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But my foot halts as Enid walks towards me from the opposite direction, a wide smile sliding to the corner of her lips. She's changed into her outfit for the night and I must admit, it looks incredible and perfect for a Luna. It is a deep crimson gown with intricate silver stitching along the collar, hugging her perfectly and making her look healthy, vibrant, and completely ready to step into the spotlight. The pale, sickly look she had at the hospital is completely gone, replaced by a glowing, triumphant expression.

••~~MADDISON~~•• I didn’t plan to end up here. But there I was, sitting in the icy glass lobby of The Billionaire Escort house, legs tapping nervously. I’d run straight from Chad’s humiliation. No bags. No charger. Just my cracked phone and the card. “You’ve got something rare, darling.” Ms. Sinclair had said, with a little smirk. Call that number when you’re ready to stop struggling. Everyone who worked downtown café shifts had heard the whispers. About Mrs. Sinclair. About the girls who vanished and showed up months later in Chanel.

No doubt Holden Sinclair will be present along with his aging father, his uncle, and two of Sinclair’s younger brothers and their wives. Sinclair remains a highly eligible bachelor seeking a wife, and he’s got his sights set on mine. I’m not fooled into complacency—I know his agenda hasn’t changed. He’s hoping that by striking this alliance with the Obsidian Knights, it will afford him more opportunities and excuses to be near Abigail.

Cecilia followed his line of sight, and her breath hitched. The elegant woman was none other than Mrs. Sinclair, whom she'd once seen from a distance at a charity gala! Trailed by an entourage that radiated old-money poise and distance, the woman commanded the room. Cecilia instinctively pulled Liam behind a pillar. "That's General Ferdinand Sinclair's wife," she whispered. "I can't believe it. After all these years, she still looks so… radiant." "Is that so?" Liam's response held a thread of coldness he couldn't quite mask.

Reed snapped. Victoria hesitated, then finally spoke in a low voice. “Evelyn Sinclair grew up in a single-parent home. Her mother’s a gambler. It’s just her and a younger brother at home. The mother’s infamous for dressing flashy, and people say she’s been difficult since she was young.” She added with a sharp edge, “And don’t forget that scandal that almost dragged Reed Group’s name through the mud. Evelyn met Sebastian about six months ago, supposedly for business.”

Matthew “Mr. Hades Sinclair, the world’s most renowned billionaire and the sole heir of the Sinclair Corporation, is set to host his wedding party tonight. The world is buzzing with excitement. Despite being known for avoiding media attention, Mr. Hades Sinclair has allowed full coverage for this event and invited influential billionaires and politicians from across the globe. Tonight’s event promises to be truly historic—” “Turn it off,” I said sharply. The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror, immediately nodding.

Sinclair, the first person that came to Autumn’s mind was Keith. Did the Sinclair heir really have that much free time to wait for her in a café? Selena tugged on Autumn’s arm and whispered, "Autumn, the Mr. Sinclair he’s talking about—could it be that Sinclair?" "Probably." Autumn nodded. "You know the Sinclair heir?" Autumn thought for a moment, then shook her head. "Not really. My uncle saved him once. That’s about it. I don’t really know him." That didn’t count as knowing him?

Elena said, barely containing her excitement. "They never do," Natalie murmured. Her latest acquisition, a major Sinclair Enterprises subsidiary, had caught the entire board off-guard. Adrian had built that arm from scratch—it had been his pride, his symbol of dominance. And now she owned it. The silence between them thickened as Elena hesitated. "There’s one more thing." Natalie turned to her, brows lifted in inquiry. Elena tapped another article. 'Adrian Sinclair Spotted in Corsica – Is He Chasing Shadows?'

the coordinator laugh and his body shivers along the line. "So we are going to introduce a man that is fashionable, handsome has blue iced eyes, dark haired with a aura of dominance, he is well respected among people, his name is Adrian Sinclair the CEO of Sinclair enterprises, one of the fastest growing company in New York" he introduced me. Many people stood up to clap for me and I stood up bowing my head and then putting my hands on my chest trying to show respect to people. The coordinator came closer to us and he gave me the microphone.

"Nothing! I mean... I just came around here for something brief. An errand. Just... looking around." ​Diana chuckled, raising an eyebrow as she adjusted her bag. "Well, this neighborhood definitely isn't a top pick if you're looking for nice Chicago sightseeing, Sinclair." ​"Yeah," I forced a tight, panicked laugh. "Yeah, totally." ​"Anyway, I’ve gotta head inside," Diana said, pointing casually toward the small, faded house right behind us—the exact house from my paper. "See you tomorrow at work?" ​My whole world came to a screeching, violent halt.