Jean Sinclair Novels & Stories

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.

“At this point, if Mrs. Sinclair says she wants the moon, her husband will probably build a rocket and bring it down for her.” A man laughed quietly. “That’s nothing. If she says she wants the whole world, he’ll hand it over without blinking,.even if the rest of us suffer for it.” “Just remind me never to get on her bad side,” another voice muttered. “I don’t want to lose my life because I accidentally splash water on her dress.” The words drifted around me, some filled with admiration, some with jealousy, some with fear. They were shocked, stunned beyond belief that someone like Hades Sinclair would publicly place himself beneath a woman, willingly no less.

“ Am I really your favourite in the game? “ Klein remembered the altercation with Thane, “ You think this is about favourites? “ “ Then what is it about? “ She wanted to know. “ It is about me falling in love with you. “ Hearing that, Jeane's paintbrush fell to the ground, her heart rate increased speed. Klein chuckled again in the same manner. As Jeane bent to recover her brush, Klein discovered a burnt looking scar on her lower waist area. He instantly got concerned as a sharp glare cut through his cold eyes. He dropped his paintbrush and went to her. “ What is this scar? “ Slowly, he grazed his fingers across the scar. Jeane gasped, instantly frigid by his touch. “ How did you get this sc

A clearly didn't want to talk about this issue. "Just guess." B was very excited. A shook his head. "I can't guess." B smiled mysteriously. "I know who it is." "Who?" A asked, looking interested. "It's Mr. Sinclair." A was stunned. Mr. Sinclair referred to Monica. The Sinclair family's eldest daughter. "Don't talk nonsense. Mr. Sinclair has a fiancé. Isn't it ruining her reputation to say this without evidence?" "Tsk, I'm not talking nonsense at all. I saw it with my own eyes. I really wouldn't dare to talk nonsense about this without evidence." B said righteously.

“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.

I knew she would be a piece of work, but I was willing to put in the time and effort to get through to her. I had told Lucian and Maxwell that our ruthless and mean approach was why she was like this. The girl had tried to run over twenty times, and even though Lucian threatened to beat her up, she still dared to do it again. It was time we broke her with kindness. We would see her lovely side if we treated her as she should be treated. I did not want to believe that this was all that there was to Scarlett. Yes, she seemed mean and ungrateful, but I believed it was a defence mechanism, and Lucian was too blind to see it. My decision to accept her eventually was not because of magic but becau