Mariah Sinclair Novels & Stories

This was a serious threat that could destroy everything he had built over the past fifteen years. There was a soft, polite knock on his study door. Without looking up from the stack of papers and phone numbers scattered across his desk, Astor responded in a tired voice. "Come in." The door opened quietly, and one of the house staff entered the room. It was Maria, an older woman who had been working as a maid for the Sinclair family for many years. "Sir, someone is here to see you," Maria said respectfully, keeping her voice low. Astor didn't look up from his papers. He was still focused on his list of contacts, trying to think of anyone else he could call about the Chamber & Associates situa

I hated that after three years of marriage, I still could not tell what he was thinking. “How?” I finally asked. He sighed. “Six years ago, I was engaged to Sophie.” My heart sank. “I know.” Everyone in the business world knew about Damian Sinclair’s broken engagement. The woman had disappeared only weeks before their wedding. People called her a gold digger. Some claimed she had run away with another man. Others believed she had died. No one ever knew the truth. “I did not know she was pregnant when she left.” His voice was calm, but I noticed the tension in his shoulders. “She came back a few weeks ago.”

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“You bet. He is saving it for the last.” “Remember Dr. Dre said some of it was stolen by one of the nurses.” My brows perked up. “That means we have got a chance to get it.” I tossed the invites on the table. “Get the two Sinclairs.” “They are four.” “Four?” “I don't know the other woman you are talking about but this Maria Sinclair.” He pointed at a sickly woman with bright eyes and calm demeanor on a wheelchair. “She has two sons. Both of them are bad news.”

Yet, when we got to the driveway of my home, my mother and father were outside. Drunk. Again. “Oh, Jesus,” I whispered because this time my brother was out there too, waving wildly at them. I shut my eyes once and breathed in and out before I said, “You can just drop me here and please don’t …” I glanced at Nicholas as he took in the scene. Mariah Maxwell was once a put-together woman in public. Beautiful blonde hair, high cheekbones, thin and willowy, but mean eyes. She’d always had a glint in them and now, as she approached the vehicle, I knew her and her lover’s wrath would be turned on me.

That smug looking bastard. "Did you know that Marianna is having your baby?" Sinclair smirked looking at me but it is Wayne he must be talking to because I have touched Marianna too recently to have gotten her pregnant. "Hear that Nate? Your little Maria is having another man's baby. That is proof that she's not really your girl. When will I get my turn?" They both laughed. She's not a toy. I pounced on Sinclair my fist descending on his face. It was my knuckles against his face until I was yanked away by Frank. "Let me go!" I protested. "I'm going to kill you Sinclair!"

Morrison stood beside them, watching happily. "Hello. You must be Jennifer." Jennifer turned to the woman. She was a bit taller, but the other woman was so dressed up, and spoke of elegance and dignity. "Yes..yes, ma'am." "Oh, just call her Mariah." Mrs. Morrison interrupted with a disregarding wave of her hand. Mariah bit the inside of her cheeks at the disrespect, but maintained the smile. She extended her hand to her, her eyes hiding the deep contempt she felt. "I am Elijah's first wife." She introduced. "Mariah."

She always had this warmth in her eyes but now there is this madness and an evil glint that is shinning very brightly. “Maria Smith” is her name, she was with me for half of my life. She was a big part of my life, I was always smitten with her because she is perfect in everything. She was a popular girl and a social butterfly and a cheerleader. I was also popular and a social butterfly but not as much as maria. We were like two pods in a pea.

Maybe she hadnt thought about it. "Tabitha, I made a choice. I loved my unborn, but I loved the people in the room with me too. I chose to save the people in the room with me, and I do not regret that choice. I am sad, but the people responsible for my pup's death are dead. I killed them. Don't you ever blame yourself again. You have never been in a situation like that, but I have on numerous occasions, and I did what was necessary. You, my friend, are innocent. I love you, Tabitha. You are part of the pack. You and Sam are like sisters to me. Lauren and I never truly got along, but with you, I have never had that uncomfortable feeling. I trust you. I love you. You are in no way responsible