Lester Sinclair Novelas e Histórias

"Granduncle, my apologies for keeping you waiting." As Marcia looked at the solemn-faced elder, she suddenly recognized him as Colby Sinclair, one of Sin Corporation's founders, along with Elijah's grandfather, Daniel Sinclair. The two brothers had built Sin Corporation from the ground up. After Daniel's death in a car accident years ago, Colby had handed over the company to Louis and retreated from the public eye with his family. Marcia had only seen a rare photo of Colby in an unpublished internal company magazine, and she wouldn't have recognized him otherwise.

Sinclair walked over to the counter, his eyes lingering on me, but he got no response, then he turned his head towards Keith for answers instead. “That's the reason he's always here. So get used to it.” Keith said. Sinclair nodded, turning to me again. “Hey, want some smoke?” “No thanks, that stuff does something nasty to my body system." Keith chimed in, "Yeah, makes him do really stupid things he'd regret after a hangover.” Sinclair nodded again. I leaned towards the wooden counter, placing my elbows on it. "So tell me, you once said you lost your child right?” I asked Sinclair. He nodded, paying close attention. “And I suppose you have a Luna, yeah?"

Leonel Sinclair, what are you doing to me? And worse, why don’t I want you to ever stop?

The interior was even more opulent than the exterior, brimming with grand chandeliers dripping with crystals, lavish gold accents, and plush velvet furnishings that exuded luxury and sophistication. “The fact that you like this place,” he replied. Before I could come up with a response, he led us to the receptionist, who immediately perked up at the sight of him. Something shot through my veins—hot and fiery, like a flash of lightning, and I didn’t know what to make of it. Turning my attention to Clinton, I saw him grinning at her. Did he bring me here just to flirt with someone else? “Welcome, sir, to the Sterling Hotel, where luxury meets timeless elegance,” she sang, fluttering her lashes

If I did, he would never let go. Sadists were like that. And Leon was the biggest sadist I knew. ========= Marcus’ POV. “Who went to his office?” “Leon Ralis.” “Who the fuck is Leon Ralis?” “Son of Sir Sinclair, the billionaire whose fortune is steeped in the art world, leading philanthropist and donor for tech development.” I stared at Shaw, my consigliere. He held my gaze. I knew the name, Sinclair. But I couldn’t understand why his supposed son, who didn’t bear the family name, was visiting Jayden, when the other son, the younger one, who did, was already working with Jay, on whatever contract they had signed.

he said. “I do.” “No,” he corrected quietly. “You don’t.” Lydia’s expression didn’t change. “Then explain it to me.” Adrian stood up slowly. He wasn't being aggressive, but deliberate. He moved around the desk, stopping just a few feet from her—close enough to feel familiar, but far enough to stay controlled. “Sinclair isn’t just reacting,” he said. “He’s positioning.” Lydia nodded slightly. “I know.” “He’s using media.”

“I don’t need to, Ms. Leon, I’ve been around powerful men my whole life, I know the look women get when they think they’ve found one they can control – or fix, and I see that same look in you Ms. Leon, or should I say Skyla?” I stepped closer, my voice as brittle as ice. “Ypu don’t know shit, Ms Sinclair,” I muttered firmly through gritted. “I would gain nothing by controlling him. All I want is to destroy the man trying really hard to destroy me – bring him down to his knees. And if Xavier’s not standing in the way, then I don’t have a problem with him. Yet.” Her jaw ticked aggressively. “Enjoy your little theatrics while it lasts Ms Leon. But remember, you’re a scandal, I’m a Sinclair big

Or Sinclair. Holy shit.