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Because Ethan wasn't afraid of him. Not at all. Then Ethan took a step forward. Lily staying safely behind him. "Do you know," Ethan said quietly, "how many times I imagined this moment?" Silence. Dr. Laurent said nothing. Probably the smartest thing he could do. Then Ethan laughed. Not happily. Not kindly. A broken laugh. "Five thousand four hundred and seventy-six days." Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Because Ethan had counted. Every day. Every single day. Then he looked at Amara.

Then, it was Ethan's turn. He cleared his throat, his legs feeling like lead as he stood. "I’m Ethan Vale, a final-year business student," he began, his voice wavering slightly. "I was invited by my school to speak because I supposedly broke the long-standing economics record." Seeking to break the ice and settle his nerves, he winked at the crowd. "By mistake, of course." The auditorium erupted in lighthearted laughter. Ethan felt the tension leave his shoulders until a sharp, cold voice cut through the humor.

"Lucas, right? Welcome." Lucas doesn't move. He sits there, staring at the man in front of him—the youngest tycoon the media can't stop talking about. Ethan's smile is faint, polite, but paired with his deep-set features and sharp bone structure, his presence is overwhelming. Lucas is nineteen—reckless, arrogant, at an age where everything annoys him. Instead of being intimidated, irritation flares the moment he looks at Ethan. Ethan keeps smiling, looking calm, patient, easygoing.

Her hands trembled against her lap until Luca took them into his, steady and strong. “You were flawless,” he said softly. “I was terrified,” she whispered. “That’s what made it flawless,” he replied, pressing her knuckles to his lips. But even as he soothed her, his phone buzzed incessantly on the seat beside him—messages from board members, lawyers, his father, and half of Manhattan’s high society. Luca didn’t reach for it. His attention stayed on her. Ethan, however, was already on the offensive. That evening, as the city lights glittered across the skyline, his smirking face appeared on national television. He sat across from a news anchor, perfectly tailored in a dark suit, his tone meas

Lucas smirk, standing up, taking one glaze at Ethan before leaving. Lucian motioned for Ethan to take a seat. “What would you like to have?”. Lucian asked. “I am not here for that!”. Ethan bluntly declined “Why are you here?”. Lucian said, his eyes turning cold. "Let me do a proper introduction," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "I'm Ethan Deville, also known as the Vipers. And I am here to propose a partnership." Lucian couldn't help but chuckle, a low, rumbling sound that filled the room. "Oh really?" he teased, his voice laced with amusement. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Ethan's face.

This was the moment his career ended, the moment he destroyed the last of his integrity for the target. Luca was already waiting inside. The only light came from a single high window that cast a pale stripe across the dusty concrete floor. He wasn’t wearing a suit this time. Dark jeans and a cashmere sweater replaced his usual armour, casual and self-assured. “You’re late,” Luca said, his voice echoing through the vast space. It wasn’t an accusation, just a statement, spoken with the quiet dominance of someone who already knew he had won. “I had to bury my life to get here,” Ethan replied, his tone rough. He stopped twenty feet away, unwilling to step closer. “This is madness, Luca. If anyon

Lawrence said as he gave Ethan a goofy smile. "Sure. What do you expect? He has the coolest uncle ever." Ethan smiled as he took a seat on the couch with Luis still in his arms. The little guy was just looking at Ethan's face with his hand wrapped around Ethan's finger. "Actually, it will be unfair if I take the whole credit, just thank your secretary when you see her." Ethan chuckled and Lawrence's jaw literally dropped. "Ethan Uriel Morris. Don't tell me you brought a lady into my apartment?" Lawrence groaned with a frown on his face.

“He was in Los Angeles finishing a music recording. When we told him we found you, he booked a private jet immediately. He’ll arrive in twenty minutes.” Damian chuckled. “I told you he would drop everything.” “A recording session?” Sophia asked quietly. “Ethan is a musician,” Lorenzo explained. “You’ve probably heard of him. He goes by Ethan Cross professionally." Sophia's world tilted sideways. Ethan Cross. She knew that name. Everyone knew that name. Chart-topping albums, sold-out stadium tours, a voice that had made millions of people fall in love with his songs. "Ethan Cross is my brother?" she whispered.

"I am Ethan Ring. Twenty-three years old, but turning 24 this year, on the 14th of February. I studied here in my 1st semester as well. That's all," Ethan said as he sat down, still not taking his eyes off of Chad, who had been grinning.