All Chapters of Sweet Unhappy Heart: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Third person's POV Liam stared at the screen, watching the images of Jackson being escorted by security guards while his father stood in the background like an avenging demon. The headline screamed across the top: "CORPORATE SHOWDOWN: Maddox Executive Forcibly Removed from Sinclair Building.""Damn, babe, you really made a mess there," Liam said, his voice carrying a mixture of admiration and concern as he handed the phone back to Janet.Jackson wrapped his arms around Liam from behind, pulling him close despite the paint stains on both their clothes. "Anything for you, babe," he murmured into Liam's ear, his breath warm against his neck."What really happened? You have got to tell me everything," Liam insisted, turning in Jackson's embrace to face him directly. The afternoon light filtering through the hotel room's windows cast shadows across Jackson's face, highlighting the tension that lingered around his eyes despite his casual demeanor.Jackson glanced at Janet, who was pretend

Third person's POV Jefferson's smile was thin and cold. "I knew about a lot of things before they went public, Richard. The question you should be asking yourself is what other surprises might be coming. I mean your daughter's pregnancy, I meant Mrs Sinclair's pregnancy isn't public and her belly is growing bigger day by day. I just want to know one thing, why?"Mr. Richard stared at Avery then at Jefferson: "Astor Sinclair and I made that decision because not every one of her daily life should be on the social media. Some of us still have the decent life we wanted.""Sorry.. sorry, Mr. Maddox by decency, you meant Miss Sinclair is really that decent?" Mr. Jefferson asked. "Are you crazy? What do you mean by all your accusations of ruining my name? I think I should really file a defamation case today." Avery replied, with anger flowing across her face. "Sorry. Ah, you know someone like us might not be able to fight powerful people like you. But actually that is not what I heard ov

Third person's POV The police station smelled like old coffee and broken dreams. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting everything in a sickly yellow glow that made everyone look like they were dying. Avery sat in the back of the patrol car, her wrists still cuffed, watching through the window as her father paced outside like a caged animal.When they brought her inside, the booking officer looked up from his paperwork with the tired eyes of a man who had processed a thousand rich kids having their first real taste of consequences."Name?" Officer Martinez asked, his pen hovering over the form."Avery Maddox," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. The name that had once opened doors now felt like a weight around her neck."Age?""Twenty-four.""Occupation?"She paused. What was her occupation, really? Living off her father's money? Playing corporate games? Watching her brother's private videos? "Executive," she finally said.Officer Martinez looked at her over his rea

Third person's POV The late evening sun had disappeared behind the tall buildings of the city. The mansion felt empty and cold. Mr. Astor Sinclair walked slowly up the marble staircase. His footsteps echoed in the quiet house.A security guard stood at the top of the stairs. When he saw Mr. Sinclair, he bowed his head."Good evening, sir. Do you need anything?" the guard asked."No. I need nothing from you. I want to see Avery," Mr. Sinclair said. His voice was tired but firm.The guard nodded and walked away. Mr. Sinclair stopped outside Avery's bedroom door. He knocked twice, then opened the door without waiting for an answer.The frustration in his eyes was clear. This was not how things were supposed to be. Nothing was going according to plan.Avery was sitting on her bed. She wore a thin nightgown that showed too much of her body. When she saw him, she tried to look innocent."Good evening, Mr. Sinclair," she said softly."Tell me, is there anything good about today?" Mr. Astor

Third person's POV At the Sinclair's mansion that morning, the air was totally different. Just like always, different lives from other rich family. The maids are gently doing all their chores.Something was clearly troubling the household, and it centered around Avery's room on the second floor.Viviana, the longtime housekeeper, climbed the staircase with careful steps. Her weathered hands gripped the brass railing as she made her way toward Avery's bedroom. She had been working for the Sinclair family for over fifteen years, and she knew the signs of trouble.She knocked softly on the bedroom door before entering. The room was still dark, heavy curtains blocking out most of the morning light. Avery lay curled under expensive silk sheets, her dark hair spread across the pillow like spilled ink."Miss Avery," Viviana called gently. "It is past nine o'clock."There was no response. Avery remained motionless, breathing the deep, steady rhythm of someone still lost in sleep.Viviana mo