Ella And Dominic Sinclair Novels & Stories

Her fingers trembled slightly around the folder she was holding, while the air in the room seemed to thicken, pressing against her lungs until breathing became hot and heavy. Dominic Sinclair—the young professor everyone knew for his cold demeanor and unapproachable aura—sat casually behind his desk, as if he’d just made an ordinary offer. His face was calm, almost expressionless, but those gray eyes of his held the unmistakable gleam of control. “Excuse me?” Renata’s voice came out hoarse. “What do you mean… by secret girl?” “I know your scholarship was revoked,” Dominic said, leaning back in his chair, his lips curving into a faint, unnerving smile. “That’s why you came to see me today, is

“Where no man or anyone else—can ever pull you down again including me. I want you to stand so high that even if the whole world tried, they couldn't dim your light.” The lump that rose in my throat came too fast to swallow. I turned away for a moment, blinking hard. “You say that like you care.” He didn’t answer immediately. I could feel the weight of his silence like gravity behind me. Finally, his voice came again, soft, edged with a deeper tone. “Because I do.” I turned slowly, facing him again. “Dominic…” “I know we started this on a contract, Selene. I know the terms were strategic. I needed an heir. You needed revenge. But things changed.”

All while I’m actively destroying her. “I will,” I hear myself say. The lie comes easier than it should. “I promise.” Elena lifts her head, looking up at me with those gentle eyes that still somehow see the best in everyone. “Thank you.” She kisses my cheek, soft and chaste. “You’re a good man, Dominic. I’m so lucky to have you.” The words are knives. Each one cutting deeper than the last. I’m not a good man. I’m the furthest thing from it. I’m a man who fucks his dying wife’s sister. A man who lies without hesitation. A man who’s so consumed by his own selfishness that he can’t even feel properly guilty anymore.

“You can't tell mum and dad Jameson. Please." “And why shouldn't i?” He narrowed his eyes at me. Unlike Nelson, Jameson was much better at hiding his desires. “You're a fucking pornstar, Kat. You always act like a saint but behind the mask, you're out there whoring your holes on camera and now you want me to keep your dirty little secret?" I closed the distance between us, trailing my fingers down his chest, then I cupped the hard bulge in his pants. “If you keep this secret,” I whispered hotly against his ear, pressing my body against him. “this pussy can belong to you too. Both of you. Whenever you want it… however you want it.”

For a long moment, Zayren said nothing. Then a slow smirk curved his lips. “So this is how you hid yourself,” he muttered to himself. He could see it now... the lenses. The dyed hair. The deliberate attempt to erase every trace of Cheon Sarang. Anyone else would’ve been fooled. But not him. “What do you know about her?” Zayren asked, his eyes never leaving the screen. “She is Aera Miller,” Jaxon replied. “Married to Jayden King and... ” The smirk vanished. Zayren’s jaw clenched so tightly it ached.

The morning after Delilah uncovered the key, tension hung in the Sinclair household like a tightly drawn bow. Dominic spent the early hours making calls to his legal team and trusted security firm, arranging for a discreet investigation into the now-defunct Sinclair Financial. Ava, meanwhile, kept herself occupied baking with Liam and tending to Emilia, trying to project calm while her thoughts stormed beneath the surface.

That could only mean one thing: Dominic had either regained his memories or verified the evidence and realized that he had been wrong all along. But all in all, he was happy to see that Elara was finally free and all the charges against her had been dropped. “What game is he playing now?” Elara mumbled as she stared at the TV without blinking. Marcus looked at her and commented, “For all the years I have known Dominic, this is the sincerest apology I have heard coming from him. That man has pride as big as the ocean, and he doesn’t just bow to anyone.” Elara looked at him and sneered, “Is that supposed to scare me, or make me feel better?”

Dominic looked between me and Micah before averting the glare to Yurik who was busy smiling sheepishly. "What is this?" Dominic asked roughly taking a step towards Yurik who backed away and raised his hands. Even he looked scared. "Don't get mad at me, Domo. She's Micah's sister and I just thought-" "What? That Micah will get some sort of immunity just because-" Dominic stopped himself from finishing the sentence. He looked at me slowly before narrowing his eyes suspiciously. I gulped. What is he thinking? "You two, get out. I want to speak to Caitlin alone." He demanded pointing to Micah and Yurik before nudging his thumb towards the door.

Nova. “Oh God,” Castiel whispered, his eyes widening in horror. The realization hit him with the force of a freight train. Dominic Sinclair wasn’t just any man; he was one of the wealthiest and most influential figures alive. And he has heard a lot of things about him, and they are not so pleasant. Of course he knew who 'the Dominic Sinclair was' Dominic chuckled softly, the sound devoid of warmth. “Ah, there it is. Recognition. Took you long enough.” Castiel swallowed hard, his legs shaking as he tried to form a coherent response. “I-I didn’t mean for… It wasn’t supposed to—”