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Sinclair's Lost Heir[The Rise Of The Betrayed Son-in-law] CHAPTER 15
Ethan’s POV The camera flashes were relentless, a rapid-fire assault of white light bursting in every direction. Olivia and I stood at the center of it all, poised yet unyielding as reporters clamored for our attention. The polished marble beneath my feet gleamed under the estate’s golden lights, reflecting the grandeur of the Sinclair gala. Olivia, ever composed, gave a soft smile to the cameras, her fingers resting lightly on my arm as if we had done this a hundred times before.For a moment, I allowed myself to take it in the contrast of where I stood now against the gutter the Hales had once kicked me into. The lavish venue, the elite of the business world mingling in tailored suits and glittering gowns, and me, standing tall amongst them as an equal.“Look at him,” a sneering voice cut through the elegant atmosphere like a rusted blade. “Right back to doing what he does best.”I turned my head slightly, already knowing who it was before my gaze locked onto Nathan Hale. He stood
Sinclair's Lost Heir[The Rise Of The Betrayed Son-in-law] CHAPTER 16
Ethan’s POV The clinking of champagne glasses and the hum of lively conversation filled the grand Sinclair estate hall, a symphony of power and influence converging under one roof. The gala was in full swing, a dazzling display of wealth and status. Crystal chandeliers bathed the room in golden light, reflecting off the polished marble floors and the opulent gowns of the guests.I moved through the crowd with calculated ease, my presence drawing both curiosity and admiration. Board members of Sinclair Empire, some familiar faces and others I had yet to meet, took turns introducing me to their acquaintances. The introductions were warm but laced with subtle intent—an expectation that, as the newly reinstated Sinclair, I would one day hold favor over them.“Ethan, you must meet Charles Belmont,” a senior board member, Gregory Vaughn, said as he placed a firm hand on my shoulder. “One of the finest men in global finance. Charles, this is Ethan Sinclair, the president’s son.”The words h
Sinclair's Lost Heir[The Rise Of The Betrayed Son-in-law] CHAPTER 17
Ethan’s POVMy name, Ethan Sinclair was now carved into the legacy of one of the most powerful business empires in the world.The press wasted no time. Within minutes, headlines were flooding news websites, television broadcasts, and social media feeds.Ethan Sinclair: From Disgraced Outlaw to Heir of the Sinclair Empire!Sinclair’s Long-Lost Grandson Returns—Hales Left in the Dust!Fraud Accused, Betrayed, and Banished—Now Seated on a Billion-Dollar Throne!I could feel the of dozens of eyes on me, some filled with admiration, others with resentment. But the ones that stood out the most were those of my uncle, Victor Sinclair, and his son, Cole. Across the hall, where the lighting didn’t quite reach, I caught sight of Uncle Victor. He was flanked by two of his private guards, his expression forced into an unreadable mask. But his hands, curled into fists, told me all I needed to know.Uncle Victor was not happy.Cole stood beside him, his jaw tight, his fingers twitching at his sides
Sinclair's Lost Heir[The Rise Of The Betrayed Son-in-law] CHAPTER 18
Ethan’s POV The gala had finally begun to die down. The clinking of glasses, the hum of polite conversation, and the carefully curated laughter of the elite were now mere echoes in the grand Sinclair estate. The crowded ballroom now bore only the lingering presence of the night’s biggest players, the ones who truly mattered in the web of power and control that dictated the Sinclair name.I exhaled, my hands still shoved into my pockets as I navigated the dimly lit corridor leading to my grandfather’s study. My mind was still reeling from the events of the night. My name, Ethan Sinclair had been branded onto the legacy of a family I barely knew, a fortune I never sought, and a battlefield I was only just beginning to understand.The heavy oak door to my grandfather’s study stood ajar, warm light spilling out into the hallway. I stepped closer, the unmistakable sound of raised voices stopped me in my tracks. I recognized them immediately.Victor Sinclair. My uncle.The second voice was
Sinclair's Lost Heir[The Rise Of The Betrayed Son-in-law] CHAPTER 19
Ethan’s POVThe voices drifted through the slightly ajar door, every word like a blade slicing through my last shreds of naivety.I swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat. No matter how much wealth and status I had inherited, I was still a stranger in my own family’s house. Their words pressed down on me like an iron shackle. I turned away, my steps soundless against the marble floor as I retreated from the conversation that had shattered whatever fragile hope I had of belonging.Outside, the cool evening air wrapped around me, carrying the gentle rush of water from the palace’s central waterfall. The cascading silver ribbons glowed under the soft luminescence of the garden lanterns, but their beauty did little to soothe my raging thoughts.I leaned against the stone railing, staring at the water crashing below. This was supposed to be a fresh start, a chance to reclaim the life I had been robbed of. But the reality seemed like, I had only traded one battlefield for another. Onl
Sinclair's Lost Heir[The Rise Of The Betrayed Son-in-law] CHAPTER 20
Vanessa’s POVThe sharp scent of antiseptic stung my nose as I stirred awake. My eyelids felt like they had been glued shut, and as I pried them open, the blinding white light overhead sent a jolt of pain through my skull. I groaned, instinctively raising a hand to shield my eyes. My fingers brushed against something rough, a bandage? My head throbbed, an unrelenting drumbeat against my temples.Where was I?Blinking, I forced myself to take in my surroundings. A hospital room. The walls were sterile white, the air thick with the scent of disinfectant and something faintly medicinal. Machines beeped steadily beside me, their rhythmic sounds unnervingly in sync with my heartbeat. A dull ache spread through my body as I shifted slightly, the crisp sheets rustling beneath me.I was alone.Panic prickled at the edges of my consciousness. Why was I here? What had happened to me? I closed my eyes, digging into the recesses of my mind for any memory, anything that could explain this.Then, l
Sinclair's Lost Heir[The Rise Of The Betrayed Son-in-law] CHAPTER 1
Ethan’s POV“Ethan Carter!” barked one of the officers, his tone leaving no room for explanation. My fingers froze on the keyboard as heads shot up around me. The noise level dipped into an eerie silence before erupting into frantic whispers. I never saw it coming. One moment, I was sitting at my desk, going over the final numbers for the day, the soft hum of printers and the low murmur of employees filling the office. The next, the heavy double doors to the finance department slammed open, and the room was flooded with uniformed officers and security guards.I turned my head, my pulse quickening. I still remember the shock as if it were yesterday. I had been poring over quarterly reports in my Manhattan office when the sound of rapid footsteps and raised voices shattered the calm. I rose unsteadily, my heart hammering in my chest, as I tried to form a question. “What’s going on? Who—what is this about?” I managed, my usual firm voice trembling, my words dissolved into a cacophony
Sinclair's Lost Heir[The Rise Of The Betrayed Son-in-law] CHAPTER 2
Ethan’s POV I was marched down a cold hallway, the overhead lights buzzing faintly. The station smelled of sweat, old coffee, and the faint metallic tang of desperation. We stopped in front of a dimly lit room. Inside, a table sat at the center, flanked by two chairs. On the tabletop, a thick folder lay open, revealing pages of evidence.“Sit,” one of the officers ordered as he pushed me into a chair. I barely had time to adjust before another man entered the room—a detective, his sharp eyes studying me like I was an insect under a microscope. He tossed a stack of papers in front of me.“Do you recognize these?” he asked coolly.I stared at them, my breath hitching. Bank statements. Transaction records. All showing massive amounts funneled into private accounts under my name. My signature was on every page.“This isn’t real,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I never made these transfers. I did not sign any of these papers! Today is my first day of even setting eyes on them.”
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CHAPTER 20
Vanessa’s POVThe sharp scent of antiseptic stung my nose as I stirred awake. My eyelids felt like they had been glued shut, and as I pried them open, the blinding white light overhead sent a jolt of pain through my skull. I groaned, instinctively raising a hand to shield my eyes. My fingers brushed against something rough, a bandage? My head throbbed, an unrelenting drumbeat against my temples.Where was I?Blinking, I forced myself to take in my surroundings. A hospital room. The walls were sterile white, the air thick with the scent of disinfectant and something faintly medicinal. Machines beeped steadily beside me, their rhythmic sounds unnervingly in sync with my heartbeat. A dull ache spread through my body as I shifted slightly, the crisp sheets rustling beneath me.I was alone.Panic prickled at the edges of my consciousness. Why was I here? What had happened to me? I closed my eyes, digging into the recesses of my mind for any memory, anything that could explain this.Then, l
CHAPTER 19
Ethan’s POVThe voices drifted through the slightly ajar door, every word like a blade slicing through my last shreds of naivety.I swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat. No matter how much wealth and status I had inherited, I was still a stranger in my own family’s house. Their words pressed down on me like an iron shackle. I turned away, my steps soundless against the marble floor as I retreated from the conversation that had shattered whatever fragile hope I had of belonging.Outside, the cool evening air wrapped around me, carrying the gentle rush of water from the palace’s central waterfall. The cascading silver ribbons glowed under the soft luminescence of the garden lanterns, but their beauty did little to soothe my raging thoughts.I leaned against the stone railing, staring at the water crashing below. This was supposed to be a fresh start, a chance to reclaim the life I had been robbed of. But the reality seemed like, I had only traded one battlefield for another. Onl
CHAPTER 18
Ethan’s POV The gala had finally begun to die down. The clinking of glasses, the hum of polite conversation, and the carefully curated laughter of the elite were now mere echoes in the grand Sinclair estate. The crowded ballroom now bore only the lingering presence of the night’s biggest players, the ones who truly mattered in the web of power and control that dictated the Sinclair name.I exhaled, my hands still shoved into my pockets as I navigated the dimly lit corridor leading to my grandfather’s study. My mind was still reeling from the events of the night. My name, Ethan Sinclair had been branded onto the legacy of a family I barely knew, a fortune I never sought, and a battlefield I was only just beginning to understand.The heavy oak door to my grandfather’s study stood ajar, warm light spilling out into the hallway. I stepped closer, the unmistakable sound of raised voices stopped me in my tracks. I recognized them immediately.Victor Sinclair. My uncle.The second voice was
CHAPTER 17
Ethan’s POVMy name, Ethan Sinclair was now carved into the legacy of one of the most powerful business empires in the world.The press wasted no time. Within minutes, headlines were flooding news websites, television broadcasts, and social media feeds.Ethan Sinclair: From Disgraced Outlaw to Heir of the Sinclair Empire!Sinclair’s Long-Lost Grandson Returns—Hales Left in the Dust!Fraud Accused, Betrayed, and Banished—Now Seated on a Billion-Dollar Throne!I could feel the of dozens of eyes on me, some filled with admiration, others with resentment. But the ones that stood out the most were those of my uncle, Victor Sinclair, and his son, Cole. Across the hall, where the lighting didn’t quite reach, I caught sight of Uncle Victor. He was flanked by two of his private guards, his expression forced into an unreadable mask. But his hands, curled into fists, told me all I needed to know.Uncle Victor was not happy.Cole stood beside him, his jaw tight, his fingers twitching at his sides
CHAPTER 16
Ethan’s POV The clinking of champagne glasses and the hum of lively conversation filled the grand Sinclair estate hall, a symphony of power and influence converging under one roof. The gala was in full swing, a dazzling display of wealth and status. Crystal chandeliers bathed the room in golden light, reflecting off the polished marble floors and the opulent gowns of the guests.I moved through the crowd with calculated ease, my presence drawing both curiosity and admiration. Board members of Sinclair Empire, some familiar faces and others I had yet to meet, took turns introducing me to their acquaintances. The introductions were warm but laced with subtle intent—an expectation that, as the newly reinstated Sinclair, I would one day hold favor over them.“Ethan, you must meet Charles Belmont,” a senior board member, Gregory Vaughn, said as he placed a firm hand on my shoulder. “One of the finest men in global finance. Charles, this is Ethan Sinclair, the president’s son.”The words h
CHAPTER 15
Ethan’s POV The camera flashes were relentless, a rapid-fire assault of white light bursting in every direction. Olivia and I stood at the center of it all, poised yet unyielding as reporters clamored for our attention. The polished marble beneath my feet gleamed under the estate’s golden lights, reflecting the grandeur of the Sinclair gala. Olivia, ever composed, gave a soft smile to the cameras, her fingers resting lightly on my arm as if we had done this a hundred times before.For a moment, I allowed myself to take it in the contrast of where I stood now against the gutter the Hales had once kicked me into. The lavish venue, the elite of the business world mingling in tailored suits and glittering gowns, and me, standing tall amongst them as an equal.“Look at him,” a sneering voice cut through the elegant atmosphere like a rusted blade. “Right back to doing what he does best.”I turned my head slightly, already knowing who it was before my gaze locked onto Nathan Hale. He stood
CHAPTER 14
ETHAN’S POVThe grandeur of the Sinclair estate had always been overwhelming, but tonight, it was transformed into something straight out of a dream. The red carpet stretched down the pristine stone steps, leading to an ocean of flashing lights and murmuring voices. Journalists huddled near the entrance, interviewing the high-profile guests, their cameras capturing every movement, every expression.As I reached the arrival area, my personal security detail subtly moved to follow me. I shot them a calm look. “Stand down. I’m just waiting for Olivia.”One of them, a stocky man with an earpiece, hesitated. “Sir, with all due respect, the event is high-profile. It’s best if we stay close.”I waved a dismissive hand. “I’m not walking into a battlefield. I can wait five minutes without a bodyguard and still be just fine.”Reluctantly, they took a step back, though I knew they were still watching.Cameras flashed in the distance, capturing the dazzling arrivals of high-profile guests, but my
CHAPTER 13
Ethan’s POV The day of the gala had finally arrived.Standing before the massive mirror in my suite, I adjusted the cufflinks on my tailored black tuxedo. The fabric was sleek, the fit perfect, an unmistakable mark of the Sinclair wealth. My reflection stared back at me, steady and composed, but beneath the calm facade, tension simmered. This night wasn’t just a celebration; it was the public announcement of my place in the Sinclair family. After a year of relentless preparation, I was ready to step into the legacy that I had previously never imagined could have been mine.Something inside me somehow managed and felt… off.For the first time in years, I allowed myself to wonder what would it have been like if my parents were still alive? Would my father have clapped me on the shoulder, proud to see his son take his rightful place? Would my mother have smiled, adjusting my tie with those warm, knowing eyes? Would any of these betrayal, the loss, the years of being treated like a nobod
CHAPTER 12
Vanessa’s POV Adrian staggered to his feet, rubbing his bruised jaw. “You need help, man.”Collins didn’t even glance at him. His eyes were on me, dark, dangerous.Then, without another word, he turned and walked out.The moment the doors slammed behind him, air rushed back into my lungs.The room felt smaller. Suffocating.I swallowed hard, ignoring the stares. Ignoring the tension that still buzzed in the air.Adrian sighed. “You okay?”I nodded, though I wasn’t sure it was true. My hands trembled at my sides.I wasn’t sure if I was more afraid of Collins’ jealousy, or the fact that deep down, I had seen this coming all along but choose to stay because we need his father’s distribution arm. Damn!Embarrassed and not willing to create further scenes, I apologized to my director and crew members and took my leave. The drive home was suffocatingly silent. Collins gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white, his jaw clenched so hard I thought his teeth might crack.
