Mariah Sinclair Novels & Stories

I can see why Claire likes her so much. "I don't plan to let her near him either. She doesn't deserve him," I say, and the green-eyed beauty gives me a wide smile. "That's what we like to hear. A woman who isn't afraid to protect what's hers," Mariah says as she comes in with her daughter strapped to her chest. She gives me a wink, just like Tabitha did, before heading for the fridge. "You seem to have some fire in you. Sam and Mariah are like that too. Carmen and I are more laid back," Tabitha says as she chuckles at Mariah.

Then he’ll decide what to do with her but right now he doesn’t give a shit as she’s guilty in his eyes until proven innocent. The sun rises and a women enters Mariah’s room and wakes her up. She’s a maid and she tells her that Sir Adam has ordered Mariah to wash herself up, change her clothes and come down. Mariah asks a lot of questions but the maid doesn’t answer any of her question. The maid is the first woman she’s seen since she came here. She had only seen men with guns in their hands. She thinks that this maid might be of some help but she doesn’t answer any questions. “Ma’am you’re a woman as well. I don’t know what they’re gonna do to me. Please help me get out of here. Please!” Mar

Without thinking twice . Their both was beautiful , no doubt. With her blond hair and a tiny mole beneath her lips . She has a figure that screamed sophisticated and mature . The type of woman that men crave . To top it all , she's rich !!! Madly so ! And very influential . There's isn't a soul in the whole of Canada who doesn't know the EME corporation Mariah bowed to the employees and made a few jokes with them as they have always do . Whenever Mariah is visiting the company , there was always a lovely air around them .

“I don’t know what happened, please forgive me!” “No worries.” Mariah said calmly. “It happens.” She was short, standing about 5 foot tall, and her shoulder length hair was dyed a deep red and pulled back to the nape of her neck. Beside her was a taller man, about 5 foot 9 but he was bulky, his shoulders were broad, and his arms were crossed. His hair was cut in a buzz, giving him a more intimidating demeanor. “This is Brian, by the way. He is coming with us for extra protection.”

Mia took back her seat as Jack also did. Marie looked at the journal and then back at Mia before smiling warmly: “what do you want me to do?” Sighing in relief Mia looked at me with a sweet smile and then back at Marie. “We found an entry about the Sinclairs' and what you intended to do about their son. Can you tell us more about this?” I asked Marie as I watched Mia pick her fork and started eating again. “AH, yes” she said with a disappointed look and half smiled: “That bastard all he cares about is getting girls into his bed and this is something I am not willing to do no matter what so i thought of approaching him in a different way and see how it will go from there ”

It was rare for her to be so eccentric so he raised his hand and patted her head as he smiled and said, “Naughty!” Silvia pushed his hand away in disgust. “Don’t mess up my hair, it’s annoying!” A woman not far away witnessed this scene of the two in front of the shelf. The woman gripped the handle of the cart so tightly that the knuckles on her fingers turned white because of too much force. This woman was none other than Mariah. Since moving back into her parents’ home, she had been playing the role of a quiet and obedient girl in front of her parents. She was no longer immersed in the dark past, but was actively cooperating with the psychiatrist her parents hired to treat her.

The baby's father was Marcus Hale, which opened a whole separate set of complications the investigator flagged without being asked. And then, at the bottom of his report, almost as an aside: Flynn Thornfield's wife had filed for divorce. Aria Sinclair, twenty eight, associate curator at Torres Contemporary. She'd been seen entering a family law office on Morrison Street four Tuesday mornings in a row. I looked at her name for a long time.

I asked, my expression stern and my brows furrowed. Maria hesitated, finding it difficult to put her thoughts into words. “Then you are not forgiven,” I declared, disposing of the used cotton ball and closing my medical kit. “I am Maria Sinclair,” she uttered, finally revealing her secret, her voice trembling with the weight of her confession. ‘Sinclair? Did I hear it right?’ I pondered. “I am the heir to my pack, and I was trained to be an assassin,” she continued her words, a confession of her past.

MARIA'S POV. The next morning came quickly. And for the first time in years, I slept like a child who had no reason to worry. I.was finally going to get my revenge on Allen. I walked down the marble stairs with my hand on the railing. The house was quiet. For a moment I felt like I was the only person alive. Adam was a busy woman. Unlike me who stayed in the shadows, Adam liked the spotlight— everything was to help me anyway.