All Chapters of Sweet Unhappy Heart: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Third Person's POVThe exterior of the Sinclair Corporation's building was quiet like a burial ground. Inside the top floor office, yellow light spilled from under Astor Sinclair's door, showing that someone was still working even though it was past midnight.Barrister Lincoln sat across from Astor at the massive desk, his weathered hands folded over a leather briefcase that contained documents neither man wanted to discuss. The silence between them felt thick like honey, sweet on the surface but sticky with complicated truths underneath."Astor, I'm going to be completely honest with you right now," Lincoln began, his voice carrying the weight of decades practicing law. "I heard something today that we need to address immediately."Astor poured two glasses of whiskey from the crystal decanter on his desk. His hands were steady, but his eyes showed the exhaustion of a man who had been fighting battles on too many fronts."What did you hear?" Astor asked, sliding one glass across the

"Sometimes the hardest battles are the ones we fight with the people we once called family."—Liam SinclairThird person's POV The hotel room was dark the moment Jackson stepped inside. Liam was already there, leaning against the headboard, shirt half undone, a glass of whiskey dangling lazily from his fingers. Their eyes met, and the air seemed to crackle, electricity humming between them.He thought Janet told him that Liam is asleep. But here he was still awake. Jackson didn’t say a word. He crossed the room, each step deliberate, hips swaying, chest tight with anticipation. Liam’s hand brushed his own hair back, a slow smirk curling across his lips. The tension had been building for weeks, unspoken and sharp, and now it snapped in the smallest glance.Jackson stopped in front of him. “I’ve been waiting for this, Are you...interested in this?” he murmured. His voice low, rough, dripping with heat.Liam didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned forward, their foreheads touching, breath

Third Person's POVAstor Sinclair sat at his desk like a man who'd been hit by a truck and was just now starting to feel the pain. The afternoon sun coming through his office windows was too bright, too cheerful for the shit storm his life had become.It wasn't a perfect day. Hell, it wasn't even a mediocre day. It was a dumpster fire that had started the moment Avery opened her mouth at breakfast.That woman was going to be the death of him. She wouldn't take things slow. Wouldn't be careful. Wouldn't listen to a damn word he said, even when her entire future was riding on keeping her mouth shut and playing the part.Astor knew the board members would be coming for him soon. They'd want answers about why he'd pulled the partnership with Maddox Corporation. They'd ask questions he didn't want to answer and poke around in business that wasn't theirs.The truth? He didn't give a single fuck what they thought.He was the CEO of Sinclair Corporation. He'd built this company from the groun

Third person's POV The evening shadows stretched long across Liam's penthouse as his phone rang for the sixth time. He stared at the screen, Avery's name glowing like a warning sign in the dim light. For the past hour, he had been ignoring her calls, letting each one go to voicemail without listening to the messages she left. But something told him that if he did not answer now, she would keep calling until he did.With a heavy sigh, he picked up the phone."Hey." His voice came out low and flat. This was not a conversation he wanted to have."Liam." Avery's voice cracked on the other end. "I am sorry for what I did. But the truth is that I did what I did because I love you so much. I wanted to have you for myself."Liam walked to the window and looked out at the city lights below. "Listen, Avery. There is something I do not get.""What is it, Liam? I would love to hear it from you.""When did you discover that I was not in love with you?"There was a pause. A long one. When Avery fi

Third person's POV The car fell silent as Astor kept his hands on the steering wheel, his knuckles white with tension. "You are throwing me out?" Avery asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Both of them were playing a game that had spiraled far beyond what either had intended. Both wanted everything that belonged to the other's family. But the factual reality, the one neither wanted to acknowledge, was that some things could never come back to us the way we wanted them. Sometimes it was better to let go and accept loss.Since childhood, Avery had suffered through her mother's absence and her father's constant criticisms. She was supposed to be filled with happiness and liveliness by now, supposed to have built something meaningful. Instead, she had ruined everything with greed and by falling in love with someone who could never love her back. It really pained her to accept that she could not be loved by anyone, that no amount of manipulation or schemes could change that fundament