Ethan Hatton stepped into the world of opulence and grandeur as he approached the towering gates of his father’s magnificent mansion. The sprawling estate boasts exquisite architecture, with its elegant columns, intricate carvings, and a majestic entrance that screams wealth. He breezed into the house in slow strides as the motion sensor sliding doors gave way for him, his sleek Johnston and Murphy shoes hitting the marble floors in rhythmic motions. He didn’t necessarily live here but going back to his penthouse was a bit of a hassle for him especially when everywhere in his house smelled like her, reminded him of her.
Stepping into the foyer, he approached the sweeping staircase, adorned with a lavish chandelier that cast a warm, golden glow around the house. Each room was a masterpiece, from the luxurious ballroom with its sparkling crystal chandeliers to the cozy library lined with shelves upon shelves of leather-bound books that he never once bothered to read. Still, Ethan wasn’t in the mood to behold the glory that was his father’s house. His head thrummed with a dull ache while he went over the events of the day and it surprised him how well he was taking it. He found his way to his younger brother’s room and he could hear the booming music from three rooms away and without knocking he twisted the door handle, surprised at how easily the door gave way, Jackson Hatton was not known to leave his door unlocked.
The strong smell of booze hit his nose instantly, strobe lights dancing from the ceiling and rap music booming from the speakers with his brother nowhere in sight in his suite room. He walked further into the adjoining bedroom not surprised to find Jackson making out with a petite blonde girl on his king-size bed. Without warning, he turned on the lights causing the girl to jump in surprise while Jackson remained calm, a streak of surprise across his eyes but there was no shame, no regret, only a bit of a smirk playing on his lips.
“Running a brothel here now, are we?” Ethan smirked, moving to sit on the ottoman at one end of the room as the blonde girl struggled to put herself together whom Ethan noticed was actually Asian.“Not knocking on doors now, are we?” Jackson replied before whispering something to the girl and watching her walk away before turning to face his brother with a playful frown on his face.
“The door was open” Ethan offered defensively “I doubt you’d have heard with all these noises and your pretty distraction, that one is new”
“Well what can I say” Jackson jumped down from the bed, pouring his brother a glass of whiskey before turning the music down
“Well you’re here, brooding as usual so I guess the proposal went well and she said yes,” Jackson asked taking a sip from his glass, and when he got no response his eyes went wide
“No way!” he yelled in mock surprise before bursting into fits of laughter.
“She said she didn’t want to be a company wife, what does that even mean?” Ethan said with a defeated look
“Our engagement was my redemption, seal the deal and get me on father’s good books again. You know what he’s going to think when he learns about this, I can’t keep a woman, how the bloody hell am I going to keep the company”
Jackson smiled, slicking his ginger hair backward while he enjoyed his brother’s rant “That’s a pretty valid conclusion, judging from the fact that you lost the company a 30 billion dollar deal”“Shut up” Ethan flashed suddenly getting up “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“She broke my heart,” Ethan he said again, suddenly pacing the room
“You don’t have a heart” Jackson reminded him “You’re not exactly an easy person to be with Ethan. You should go to therapy and do it fast before Father starts focusing on me because trust me I have no interest in the company or getting married”
“What did I do wrong, why can’t Anita be with me?” Ethan went on, ignoring his brother
“Do you love her?”
“I took her on vacations around the world, bought her freaking Chanel bags and shoes and she could have had a lot more if she freaking agreed to get married to me”
“I could do all that for a random girl I meet at the club because money is not a problem for us, but did you love her, did you care about her?”
“We’d been together for three years, how could I not?”
“Did you care about her the way she needed you to care about or did you fly her around the world and neglect her emotional needs”
“What the hell is an emotional need, who needs that when you’re lying bareback on a beach in Hawaii”
“Therapy Ethan, seriously consider therapy” Jackson sighed
“Fuck that” Ethan retorted back
“So what are you going to do now that you’re back on the hot bachelor list, go wild or go home” Jackson asked.
Ethan stood pensive for a moment, then like a bright bulb clicking on his head he smiled, wriggling his eyebrows at his brother.
“That’s the look of a stupid idea Ethan” Jackson said
“Well it is indeed stupid but I am going to find someone to marry me for sport and once the deal closes and I’m back on father’s good books and the will, we create a scenario for a messy divorce”
“God, Ethan” Jackson massaged his temple in frustration “How are you the elder one, you’re 28 for God’s sake and with that look on your face, I’m pretty sure this is a solid idea for you”
“I just need my inheritance back brother; I don’t care how it happens”
"Either by crook or by hook"
A week had passed already and Emily had found herself shuffling odd jobs and crying herself to sleep in her tiny apartment, sleep-deprived and eating noodles out of a cup. She spent most of her nights when she wasn’t working, scrolling through her mother’s Instagram and Facebook, hovering over the message icon. She needed closure, an explanation on why she left, abandoned her without even a flick of her hair. She never married again, never had any other children and she wondered if she ever thought of her at all, ever missed her, or even ever thought to call her.Emily felt distraught, the cold hands of loneliness pressing against her neck each night she had to close her eyes to sleep and wake up the next morning with the same feeling nagging at the pit of her stomach.It was even harder to get decent jobs because she never completed high school, talk more of gracing the four walls of a community college. The most decent job she had gotten was waitressing at a little restaurant becaus
“Ethan, over here!”“Ethan, is it true your Anita Brown rejected your proposal?”“Ethan, what do you have to say about your father cutting you out of the will”“Ethan…..”The million blinking white lights from the paparazzi felt blinding to Ethan as they all flicked their cameras in his face, whilst throwing absurd questions his way. Even his Dior sunglasses did little to shield the annoyance in his eyes as he stood still on the red carpet for the pictures. It wasn’t an exercise he fancied, red carpet and all the glitz and glamour that accompanied it but he was on the final streak with his father so if posing on a dusty red carpet with flashing white lights aimed at blinding him was going to get him back on the good graces, then so be it. He glanced over at Jackson who stood at the other end in his sleek black Calvin Klein suit and Christian Louboutin shoes, hands buried deep in his pockets with a sly smirk etched on his face, it was hard to deny the charisma and how much he enjoyed t
He looked strangely familiar, the weird guy who stood in a fancy suit blankly staring at her. He stared at her like he knew who she was and it baffled her because who would know a nobody like her, she didn’t think she was that pretty or sophisticated for someone to take notice of her, and enough to stare. Sure, she had a perfect oval face and a sharp jawline that could slice through glass, her eyes; delicate but sharp holding a captivating gaze. She couldn’t get his image out of his head throughout the time she rode the bus with Cheryl on their way to get the dresses for the masked party. He was tall and would hover over her if she stood close enough. She couldn’t get the look on his face when their eyes met out of her head, a mix of embarrassment with a hint of confidence and superiority. His piercing eyes held a magnetic charm that seemed to draw her in with their intensity, she wondered if she could allow herself to be drawn to. His face was chiseled to perfection like he was sculp
It was way past twelve am when Emily walked in hand in hand with Cheryl, the previously well illuminated ballroom with bright dancing chandeliers had now been replaced with disco lights and dancing strobe lights, giving the aura of a night club.The large ballroom was now packed with dancing people, dressed intricately in flowing dresses and complicated mask hovering over their eyes, masking their identity, flaws and carefully hidden imperfections. It was a fun sight to behold. The air buzzed with an electric energy as the party guest donned their exquisite mask, their identities hidden behind a veil of mystery. The room was instantly alive with a symphony of laughter, whispers and the gentle rustle of elegant attires. For Emily, the atmosphere felt thick with emotions, as if all the secrets and desires were swirling around like invisible threads. There was a soft glow of candle lights dancing on the wall, casting enchanting shadows that playfully teased the senses. With every step
She broke the kiss, her heart thundering loud behind her chest and she could hear it amidst the loud music but she enjoyed the anonymity that she wore, that way she cancelled all chances for him to find her. She replayed the scenario in her drunken mind to remind herself that it was all real. Her inability to resist his overwhelming allure, while she closed the gap between them, drawn in by the enchantment of the night. The music swirling around them, offering a backdrop of hidden desires, as their lips brushed together in a stolen moment of passion. The mystery of her mask making their encounter all the more tantalizing and enthralling.But reality had begin to set in and she needed to wake up, she needed to turn away to avoiding diving deeper into the enigmatic aura that surrounded this handsome stranger.“I need to go” she said loudly due to the music and realizing she had left Cheryl for too long and she needed to go back, with or without the drink.“Don’t” Jackson held unto her
Emily woke up in a start, feeling disheveled and a blinding headache striking her suddenly that she winced in pain. The events of the previous night, although blurry were rolling in and she felt repulsed at how much alcohol she drank. She quickly gazed around her room and her clothes were strewn about and she groaned trying to recollect herself. In the hushed tranquility of her room, she allowed her mind wander back to the enchanted part where anonymity and allure intertwined. The memory of the masked faces, each shrouded in secrecy, dances around her like ethereal apparitions, whispering secrets but not yet unveiled.With each recollection, Emily’s senses began to come alive, weaving a tapestry of vivid impressions. She could still feel the velvet touch of his lips against hers.The handsome strangerIt felt like a delicate symphony of warmth and yearning. In her mind’s eye, she could imagine the twinkle of evening stars reflecting in his eyes, those enigmatic pools of mystery that
Emily sat somberly in Ethan’s car while he drove her to the hospital, she had searched the whole ballroom frantically yet the silver bangle with a crimson gemstone was nowhere in site. She felt downcast and sad, and she wondered how she was going to let Orion know she had misplaced a precious antique bracelet he had given her. Had someone picked it? Or had it somehow fallen into the hands of the mysterious stranger she had kissed, she stayed baffled with her mind turning in circles and the weird guy pulling her out of her train of thoughts when she only just realized he still hadn’t told her his name.“Was the bracelet a gift from your boyfriend?” he asked her, his eyes fixed on the road and she turned to face him“You still haven’t told me your name, you could be a serial killer for all I know” she said instead and he chuckled glancing at her from his side eye.“Fine, I’m Ethan” he told her “Ethan Jacobs.Ethan wasn’t entirely sure why he lied but a sense of guilt suddenly settled
The sleek, glass-encased boardroom buzzed with anticipation as the morning sun poured through floor-to ceiling windows, casting a warm glow on the polished mahogany table. Ethan Hatton stood at the head of the room, his charcoal gray suit crisply tailored to perfection and a shield against the brewing chaos, exuding an air of confidence, yet his heart fluttered with nervousness. Before him sat a group of potential investors, with their eyes sharp and calculating, their expressions guarded. Their presence alone commanded respect, an assembly of power and wealth that Ethan had been associated with all his life. He stared at them, although his eyes were fixed anywhere but them. He knew he had to bag this deal, he knew that securing their financial backing would bring Hatton Tech startup to unimaginable heights and he needed to be the brain behind it, but their terms were far more intricate than he needed them to be.The room fell into a hushed silence as the lead investor, Mr. Thompson,
Immediately, Emily made her way to Hatton Tech and went straight to Jackson’s face, she barely knocked before she pushed the door open and coming face to face with Jackson and her heart stopped, almost forgetting how much impact he had on her. She saw the look of shock on his face, she didn’t think she’d be seeing him for a while, not after he had brutally ended things with her.“Emily” he called and she walked into his office, straight to his table and she slammed the pen recorder before him, ignoring the rapid pounding of her heart.Jackson looked from the recorder to her fatigued face, confusion clouded his eyes and he hoped for more words from her but Emily didn’t say a word instead she clicked play and fast forwarding the recording to the particular part she wanted him to hear.“Did you plan Jackson’s kidnap and also try to kill my baby?”“Jackson knew – ”At that point, she clicked it shut and looked into his eyes now, the pain doubling in her chest from what she perceived to be
Emily stood outside the door to Ethan’s pent house while she rang the doorbell twice. It was impossible to explain how she felt but a seething anger was very much at the top of the list. She was very sure of how bedraggled she looked, her hair was tied back in a messy ponytail while she still had on the clothes from the previous days, her eyes had dark circles and she was very much tired but there was one thing she understood, Ethan was indeed the enemy and Ethan was the only reason why she would never be happy.Her head raged with thoughts that felt strange to her, evil thoughts that came from the anger that festered within and she needed to let it out, whichever way possible.Soon enough, the door sprung open and she came face to face with indeed Ethan’s handsome face. He was dressed casually in sweat pants and a t shirt, his hair ruffled like he had just rolled out of bed and his eyes roaming her as he took her in.“If you’re here to ask for forgiveness, you’re a few months too lat
Emily’s world was shattered, her eyes were swollen shut from crying all night from Jackson stomping on her heart in the least way that she expected. Her hands went up to necklace dangling freely on her chest and she wanted nothing more than to throw it off as far as possible but she held unto it, remembering Jackson’s words to her No matter what happens between us, you’re always going to have my heart – and truly she always wanted to have his heart.Her frail fingers tightened around the pendant as she felt the tears fall freely from her eyes, the pain radiating all over again. Her mind went over the times they spent together, the way he held her stare and captivating her with his charming eyes. His daring kisses in public – at the red carpet and every single place to let every one know that he was in love with her and she relished in the thoughts while she sat in her mother’s hospital room as the woman laid unconscious on the bed. Emily held unto her mother’s hands, cold and clammy
Later that night, Jackson stood in front of the Hatton family home as he watched Ethan drive into the building. He stood still, his face void of any emotion whatsoever as he waited for Ethan to highlight his car and walk up to him. He could smell the cockiness from where he stood, and the dirty smirk that was plastered on Ethan’s face as he made his way over to Jackson.“Hello brother” he greeted with a simple wave “How about we go inside for a drink?”“I don’t think that’ll be necessary” Jackson responded, his expression hard and stoic which was just a front for the deep sadness that festered within him.“Fine” Ethan shrugged in response “I didn’t plan on staying that long anyways, so what’s it going to be brother?”Jackson remained silent as he fought to say the next words but Ethan was impatient “Which is it going to be?”“You can have Emily, I don’t want her. She’s your wife after all but I’m going to keep my inheritance. Father chose me for a reason and I’m going to respect his d
Billionaire Heir Jackson Hatton accused of sexual assaultThe walls began to cave in and Jackson’s world began to spin as he read the headline repeatedly till the words began to dance before him.“Shit! Shit!” he cursed underneath drawing Anita’s attention to him and she gave him a look“What’s wrong?” she asked but Jackson sprang up immediately and walked out of the emergency room, immediately he called Ethan and he picked on first ring.“Let’s talk” he said into the receiver “Meet me at the house in a few hours” and he ended the call immediately.**Meanwhile Emily still felt shattered while she sat next to her mother who still laid unconscious and had IV’s running through her vein with the automatic beeping of the heart monitor interrupting Emily’s thoughts but she held her mother’s hands tightly until the doctor walked in.“You must be Emily” he said as Emily stood up to shake his hands “Mr. Brown explained – ”“Is she going to be alright” Emily cut in immediately and the somber l
The silence stood awkward between the brothers for a few seconds, neither willing to speak first but Ethan still had that cocky smile plastered on his face while Jackson couldn’t believe his ears.“What are you on about now Ethan?” Jackson broke the silence first, his demeanor was calm but he was seething inside“You heard me brother, I killed the story and now you owe me. So you have two options, give back everything you’ve taken from me, my wife inclusive or you face the consequences and maybe subsequently a judge for sexual assault, it’s your choice really because at the end of the day everything comes back to me”“You’re insane Ethan” Jackson scoffed.“Right” Ethan said “So what’s it going to be?”“I’m not doing either of that, so you can go to hell”Ethan laughed this time but he wasn’t done “Fine, you’re stubborn but I’ll give you a better offer. You pick between your inheritance and my wife”“Get out of my office Ethan, don’t you have better things to do?” Jackson pointed at t
A few days of strained silence with his brothers and the media blowing up about their fallout over their inheritance with Jackson seeing stringent of information about him on the internet that even though didn’t seem true, had some element of truth in them from his past life. He sat in his office at Hatton Tech that morning scrolling through his media feed, he didn’t want to look at it but yet his phone stayed transfixed to his hands. The different girls, the lies with the element of truth in them –Jackson Hatton is an ultimate abuser – Jennifer HenzOne time at the club, he tried to run his hands up my skirt – MiaJackson took me to a hotel one time and he never called me back – LeahHe’s such an asshole, tried to sleep with me and then my best friend – he did though - MerylI would have never pegged Jackson Hatton to be an abuser but it all makes sense – he groped me at the club – Jane.Jackson stared at his phone wide – eyed, his eyes sweeping through every comment on every post w
Ethan stormed out of the room with his eyes wide with rage and anger that his body couldn’t control. He ignored the frantic call of his mother as he stormed outside. The walls closed in and his heart pounded fast, he couldn’t believe his ears; his father had betrayed him, played him the long game and ended up giving everything to Jackson; his favorite son.He tried recalling Mr. Stanwill’s words even though he never wanted to remember those words but they were stuck in his brain, etched on the walls and unwilling to let go.“ – and to Ethan Hatton my first son, I leave you in charge of Hatton Tech and finally to Jackson Hatton, I leave you in charge of all Hatton Enterprises globally”Globally? In charge of all Hatton Enterprises globally?If Ethan calculated properly this meant Jackson was in fact in charge of him. How outrageous? How insulting? He kicked at the ceramic statue angrily, smashing it further with his foot and even more when he realized that it was his father’s favorite
Jackson stood pensive with his eyes on the ground as the casket lowered to the ground, his eyes weren’t clouded like the dark clouds above but his mood felt just as grey. The silent murmurs, the sad faces that looked like they were staring at him, questioning him or worse still judging him. He looked over at Ethan and those red eyes weren’t deceiving anybody, father wasn’t Ethan favorite person. Father wasn’t his favourite person either, but he was in fact was one of his father’s favorite people and yet there was nothing he could do for him at that moment, not while he was being led six feet under. Jackson wasn’t sure how he felt, he wasn’t exactly broken or sad but he knew there was war ahead and when he glanced at Ethan again, they shared a look that mirrored his thoughts exactly.“You okay?” Emily slid up to him while everyone exchanged pleasantries or condolences, he wasn’t exactly familiar with what was going on because he had managed to escape everyone who looked like they wante