Jean Sinclair Novels & Stories

“The truth.” I could see Mother was bordering on panic. She spread her hands in resignation. “My brain was genetically and biologically enhanced beyond anything nature could ever achieve.” She paused, wringing her hands, one over the other. “You were cloned…to take over my role if the program ever got back on track.”

I sat down at my desk and opened up my laptop. Immediately, it started getting blown up with emails and I groaned. The hell was going on? “Oh no…Zach…” I looked up at Stacy, who was looking at me, wide-eyed, as was Jason. I looked down at the email that read, ‘Care to comment’ and pulled up the article. ‘Jennifer Sinclair, heiress to the Sinclair group and fiancé to Zachary Anderson, caught in bed with modeling agent Andre Forte.’ There was a lovely video of her naked, wrapped in bedsheets with her modeling manager, covering his assets with a bed pillow.

She took her bath quickly and dressed up, she left her room angrily. “You are not going to take breakfast!?” Ophelia inquired but Milana left the house without giving her a reply. **************** Milana was in a taxi when she saw the news that sent a shiver down her spine. THE REAL IDENTITY ABOUT THE MOTHER OF THE SECOND SON OF THE SINCLAIR; The second son of the Sinclair family “Dave Sinclair” mother is a maid from the poor family. She is also the shameless prostitute who climbs her way up to Henry Sinclair's bed but gets nothing more than a terrible death.

“Rogues are nasty people, and if they are getting paid by someone else, it could be someone powerful.” “Paul,” I began, “Sinclair was taken as a newborn. She didn’t have a good home growing up. She later became a hitman and is completely lethal. Plus, she has the entire Blackstone and Ironclaw pack backing her.” He looked at Sinclair curiously, “A hitman?” “Kaia is one too,” I said. “She is just as lethal. She didn’t lawn dart you at that dinner by instinct. She's trained to be deadly.”

“Rogues are nasty people, and if they are getting paid by someone else, it could be someone powerful.” “Paul,” I began, “Sinclair was taken as a newborn. She didn’t have a good home growing up. She later became a hitman and is completely lethal. Plus, she has the entire Blackstone and Ironclaw pack backing her.” He looked at Sinclair curiously, “A hitman?” “Kaia is one too,” I said. “She is just as lethal. She didn’t lawn dart you at that dinner by instinct. She's trained to be deadly.”

I said, and he breathed out. “This is a lot to handle. If it’s true, then their crimes have tripled,” he said, and I nodded my head. And that also means she has family out there. Her father's name is Charles Sinclair, and the Sinclair family is filthy rich. They are a Scottish family and very wealthy. I need to do my research on them. If she is the only one alive, then it means the Sinclair fortune belongs to her because I heard it’s being run by a woman. I breathed out knowing there is a lot I need to do. These few months will be hectic, but I mostly need to focus on our wedding because I want her to be my wife as soon as possible. I am eager for it.

Beside me, Judith nudged me gently and whispered, "Oh god! I cannot believe I finally get to meet her. I really admire Mrs. Lachlan." Following suit, we all stood to greet her, and a radiant smile illuminated her face as she approached us. Mrs. Lachlan enveloped me in a tight embrace, her touch gentle and comforting as she caressed my face affectionately. Despite my apprehensions, her warm demeanor put me at ease. "Mary, my dear," she began, her voice gentle yet filled with genuine care, "I've heard so much about you from Joseph. He speaks of you with such fondness and admiration. We haven’t really gotten a chance to talk."

Your presence would mean the world to us, and we look forward to creating new memories together. With heartfelt thanks and warmest regards, The Sinclair Family Tears welled in Hyacinth’s eyes as she reached for the old black-and-white photos, some of them faded with time. Her mother, Georgina Af Forselles, was always at the center, surrounded by powerful figures. She had been a force to be reckoned with—a woman of immense strength and intelligence. Yet, her life had taken a tragic turn when she married Samuel Dawson. I couldn’t help but wonder how such a powerful woman had ended up trapped in a toxic marriage.

Jean continued. “That's not true, Jean.” There was the sound of heavy footsteps. “I have to talk to Felicia!” “Meryl, wait!” Jean called. I came out of the stall when no one was around. Strange. Were the two women friends? Jean's demeanor sounded unfriendly. She said something untrue about me and Sinclair. Was she intentionally provoking Meryl? I wasn't Sinclair's favorite dancer. I was at his club to pay off my father's debt. His behavior backstage wasn't romantic at all. Was she blind to assuming that our boss secretly liked me?

The next moment, the curtains were opened to either side with an elegant beauty walking inside. She had a tall physique like a model. Although there was light makeup on her face, it couldn’t cover her god-like beauty. This woman has the beauty of an enchantress. Any man would be spellbound just by looking at her. But a pervert like Grey didn’t dare to look at this woman at all. In fact, he stood up immediately when she entered. He lowered his head while holding in his pain before saying, “Greetings, my young sister.” The woman was named Hannah Jean and was this generation’s decision-maker of the Jean family of Mordu.