Reno Sinclair Mga Nobela at Kwento

I only stopped when I finally stopped smelling medicine in the air and bought a bottle of water from a vending machine, gulping down most of it. Even as I came to my senses, I heard the boy in my belly talking to me. [Mommy! Help! She's killing me… She's eating everything, leaving me with nothing!] Hearing that voice, I was finally sure that this wasn't a dream. It was real, and I had reincarnated. - In my last life, I was married to Zach Spencer for five years but we never had children until he told me about Tina. She was his childhood friend and a gynecologist, and she had a miraculous treatment that could induce pregnancy right away.

"Russell's sponsor is asking him to fight new year's eve. But I worry his ribs might not be fully healed by then." "Sponsor? Russ... You didn't tell me you had a sponsor? Way to go, son." he says happily, making Russell close his eyes as if I had just revealed a dark secret. "Who's your sponsor?" he asks. Both Russell and I respond at the same time. "No one important." "Knights Enterprise." Uncle Fred's jaw clenched, and I could see his face turn angrily. "Knights Enterprise?" he turns to Russell, who has his eyes closed and hands fisted.

"I'll make sure to handle things more effectively in the future, Mr. Sinclair." As Jacobson left Mace's office, he couldn't help but feel a growing sense of resentment toward the wealthy businessman. Mace's unapologetic rudeness and constant belittling had left a bitter taste in Jacobson's mouth, but he knew he had a job to do, regardless of the challenges he faced. The battle between Mace Sinclair and Nysaa Everhart was far from over, and Jacobson was caught in the middle of their fiery clash of wills.

Sinclair smiled and beckoned unto his assistant that stood behind him. " Seems like you lots don't listen to the news anymore" He motioned to his assistant who went ahead to play the news that was on the front page of the iPad he held. " Breaking News On Business Posts this week. Multi-millionaire Businessman, Mr Sinclair, who was detained after his recuperation from coma 5 years ago has been found innocent of all the charges he was accused of. Evidence that was dropped by an anonymous person this week contained pieces of how he was innocent and wrongly accused of corruption by opponents who went after him for not supporting their supposed candidates five years ago.

His voice remained composed yet conveyed a subtle sense of authority. “Ms. Sinclair is present because she possesses the ability to provide what this company requires—significance, fascination, and a narrative the audience cannot overlook.” "And that outweighs the risks?" the same board member questioned. Grayson leaned forward, his tone colder. “We’re in the business of risks. Calculated ones. Crown thrives because we don’t follow trends; we set them. Scarlet Sinclair’s comeback is more than merely gaining talent—it’s a declaration.” The room went still, his words left a mark in the air.

“Because of her?” He didn’t answer. Vivienne took another sip and hummed thoughtfully. “Sinclair, was it? Nora Sinclair?” Adrian’s jaw twitched. “Don’t.” “Relax. I’m not here to cause trouble,” she said, voice laced with false innocence. “It’s just… the name sounds familiar.” He stiffened. “What do you mean?” “I’m sure it’s nothing. But I remember the name Sinclair from one of your father’s briefings. Small, family-owned company. Struggling financially. I think Victor called it ‘ripe for absorption.’”

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 needs it. Sinclair is busier than he’s ever been. He reminds me, in some ways, of the cold, brooding, discerning business man I met at the beginning of all of this. In some ways I lost track of that man I fell in love with in all of our odd adventures in Vanara, and in the bunker, and in the RV, and everywhere else.

Cindy said, and Ramona gave them a glance before looking at the door one more time then placed her eyes on them. "Sorry, pardon my manners, I'm Ramona Lang Sinclair" Ramona introduced, and Cindy, and Tyla shared a glance before smiling. "Sinclair, like the Sinclair family. The Sinclair that owns hotels, schools, logistic companies, hospitals in this country" Tyla said, looking surprised and happy at the same time. "The Sinclair family that owns estates, and houses that celebrities are living in, they did bridges, and roads too. Oh my gosh, is this real" Cindy exclaimed, with bright emotions purely shown in her voice.

Elena countered, her voice remaining exceptionally calm and as flat as ice. The man let out a low chuckle—a crisp, thoroughly charming sound—as he removed his designer sunglasses. "Ah, razor-sharp. But I am no stranger, Elena. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Vincent. Vincent Sinclair." Elena arched a single eyebrow, making no immediate effort to return the man's extended hand. "Sinclair? Are you part of the prominent Sinclair family back in London?" "Precisely. And more importantly, I happened to be a schoolmate and university classmate of your husband, Liam Harrington," Vincent voiced with a subtle, highly knowing smirk. Without asking for permission, he pulled out the chair direct