Jean Sinclair Mga Nobela at Kwento

My vision blurred, terror and guilt mixing inside me. “We’re done,” he muttered. “Leave quietly.” And I did. God forgive me, I walked out with another woman’s child, and I told the world my real daughter had died. I did it as a mother. A terrified, desperate mother. But a sin is still a sin. And watching Nina grow into this bitter, angry thing… watching Amara suffer for something she had no hand in… it is swallowing me whole. My fingers trembled as I bit down on one to keep from screaming.

“What is it with you British people with your chivalry over a woman like her?” “Well, you clearly don’t know me, and you don’t know anything about Harry, as well. I like her just the way she is. She might not have money, family, or something that you have right now, but she definitely has us. I and Keene are her family. So listen to me very carefully, woman. While the London bridge still stands, you don’t get a chance to lay a finger or dig your claws into her again, do you understand me? You already got what you wanted, so stay the bloody hell off!”

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.”

She had never been jealous of anyone ever and neither was she ever going to let the father of her daughter succeed in making her feel jealous of his precious secretary. Grabbing her things, she went straight to that cabin which she was now sharing with that new sinister business associate of hers, Mr Kieran Sinclaiz with that thought inside her head that she would not let him win in this game of making her jealous but what about the jealousy she was actually feeling by seeing him giving so much importance to another woman? ……………….

I trail off, not able to put my riotous emotions into words. Sinclair exhales deeply and stands, his thumb brushing back and forth along my cheek. “And that’s what I’m afraid of.” He admits. “If something happens to me, I want you as far away from that danger as possible.” I gnaw on my lower lip, averting my eyes as tears well. “Then there’s really no way I can change your mind?” “No, Ella.” Sinclair confirms. “My mind is made up.” He towers over me, his wolf flashing in his eyes. “Now, about this climbing bookcases business…”

Anyway, I told Sophie I was going to come to the small gathering of socialites so I could give the women in her circle the opportunity to play bully. Immediately I entered the room, the conversation halted and instead, murmurs rose as they eyed me while they judged. Like I said earlier, children. I smiled, unbothered by their veiled disdain and envy and walked to the middle of the room where I had Sophie book me a table at the function. The person I had bet my money would be the first to speak approached me and took a seat beside me. Marjorie Sinclair, wife of Nathan Sinclair, a powerful man with an even bigger shipping company but not bigger than the Blackwells.

“Because you’ll be protected. I’ll make sure of it. We have judges. Lawyers. We donate to the hospital. Do you think some working-class girl with a mid fashion label can take us down? The world eats girls like Eloise for breakfast.” Something inside me twisted. “But she seemed pregnant,” I whispered. “What if she’s pregnant?” Jadeline’s brow lifted a fraction. “Then that’s her tragedy. Not yours.” I backed away. “You don’t get it.” “Oh, I do,” she said, voice sharpening. “You’ve let her into your head. You think she’s more than she is. But she isn’t. She’s a shadow. You are Jennifer Sinclair, CEO of one of the biggest Jewelry brands in the world. You will not throw your future away for guilt

Somewhere down there, Killian was in meetings, building our future while his stepmother tried to destroy it. “Eleanor?” “Yes?” “Get out of my house.” “Your house?” Her laugh was sharp as breaking glass. “This isn't your house, dear. This is Sinclair family property, purchased with Sinclair family money. You are just living here by permission.” “Then I guess you had better leave before the owner comes home and finds you here uninvited.” "The owner is a Sinclair. I'm a Sinclair. You're nobody." “I'm the woman he chose. That makes me somebody whether you like it or not.”

“Mr. Sinclair, this Miss Lewis is far too vicious. If she dared to harm Mrs. Sinclair Sr. today out of resentment, she’ll hurt even more people whenever things don’t go her way. Someone this cruel should be arrested and locked away for good.” “Who would’ve thought she looked so gentle on the surface, yet her heart was this poisonous. She almost turned Mrs. Sinclair Sr.’s birthday banquet into a funeral. “Anyone who dares lay hands on the Sinclair family’s elder clearly has no regard for the family at all.”

“Don’t deny it, Scarlet. You like me doing all those things to you. Since you say you don’t remember it, why don’t I help you remember?” “No, Sin.” I attempted to hold my ground. Sin was not getting any step closer. His words had made sense, but I knew in my heart why I had allowed him to sleep in my bed. I was afraid of the dark and fearful of being alone. Maya’s death made me fear the darkness. I slept with the light on every night, but his presence made me feel more comfortable. The other thing had been the utility bills. The fewer rooms in which I switched on the electrical appliances, the less it would incur to my bills.