Vincent Sinclair Novels & Stories

Then I whispered it. A name I didn’t even realize I’d made up for him in my mind. “PROFESSOR SIN ?”

His smiles hung on too long, and his comments grew personal. "You're quite impressive, Violet," Sinclair said, leaning in closer. "I can see why Clyde keeps you around. A woman like you could go far. with the right support. Violet stiffened, her instincts screaming at her to leave. “Thank you, Mr. Sinclair, but I’m just here to discuss the investment.” Sinclair chuckled. “Come now, Violet. Let’s not play coy. Sharon told me you’d be open to a little extra negotiation.” Violet’s eyes widened in shock. “Excuse me?”

Drax Industries was long overdue for a complete overhaul, and this only solidified my decision. I turned my attention to Vincent Crowe. Unlike the others, his expression remained neutral, a small, almost amused smile tugging at his lips. “Well,” he said, his tone light, almost mocking. “That was a rollercoaster of emotions. Congratulations on clearing your name, Mr. Sinclair.” He might not have been the true mastermind, but it was clear he wasn’t someone to be taken lightly. He had walked into this room with absolute confidence, which meant he believed his position was secure.

Two heads were always better than one. Vincent nodded breezily, leaning back in the chair across from my desk. “There is nothing out of the ordinary about Evelina,” Vincent said honestly, but I could sense a wariness in his tone. “She was born to Joel and Nikita Perez. Nikita divorced her husband when Evelina was seven. Fucker dislocated Evelina’s arm at one of Sinclair’s work related events. I wanted to rearrange Joel’s face. He’s still slinking around here in the packhouse trying to find someone who will give him alcohol.” Vincent’s face became ominous as he spoke. “Suceeded last night but we were able to get the bottle away from him.”

Finally, a message appeared. Richard Sinclair: Have you completely lost your mind? Another one followed immediately. Richard Sinclair: Marrying Quentin Langford less than twenty-four hours after your divorce? Do you realize what you’ve done to this family? Verity stared at the words silently, and something cold settled inside her. It wasn't pain this time. But clarity. Quentin crossed the room slowly until he stood directly behind her. His presence wrapped around her before he even touched her. One large hand slid gently around her waist while his other hand reached past her to take the phone from her fingers.

ELEANOR SINCLAIR Damian's head spun around to her, his gun shaking for the first time. I watched Helen-Nora's knees buckle and she struggled to keep herself standing, eyes open and frantic as they met his. "Vincent knows where my son is. He is alive. Please, don't take that away from me." Vincent's mouth twisted into a cruel smile, and he made the most of the moment. "So it was you, you-" Damian snapped his finger, and one of the men whacked him across the mouth, so that he spat blood. His head remained down before slowly rising up again, a smile exposing his red coloured teeth.

I see a predator who has been waiting for me to make a mistake. "I told you to stay away from that girl," he says, his voice dropping an octave. "You told me the name Sinclair should have disappeared years ago. Why, Vincent? What did she do?" "She didn't do anything." He steps closer, his shadow falling over me. "It’s what she represented. And if you’re smart, you’ll drop this. For the sake of the company. For your own sake." "Is that a threat?" He smiles, and it’s the most terrifying thing I’ve seen all night. "It’s a reminder of who kept this empire together while you were still mourning a father who couldn't even keep a car on the road."

“I… I haven’t agreed yet.” “You will.” His tone left no room for doubt. Because Vincent Sinclair didn’t make offers. He made inevitabilities.

Sinclair patted Vanessa's shoulder and said jokingly, "Oh, is it because you're going to be the wife of the Rovio's president soon, that's why you're looking down on this old classmate of yours? You're actually rejecting my invitation to a meal." If someone else were to say these words to Vanessa, she would definitely think that they were trying to hint at something to insult her. However, Sinclair would definitely not do that. Vanessa knew Sinclair well. He had never been the type to be cautious with his words like a typical businessman. On the contrary, he was careless and spoke about whatever he wanted. In the past, he had always said that he was not suited for the business world. However

Perfect. “See you soon.” He’d written it himself, fog blooming from his mouth in the cold like smoke from a sermon. She’d see it when she came home, her pretty mouth falling open in that little O of shock he used to love so much. She thought she was safe with that big bastard in her house. Cute. She thought she was strong now. Even cuter. Eden Cross had carried his sins once without even knowing it. Signed her name to accounts she’d never opened. Smiled beside him in church while his assistant—God bless Tiffany—warmed his bed after evening service.