Ethan Storm’s Dark Awakening novel Chapter 49

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The Morgan family fell into a stunned silence.

The air seemed to thicken, heavy with disbelief and tension. The news had landed like a thunderclap, shattering Belen Morgan’s carefully constructed plans for the second time. His jaw clenched, face twisting in barely contained rage as the implications set in-he’d been outmaneuvered again.

He broke the silence with a sharp, accusatory bark. “Ethan! What the hell did you do? How did you manage this?” 1

Ethan stood tall, his expression unreadable and voice like ice. “I did what needed to be done. And let me make something very clear-if any of you so much as think about troubling Alice again, Nova Corp will cancel your partnership for good. No negotiations. You don’t want to work with the Morgans anymore? Fine. Alice will have far better opportunities… ones you won’t be welcome in.”

Not a single Morgan dared to speak. The silence in the room was absolute, broken only by the sound of Belen’s breathing, heavy with fury.

Without waiting for a response, Ethan turned to Alice and spoke more gently. “Let’s go.”

Alice, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, nodded wordlessly. Her heart swelled with gratitude- gratitude so fierce it nearly overwhelmed her. As they walked out together, she glanced at him and whispered, “Thank you… for everything.”

Ethan’s response was quiet, dismissive, but his eyes softened. “You don’t have to thank me. It’s the least I could’ve done for you.”

Alice shook her head. “No… I mean it.”

That drew a small smile from him, the first hint of warmth cracking through his usual cool demeanor. Alright, then. You can thank me with dinner.”

Her lips curved upward. “Deal.”

They ended up at The Seraphine, a breathtaking rooftop restaurant nestled on the top floor of a glass tower overlooking the city skyline. Elegant crystal chandeliers glowed like starlight above velvet booths, while soft piano music drifted through the candlelit atmosphere.

Every detail radiated luxury-from the silver-tipped menus to the gold-trimmed glasses of champagne already waiting at each table. It was the kind of place whispered about in elite circles, known for its discretion, glamour, and the way it made ordinary moments feel extraordinary, 1

They had barely taken their seats when a tall man in a crisp white suit strolled up to their table,

His presence was sharp and deliberate.

Without sparing Ethan a glance, he leaned forward slightly, his attention fixed entirely on Alice. “Miss,” he said smoothly, “may I have your contact information?”

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The blatant disregard for Ethan-right in front of him-wasn’t just bold. It was an open insult.

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