Novelas y relatos de Enid Sinclair

I force my face to remain calm. “What do you mean?” She studies me before answering. “I saw her tonight. Walking into a hotel. With her new man. Right here in Pittsburgh.” My jaw tightens so hard it aches. “And when I got curious and checked who he was…” She pauses, watching me carefully. “Do you know who he is?” I say nothing. “Rayner Sinclair,” she breathes out. “The heir of The Sinclair Group. One of the richest young billionaires in the states.” For a second, I don’t hear anything else.

“Good. That gives us room to start negotiations.” That was it. Cold, safe, business talk. I could live with that. Halfway through the flight, he leaned a little closer and tapped his pen against the margin of the document I was reviewing. “Our client, Vivian Sinclair,” he said. “Heir to the Sinclair family business. You familiar with her?” I glanced up. “Heard of her. Rumor says she’s practically royalty in France. Smart, strategic, with a good reputation.” “And pretty,” he added, almost absentmindedly.

“You sure you’re ready for this?” I think about my father’s hand tightening around mine. I think about the envelope I never opened. “No,” I say. “But I’m going.” That night, I stand outside my apartment door for a full minute before I go in, keys still in my hand, staring at nothing. Inside, I stare at the case file. SINCLAIR GROUP. The same name that ended my life years ago. Tomorrow, I will sit across the table with Damian Sinclair. Not as the bride he abandoned. As the lawyer determined to beat him. The woman who left that city broken is gone. Tomorrow…he meets the woman she became.

Please let us know you're willing. Naomi went very still. She was a Sinclair. The Sinclairs old California oil money, the family whose name was on half the buildings in downtown Crestview. Three days ago, on a recovery trip to Catalina Island with Lily, a man claiming to be the Sinclair family's personal attorney had approached her with a DNA swab and a strange, careful story. She'd assumed it was some kind of scam. She looked up past the fountain, past the string lights, to where Ethan knelt with Chloe's hand in his, and Julian stood glowing at his father's side.

I hated that after three years of marriage, I still could not tell what he was thinking. “How?” I finally asked. He sighed. “Six years ago, I was engaged to Sophie.” My heart sank. “I know.” Everyone in the business world knew about Damian Sinclair’s broken engagement. The woman had disappeared only weeks before their wedding. People called her a gold digger. Some claimed she had run away with another man. Others believed she had died. No one ever knew the truth. “I did not know she was pregnant when she left.” His voice was calm, but I noticed the tension in his shoulders. “She came back a few weeks ago.”

Chapter 94 UNCLE'S OFFER ELENA The press conference was televised live. Every major network covered it—New York Post, Sinclair Daily, even Morning Sunrise. It wasn’t just a statement. It was a performance. Jonathan Sinclair stood at the podium, flanked by two security guards and a wall of glistening flags behind him. The backdrop of the Sinclair Tower added to the spectacle. His silver hair was impeccably combed back, his bespoke charcoal suit flawless, and his voice—steady, calculated—commanded the room.

Her temper is too similar to yours—stubborn, cold, haughty, and desperate…’’ Cynthia flashed a grin for a brief moment as if she just recalled something humorous. ‘‘And Mom adores her so much that she even calls her daughter-in-law all the time...’’ She heaved a sigh as she continued. ‘‘But unfortunately…’’ ‘‘Does Enid know Leina?’’ I asked, not wanting to hear the last words she had to say. ‘‘Yes…’’ she nodded. ‘‘They knew each other. Leina and Enid used to share the same desk at school, and had a good relationship. She’s also the reason why Arnold met Leina…’’

What's more, why would Elvis put it in such a young woman's place? "My father and Mr. Sinclair are old friends for many years. The information of the new personnel that was outstanding in the last maneuver is at my father's place. Mr. Sinclair wants to see it, but my father is busy, so he let me come here..." The woman explained, "My name is Chen Shiwen. If you have any questions, you can call Mr. Sinclair." Helen's words were so clear, but Harry couldn't say anything. He stepped in. Helen closed the door, turned around and handed the file bag on the table to him.

She whispered. “Calm down my wifey.” Mason stood up coming to her side to hold her shoulders but Sierra slapped his hands away. “He's returned. He might still be alive after all these years Mason. You nor your father ever received his body.” Sierra was beginning to shiver now. The times she had recalled all about Joel were always bad. He was a disgusting pig who only wanted to get under her skirt years ago. Even now thinking about it gave her the creeps. “And, now his son seems to want to complete the job for him...”

There's no way she'd argue after I just saved her father's company from bankruptcy. After Grandpa passed I've made my area of the Sinclair conglomerate bigger than it ever was. So have my brothers, Ares and Maverick. Our last name is known in every part of the world, and everyone knows it would be a privilege to work or be associated with a Sinclair. Natalia is fully aware that our marriage is purely business and she's happy as long as the money in her account is bottomless. Ares and Maverick are convinced she's a gold digger who's only with me for my money and the privileges our last name provides. They've asked why I've not gotten a divorce, because we all know that I don't need her father