkling his face when it burnt his throat and chest.

I’m not clapping. Because I know better. Guys like Ethan? They don’t just stir chaos for fun. They do it because they need to. Because it’s the only way they know how to keep people from looking too close. And sure, he’s good—better than most. He’s quick with a joke, smooth with a smirk, and bold enough to throw nicknames across the room like he owns the place. And yeah, I saw Lila’s reaction when he did.

Like people are trying to collect themselves to order. I heard someone lightly working up the stairs. My ears are really great. I'm far from the stairs. I looked up and he came into view. Thank Goodness i was sitting, i would definitely fall on my ass. Ethan in all his glory. He was dressed in a blue suit , hugging every inch of his slender toned muscular arms, His jet black hair styled to perfection. He was stunning like he walked out of a magazine. I quickly got my big butt off my chair to greet him.