Vincent Sinclair Novels & Stories

"What bigger picture could possibly justify selling your own daughter to a psychopath?!" Cynthia let out a harsh, barking laugh, shaking her head with utter condescension. "It's not for you to know, Elena! You wouldn't understand it even if I laid it out for you! Graham Sinclair was the better choice! He was a big man - a man with real legacy, real political backing, real global reach! He had everything a woman could ever dream of, and you had him wrapped around your finger! But what did you do? You ruined it! You drove him to become what he is today!"

I have never seen him so angry. “Calm down, father in-law. I'm not a bad person.” Leonardo whispers in an uninterested tone, tapping away on the armrest. “If you, Leonardo Cassano, are not a bad person, who is? Should I give you a run down of your biography? Leonardo Cassano, leader of the Cassano family mafia, and assassins league's underground army, who ascended to power after killing his father, uncle and two cousins. After he ascended, he expanded the Cassano empire to all of northern America, some parts of South America, East Asia, Europe, and Africa. On the surface, he's the genius CEO of JK group. But he's actually the mysterious demon whom different countries of the world are after.

He held a tablet in his hand—the master control for the Weaver. "You should have stayed in the grave, Vincenzo," Santino said, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and a desperate, pathetic arrogance. "I’ve rewritten the protocols. The Weaver doesn't recognize you anymore. To the machine, you’re just a glitch. And I’ve always been good at deleting glitches." Enzo didn't raise his gun. He walked toward his cousin, his footsteps echoing on the hardwood floor with the weight of a death sentence.

Vincent Mercer was not a man to take humiliation lightly. Damien Sinclair and Celeste Laurent had cornered him publicly, stripping Mercer-Calloway of their leverage, embarrassing him in front of investors, the press, and the entire industry. His bruised ego wouldn’t heal with time. It needed blood. And Mercer had no intention of fighting fair. He didn’t need to. “Activate the contingency,” Vincent growled into his phone, his tone like a viper poised to strike. “Use the girl. She’s the soft spot.”

“That must be good then. “What's your name?” Alex asked. Vincent opened his mouth before shaking his head. “If you ask me questions, I get to ask you some too.” Alex shrugged casually. “You go on.” “Well, you guys have forgotten about me.” Jenna grumbled. Alex smiled at her and winked as she grabbed the fluffy pillow and hugged it to her chest. She glared at Alex before closing her eyes. He turned back to Vincent. “So what's your name?” “Vincent.” He said. “Vincent Reynolds.” He added.

Devin butted in. Inspector Santos glared at Devin for interrupting and she said, “continue, Ms. Green.” Rolling my eyes, I ignored her glare at my actions. “It was Camilla Smith.” I repeated, “she swayed her bat, like Harley Quinn, and she hit me too many times until I lost consciousness. The next thing I knew, Devin was on my side and I’m in this hospital.” “Thank you, Ms. Green,” the lady officer stood up and fixed her lady tux suit jacket. “Who’s Harley Quinn?” she gave a wink before exiting the room.

There's no way she'd argue after I just saved her father's company from bankruptcy. After Grandpa passed I've made my area of the Sinclair conglomerate bigger than it ever was. So have my brothers, Ares and Maverick. Our last name is known in every part of the world, and everyone knows it would be a privilege to work or be associated with a Sinclair. Natalia is fully aware that our marriage is purely business and she's happy as long as the money in her account is bottomless. Ares and Maverick are convinced she's a gold digger who's only with me for my money and the privileges our last name provides. They've asked why I've not gotten a divorce, because we all know that I don't need her father

I removed my cufflinks, rolled up my sleeves, album in my hands, resting my back on my oak office chair. I pressed the number, line connecting to my accountant; Sarah - The one I couldn’t mess up with because she was a mother of two kids and too much out of my taste. I wished I could hire someone like her for Luciano so he could understand my pain, but fuck him for being too much of a right guy. Bastard be so mean, wouldn't let me have my type of fun just because he wasn't man enough to give it a shot himself. Line connected. “Good morning, Mr. Nikola, how may I help you today?” Her voice stops me from firing her every time. That’s her luck.

“I know you look at me worse than a prostitute. Go on, shove that to my freaking face, Clyve, because you are so damn self-righteous that you never made mistakes. But I can’t turn back the time. One thing you should know is I never regretted every damn time I did what I did. That’s what made me who I am today. That’s why I am still here standing despite what happened in my past life. I will do it in a heartbeat for the sake of someone I care about. I never felt ashamed of being a Sindy Kate in case you haven’t noticed.” Maybe there was a grain of regret and trust left in him because he suddenly dropped his gaze. “Let me guess, you never experienced in a situation without a damn choice, have

His eyes lingered on my face for a while, then he nodded, extending his arm for me. I placed my hand in his as we walked towards the front door when a guard approached us and bowed to Clinton. Anger surged through me when I recognized the guy—Maddox, one of the guards who had hit me during the time I was locked in the dungeon. The urge to return all the pain he and his fellows gave me was too strong, but I managed to shove it down under the mask of indifference, keeping my expression neutral even as my fingers itched to strike back.