Enid Sinclair Wednesday Novels & Stories

By mid afternoon, the world knew. News outlets blasted it across every screen, glossy headlines scrolling in bold. “Roman Thorne Engaged to Elena Sinclair, Wedding This Weekend!” The internet practically cracked in half. For years, Roman Thorne had been the untouchable king of his empire, cold, ruthless, never once spotted with a woman on his arm. His life was business, his name whispered in boardrooms and feared in the underworld alike. And Elena Sinclair? She was the infamous Sinclair brat. Spoilt, reckless, with a history of scandals that fed gossip columns like wildfire. The combination was unbelievable. Oil and fire. Ice and chaos.

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.”

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.

Sheila peeled off another pomelo segment and said, “I promised Grandma May that I’d visit her next time I’m off, chat with her, and take a look at Alex’s big house. “Then the following time, I’ll go on a road trip with her to enjoy the fall scenery. Aunt Enid, do you want to come along?” Her uncle and aunt exchanged glances. Then Enid smiled. “Sure! Let me know when you’re going. I’m cooped up in this clinic every day, and I’m about to go crazy. “I’ve wanted to go out for a while now. I see so many people posting about chrysanthemum exhibitions. I want to see those mountains full of red leaves. The photos people take are so beautiful!” There were also ginkgo trees, but in Wiltspoon, there we

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.

"You can't see me but I'm ripping out my hair at the moment. Okay. How long do we have?" "About fifty minutes now." I shrugged. "Well, let's make this count. Sinclair is the CEO of the Wells company. He's a wall street shark. He's a billionaire or maybe a trillionaire. Who can keep up with these things amiright? His birthday is on the fifteenth of July. You met at a horse race sixteen months ago. Mutual friends...uhm, let me see. Taylor Arnolds; she has an art gallery. Nathaniel Hawthorne. Lucas Armerick. Look, it won't matter. Both of you never talk about people."

Henry—I had done business with him in the past. “This is Andrea Sinclair, the heiress of Sinclair Corporation,” I introduced, turning to Andrea. I could tell she still wasn’t used to hearing people call me Dawson. She had asked me about it before, but I had avoided the question. I wasn’t ready to open up to her yet—not until she was ready to join me in my plan. “Good morning, sir,” she greeted Mr. Henry. “Good morning, Miss Sinclair. You can have your seat.” He gestured for us to sit. I took my seat, and Andrea sat beside me.

Enid shrugged before he shook his head and went back to his morning papers. Andrea served us breakfast and I was already in a soiled mood. My neckline was low, low enough to expose my boobs but Enid did pay attention. He acted like I was his sister. But I was not. "What time is your meeting scheduled with the event planner?" His gaze left his phone to my face. "Eight o'clock. Are you still coming?" I pouted sensuously. He didn't seem to pay attention to it. He just nodded and took his coffee to his mouth.