Reno Sinclair Novels & Stories

Alessia opened a browser window and typed the name with hands that weren't quite steady. *Marcus Wren.* The search returned dozens of results — a musician in Ohio, a real estate agent in Texas, a dozen social media profiles belonging to men who shared the name but nothing else. She scrolled past them, refining the search, adding *Sinclair Global* and *pilot* to narrow the field. The results thinned immediately.

"You are certain." "Her mother bought a test. Her mother bought vitamins. She is careful, but her mother is not." Victor looked at the window. Outside, the garden was cut into straight lines. He paid three men to keep it that way. Thirty years ago he had built the Sinclair name out of nothing but nerve and other people's mistakes. Now his son had gone quiet for two weeks. Now there was a girl from a broken family somewhere in the country with a Sinclair child inside her. The press would love it. The board would not.

Principal Rollins comes to view and he smiles the moment he sees me. "Hello there Amelia. You finally came. Come in. We have important matters to discuss." he says and I grit my teeth. I look up at Mr Mitchell one last time as he rubs his temples with his eyes shut obviously trying his best not to look at me. I sigh and walk in pass him. He steps out of the office and shuts the door after him.

Sinclair said as I hissed. "And what would you gain from that ? I asked. "Payback for ruining my reputation. Now that the bastard is death I have a chance in winning this election." Sinclair said admitting he could never win without playing dirty. "I didn't do anything, you were the dick that held me at gunpoint, all you got was backlash." I yelled but at this point I was just wasting my breath. "If not for your blood money you'd be in jail right now." I said.

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.’”