Novels by Ethereal Ink

The evening's orange sun spilled through the sheer curtains of Vivienne’s lavish apartment the next day. It cast a beautiful golden glow across the pristine white furniture. Vivienne was draped in a silky black robe. She poured herself a glass of red wine, despite having too much to drink already. She was never one to follow conventional rules. She leaned against the marble counter of her open kitchen, glancing at the clock.Kristan should be here any moment.And, as if on cue, there was a knock on her door. A slow smirk curled across Vivienne’s lips as she walked gracefully to the door. She opened it, and saw the man she had been expecting.He stood there, tall and ridiculously good-looking. His muscular frame filled the doorway with ease. He had dark, piercing eyes and a smirk that could get a woman into trouble. And Vivienne had already been in trouble with him many times before.Kristan didn’t say anything at first. Instead, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her wais

Vivienne’s house was as grand and extravagant as ever. A massive chandelier hung from the ceiling, which threw a warm glow over the shiny marble floors. The air smelled of expensive wine and a faint hint of fresh lilies. It was Vivienne’s personal touch, since she loved lilies. But tonight, no one was admiring her expensive decor. Everyone sat around a mahogany table with flutes of wine in their hands. And their faces were tense.Lucian, Soren, Evander, Alistair, and of course, Vivienne herself—the inner circle of the Averne family. And the only thing on their minds now was Roman. He had just walked out on them earlier that day, making it clear as hell that he wasn’t backing down now or ever. Now, they had no choice but to figure out how to stop him for good.Lucian leaned forward. His fingers were laced together and his expression was unreadable. “We need to move fast.”Soren, who was swirling the wine in his glass, scoffed. “Move fast? With what, exactly? We’ve tried everything to

Roman fists were clenched at his sides, the anger boiling in his veins was barely contained.Soren’s offer to buy him off had been laughable. Insulting, even. Now, the entire room was quiet.Until Alistair decided to open his mouth.“Roman,” Alistair said, adjusting his cufflinks like he wasn’t about to say something ridiculous. “Have you thought about what people will say?”Roman exhaled sharply, already tired of whatever speech was coming. “About what, exactly?”Alistair leaned forward, placing his hands on the table. “About the company.”Roman’s eyebrow twitched. “Be specific.”Alistair’s expression was calm, collected, but Roman could hear the thin layer of frustration in his voice. “What do you want the world to say about Averne Corporation when they find out we’re having an internal crisis about who the heir is? A long-lost heir suddenly returning and demanding power? What do you think that will do to our stock value?”Roman laughed.Alistair blinked in confusion. “What’s funny?

Roman wasn’t used to having other people make decisions for him. But apparently, Kade didn’t care. Because one minute, they were talking about getting a secure place to stay, and the next minute, Kade had already bought one.Roman found out when Kade casually tossed him a set of keys over breakfast at his place the next day. “What’s this?” Roman asked, catching them mid-air.Kade smirked, sipping his coffee. “Your new home.”Roman blinked. “Excuse me?”“You know you need a place, right?” Kade leaned back in his chair. “So, I got you one.”Roman stared at him. “You didn’t think to, maybe, I don’t know, ask me first? What if I don’t like where you picked?”Kade shrugged. “Nah. And we are going to look at it after now. I will make any changes you want.”The place was insaneA grand penthouse in the heart of the city, with floor-to-ceiling windows, sleek modern furniture, and a skyline view that looked straight out of a movie.Roman stepped inside, looking around in disbelief.The living

Roman pushed the hospital doors open and stepped out into the cool evening air, letting out a slow breath. He should have felt relieved. The DNA test had confirmed everything—he was Roman Averne. The heir.And yet, something in his gut told him that this wasn’t over.Kade walked beside him, hands in his pockets, looking way too relaxed for someone who had just helped shake up an entire empire. He shot Roman a glance. “So, how does it feel? Finally having proof?”Roman rolled his shoulders. “Like I won round one. But I’m guessing the fight isn’t over.”Kade smirked. “Now you’re thinking like an Averne.”Roman scoffed. “That’s not exactly comforting.”Kade chuckled, unlocking his car with a tap. “Get in. We’ve got a lot to talk about.”Roman slid into the passenger seat, closing the door behind him.Something told him this conversation wasn’t gonna be a fun one.The drive was quiet, but not awkward.Kade didn’t feel the need to fill silences with small talk, and Roman was grateful for t

Roman sat in the backseat of the sleek black car, staring out the window as the city passed by in a blur. Kade was driving. He was heading to a hospital. Not for a check-up or for an injury, but to find out if he even was who Kade thought he was.That was a whole new level of messed up, because what if he failed? How would the others take it? The ring was an indication of his heritage, but science still had it’s place. Kade sat at the driver's seat, completely relaxed, like they were on their way to grab coffee instead of taking a test that could shake Roman’s entire life. He just needed to recover his memory, and he would feel whole again. These petty doubts were getting tiring.The car pulled up to the private hospital entrance. Kade didn’t even have to announce their arrival—a small group of hospital staff and security were already waiting because Kade had called ahead.Roman took a deep breath and stepped out.Time to face the truth.When they got to the hospital, Lucian Averne,