Enid Sinclair Fanart Novels & Stories

The Sinclair Soirée is a huge party hosted by a member of the Sinclair House that gets televised, and their emerald green and black banner can be seen stretching for miles. If the art show had been done in their house colours, I may have actually remembered quicker why Sinclairs are so important. I used to be obsessed with watching The Sinclair Soirée on tv when I was young and mum was alive. We’d make comments about the green and black decor and outfits then mock the famous people who attended the event wearing the most hideous mix of green and black you’ve ever seen. After she died the activity stopped being so interesting. Everything did really. I take the card gingery from Evie’s steady

Those close to Sinclair would know he wore a titanium ring on his right thumb. I selected one of the numbers in my contacts and sent the photo. The woman must have been hysterical, knowing Sinclair was married to me. They knew each other first, but he preferred me to be his wife. “You have many enemies. Who else are you provoking?” Taylor glanced at my phone. “An ignorant woman who thinks she can ruin my face just out of jealousy,” I replied casually. “So, the culprit is someone who likes Sinclair. She's more sadistic than you,” she teased.

However, this is a conversation that needs to be had. Sinclair followed us. She is still holding Irene, who has now fallen asleep in her wrap. Phoenix is slowly following in his sister’s footsteps. After we closed the door to Aiden’s office, Sinclair sat on the couch and rubbed Irene’s head, which made her smile in her sleep. My heart melts. If any man tries to hurt her in the future, he’s dead. She is my princess. “Sinclair,” Aiden begins in a low voice, so he doesn’t wake our pups. “While you were away, Adrian and I started talking about the future, after the war.”

I also contacted the Lawyers team of Sinclair enterprises, just in case. Kade called me back with the news that a 100 grand has been deposited into her account from an employee who works in the E&W cosmetics. The competition of Sinclair Enterprises in the cosmetics department. This is a typical rival tactic to tarnish the product's name. I have all the details, but I don't have the evidence to prove that the product is not responsible. No time to dwell on it because the interview is going to start in 30 minutes.

he asked eagerly. I glanced down at another photograph of Raymond smiling at Nia. A smile I hadn't seen him wear in years. "Oh..." I murmured. "I got something much better than I expected." "What is it?" he asked. I leaned back comfortably. "I think it's time the Sinclair clan discovers their fearless leader has fallen in love..." I looked down at the final photograph one last time. "With the daughter of a traitor." He was getting careless. Very careless. I gathered the photographs into a neat pile. "Make twenty copies."

I knew it didn’t pay much, but that would do the bills. I burrowed Keene’s car to drive to the town for my lunch. I remembered she was working today. I passed by her shop, and she was busy talking to the customers. I just drove back home disappointed. Neither was I in a mood to paint. I uploaded the pictures from the memory card to my laptop. I scanned the pictures of her that I captured secretly. It was taken from the deck before we went to town. I memorized every angle of her face. She could wear any contacts or colorful wigs, but I would bet anything, she was definitely the camgirl, Sindy Kate.

Sinclair is trying to acquire so it's been a stressful couple of days and nights for me. "I'm sorry, Grams. I've been busy at work, but I brought you your favorite burger to make up for it." I tell her happily before kissing her cheek and taking a seat beside her. I turn the fan on and I'm happy to see that the electricity isn't out anymore. I almost forgot to pay the bill because I've been too caught up with work during the day and then attending to Mr. Sinclair later at night. I've been meeting up with him every day for this week and it has always been the same. We have sex and then I leave, doesn't matter what time it is. He never objects, but he has never asked me to stay over either.