Ethan Lu の小説・ストーリー

But this is the least I can do. Ethan will be coming with me anyway. Lucas: What? For what? Me: To help me, obviously. He's such a sweetheart. Meanwhile, I should put Ethan into Lucas' mind as well. I spare a glance at Ethan, who's scrolling through his phone, watching hamster videos. He's really a sweetheart. I mean, who would spend their time watching hamster videos? Lucas: Ew. Gay Me: His birthday is coming, did you know?

In front of everyone. The room erupted in whispers. Adrian shot to his feet, his face crimson. Isabelle grabbed his arm, holding him back. Ethan walked down the aisle like he owned it—because in a way, he did. He stepped onto the stage, adjusted the microphone, and turned to face the crowd. "Good afternoon," he said, his voice smooth as whiskey. "I'm Ethan Vale.'' Adrian walked toward the stage. "This is outrageous. You manipulated the market. Vale Global didn't buy those shares! I checked the registries!"

“I’d say we know each other very well.” Amara swallowed. Her voice came out steady. “This isn’t the place.” Ethan chuckled. “You always did prefer timing over honesty.” Lucas’s gaze sharpened. “Explain.” Ethan extended his hand. “Ethan Cole. Former… investment partner.” The pause was deliberate. Lucas didn’t take his hand. “I don’t recall your name,” Lucas said. “That doesn’t surprise me,” Ethan replied. “You weren’t supposed to.” Amara felt the press shifting. Sensing. Circling.

The radio was a low hum of static and a country song about a man losing everything, which felt a little too on the nose for our lives. "You’re thinking too loud again," Ethan said. He was leaning against the driver’s side door, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his knuckles stained with grease from the shift he’d just finished at the marina. At nineteen, Ethan Cole didn't have a billion-dollar empire or a suit tailored in London. He had a jawline that could cut glass, a pair of boots with holes in the soles, and a way of looking at me that made me feel like I was the only thing on earth that wasn't broken.

“Which means the other thing I had planned would have to wait.” She tilted her head. “Other thing?” Ethan grinned. “I’ve got a projector behind that curtain. I was going to recreate a full-on award show. I’ve been practicing my Joan Rivers for days.” Just imagining Ethan Laurent, the next Alpha, heir to a fortune, god of Luxemount, doing a Joan Rivers impression made her laugh so hard she had to clutch her stomach “I don’t know whether to be disappointed or relieved,” she managed between giggles “You should be disappointed we’ve got to push it,” Ethan said with mock drama, “because I was fully prepared to roast fake celebrities and cry during your acceptance speech.”

The dim lighting, the low hum of conversation, the scent of expensive cologne and aged whiskey—it was a world Ethan had fought to be a part of. And now, he belonged. They settled into a private booth, glasses of champagne already waiting for them. Ethan raised his glass, his gaze locking with Vanessa’s. “To new beginnings,” he said. She smirked. “To winning.” The glasses clinked, the sound sharp and clear over the background music. Ethan took a slow sip, savoring the taste of success. Lucian Blackwood might be a powerful ally. Aurora Lancaster will be in his grasp again.

“No. He won’t bother. He’ll pretend to have you, lure Marius out, and put his efforts into killing him. And good riddance to him, too. I only wish I could have been the one to do it.” Doubt seeps through me as I pass the flask back. “Are you sure? You seem to be putting a lot of trust in a male who just betrayed you.” Ethan takes a sip, then puts the water back in the pack. “Aye. I know my brother. If we can stay out of his reach for the next couple of days, we can put all of this behind us. I’m certain of it.” He squeezes my leg. “That means we don’t stop to rest until nightfall.”

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Mo Yuhan turned towards the source of voice with unsurprised eyes. He had spotted him the moment he walked towards them, "Ethan," His voice cold as usual. The man named Ethan smiled, "Chill, man. Why are pulling a long face? By the way, who do we have here? You guys are up to some fun?" He asked, his chin pointing towards Tang Li, whose back was visible to him

Nolan Cunningham's expression soured, a scowl etching itself across his features, casting a shadow over his countenance. "Ethan is the summit?" His voice dripped with disdain, punctuated by a cold chuckle before he continued, "Given Ethan's current situation, all he has to his name is Starlight Entertainment. If he loses his shares in Stellar Enterprises, the Gu family will kick him out. Relying on just an entertainment company... he's basically got nothing."