Jean Sinclair Novels & Stories

I can’t breathe as I feel blinded by the pain. “Oh, dear. I think he is having a heart attack,” Sinclair said. Her expression was cool and without any concern. “Help…me…,” I pleaded. Sinclair whispered in my ear. “Why would I help anyone who colluded with the man who kidnapped me, killed my parents, and my sister?” She stood up, and I felt my life waning. She looked at Julian. “Let’s go. He should sleep. Permanently.” Julian smirked. “I knew you were ruthless. Shall we go see Chad now?”

Her sister, Cynthia, found it difficult to watch someone as gorgeous as Jeanie become so turned-off from men and relationships because of Don. Cynthia knew that Jeanie could have any man she wanted, but she usually went along with whomever was the most persistent in pursuing her, which meant she usually dated (and married), aggressive assholes.

"Twenty-eight years old, runs the company since his parents died. Smart kid but reckless. Doesn't take his own safety seriously even though there've been six assassination attempts in the past year. His last bodyguard quit because Sinclair kept ditching him to go to clubs and parties, treating the whole thing like a joke." Kieran flipped open the file and saw a photo that made his stomach do something weird. Elliot Sinclair was fucking gorgeous. Like, unfairly so. Tall and broad-shouldered in an expensive suit, with silver-white hair that marked him as something rare. Kieran's eyes narrowed. Silver-white hair only meant one thing. "He's S-Tier," Kieran said flatly. It wasn't a question. Patt

WHERE IT ALL STARTED. Giordana. "Baaa....be," The tall, shapely blonde-haired girl, also known as my best friend let out a high pitched squeal as she sighted me. I smiled in amusement at her enthusiasm. Trudging further into the room, I struggled to maintain my posture as she launched herself onto me, catching me unawares and before I knew it, we were tumbling to the ground like a sack of potatoes. She rolled off me, smiling sheepishly as she stretched out her arms to help me up.

"Give me the name, Randolph." Belishaw struggled to stay silent, but it was like trying to catch grains of sand. Sinclair sighed and lifted the scalpel. This time he didn't move out of anger. He flicked his wrist and sliced Belishaw's other cheek. A cry escaped his lips, but he did not let the name out. Sinclair set his weapon down. "I wonder if I need to bring additional motivation for you? Perhaps the human woman you've been seeing. Jodie Harkness? Would she loosen your tongue if I had her to play with?"

The chyron screamed across the bottom: CAROLINE SINCLAIR ARRESTED FOR ROLE IN DAUGHTER’S KIDNAPPING. The world tilted beneath me. My grip on Aaron’s hand slipped. No. That couldn’t be real. I blinked, my chest heaving, but the image didn’t change. The Sinclair matriarch—elegant, untouchable, venom wrapped in silk—dragged into the open in iron cuffs. “Is this—” My voice cracked, breaking on the words. “Is this real?”

MISTRESS FED COMPANY SECRETS TO RIVAL WHILE CEO RAISED HER CHILD AS HIS OWN. EXCLUSIVE: THE WOMAN SINCLAIR DIVORCED WHILE SHE CARRIED HIS ONLY HEIR. I stopped at the last one. Read it again. The woman Sinclair divorced while she carried his only heir. I put the phone face down on the bed. Lay back. Pressed both hands over my face.

Inside, the only illumination came from the harsh, cold glow of the primary projection array, casting emerald and crimson data tracks across the long quartzite table. Jade Sinclair sat motionless before her central console, her fingers poised above the interface like a concert pianist preparing for a violent movement. She had removed her charcoal-grey blazer, draping it precisely over the back of her chair. In her crisp black silk shirt, with her dark hair pulled tightly into that flawless knot, she looked less like an executive secretary and more like a high-voltage terminal cold, efficient, and housing enough raw, calculated electricity to black out a city block.

She snapped. “Woman, watch your tongue” Kale growled angrily as his aura swept around them but Mrs Sinclair wasn't fazed in the slightest if anything, she was more defiant than ever. “You could end up in the dungeon for this” Jayden said and she scoffed. “You've sent me to hell by taking my daughter away from me” She stepped closer, her eyes fierce and unyielding. “So do your worst” “Sinclair” Jayden yelled. “What?” she retorted in the same manner. “I've already lost my daughter in the name of being respectful to the Alpha of the pack so I have nothing to fear anymore”

And, watching them now, all I could think was; what kind of disaster would that combination create if they ever decided to reproduce? Then someone leaned forward, curiosity lighting her eyes. “But wait…if you’re that close with the Sinclairs, you must know the heiress personally?” Phina adjusted her posture, lifting her chin just slightly. “Of course I do,” she said smoothly. “Oh really? That’s amazing. I’ve been dying just to meet her once,” Kate said eagerly. “The Sinclair family is the second richest in the country, after the Vaughns. She’s like a ghost. Nobody even knows what she looks like.”