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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 21
Ethan’s POV I felt Olivia’s fingers wrap around my wrist. She was trembling slightly, her breath uneven, eyes locked onto mine like they were searching for something stable to cling to.“Ethan,” she whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face, her voice fragile, yet laced with concern. “Are you okay?”I didn’t answer immediately. My mind was still reeling from the confrontation, my heart still pounding from how close we’d come to something that couldn’t be undone. The venom in Cole’s voice, the wild desperation in his eyes as he yanked Olivia from my reach, it all replayed in an endless loop.“I should be asking you that,” I said finally, my voice low. I looked her over, scanning for bruises, scratches, anything. My hand rose, cupping her cheek, my thumb brushing gently across her skin. “Are you hurt anywhere?”She opened her mouth to answer, but the thunder of footsteps cut her off.Fast. Heavy. Furious.Victor Sinclair came charging into the courtyard like a storm that had b
Sinclair's Lost Heir[The Rise Of The Betrayed Son-in-law] CHAPTER 22
Ethan’s POV I was barely conscious when my phone buzzed violently on the nightstand, vibrating itself closer and closer to the edge. A sliver of morning light leaked through the curtains, slicing across the floor like a blade. The room felt unusually cold, as though it sensed the storm I was about to wake up to. I groaned, rolling over with a sleep-heavy grunt, one eye half open.Olivia’s name flashed across the screen.I fumbled the phone to my ear. “Olivia?”“Ethan, have you seen the news?” Her voice was sharp, panic-laced, the kind that snapped away whatever haze of sleep remained. She sounded like someone watching a fire crawl up their walls.My pulse stuttered. “What? No, what’s going on?”“You need to check it. Now. It’s 8th”The line crackled for a beat. Then she said the words I hadn’t even known I feared until I heard them.“Someone’s claiming you’re not really a Sinclair.”I sat up straight, heart pounding like a drum in a silent hall. “What?”“They’re saying you’re an impo
Sinclair's Lost Heir[The Rise Of The Betrayed Son-in-law] CHAPTER 23
Vanessa’s POV "You can't be serious! Ethan? A Sinclair?!"My voice cracked the air like a whip, shattering the calm of the penthouse suite. The wineglass in my hand trembled from the force of my grip, and I was moments away from hurling it at the floor just to hear something break. Clarisse didn’t even flinch. She lounged on the edge of my vanity, filing her nails with maddening indifference. "Vanessa, it's been weeks. This obsession is starting to get sad.""Sad?" I whirled on her. "The man I threw away is now sitting on top of the world, and I’m supposed to... what? Smile through my teeth while my career disintegrates?" Clarisse popped a gum bubble. "Maybe you shouldn’t have left him."I stared her down, seething. Wash she even my friend or his? "He wasn’t supposed to become a Sinclair." "Well, he did. And judging by that last press conference, the world is buying into the news which further solidifies his position there. Golden boy from the ashes, heir to a billion-dollar thron
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CHAPTER 33
Ethan’s POV “Ethan, you need to sit for this.”I froze just as I reached for my phone on the coffee table. Jordan never used that tone unless it was big. Life-altering big.“Talk to me,” I said, pacing to the window as my fingers tightened around the phone. “What did you find?”“Your hunch was dead-on. Nathan’s not just behind the pills I traced. He’s personally supplying a private circle of elite clients with high-grade narcotics. Cocaine. Fentanyl. Shipped through a chain of fake wellness brands—all tied back to an upscale club downtown. ‘Lavish Red.’ Ring a bell?”I exhaled. “Of course it would be a club. How poetic of him.”“There’s more,” Davis said, voice sharper now. “He’s planning a personal drop-off. Tonight. Midnight. A private VIP lounge. I’ve intercepted texts—he’ll be there with the stuff.”“You’re sure?”“Do I ever call unless I’m sure?”I couldn’t help the grin tugging at the corner of my lips. “No. You don’t.”“Address is 322 Bellerose Street. I’ve already got camera
CHAPTER 32
Ethan’s POV“You want me to what?” Lionel’s voice crackled through the speakerphone, laced with disbelief.“Bid the stock prices low, Lionel. As low as legally possible,” I said, leaning back into the leather of my chair, fingers drumming on the glass table. “Push them so far into a corner they’ll have no option but to sell.”“Christ, Ethan, they’re already gasping for breath. You want to drown them while they’re still conscious?”“Yes.”He exhaled, a breath that told me he was still trying to wrap his head around it. “You do know Richard Hale isn’t the type to let things go quietly, right? If they find out you’re the one buying...”“They won’t,” I cut him off. “That’s why I have you. I’m just a ghost in the shadows, until it is time.”“And what exactly do you gain from pissing them off this bad?” he asked, a little chuckle in his voice.“You mean besides satisfaction?” I said. “The look on Nathan’s face when he realizes the very companies they sold to survive would eventually belong
CHAPTER 31
Ethan’s POV The sky was a perfect shade of blue, the kind that made everything feel like it was going according to plan.The countryside estate was beautiful, and for a moment, it almost felt like I could leave all the chaos behind. The property was vast rolling green hills stretching as far as the eye could see. It was everything I needed: it was perfect for a retreat, just far enough from the city to offer peace but close enough to make any business dealings possible. "Mr. Sinclair, we are here." The driver’s voice broke me from my thoughts. I nodded, checking my watch. I stepped out of the car, adjusting my suit jacket, and surveyed the estate. The property was in pristine condition, with freshly mowed lawns and towering trees surrounding a beautiful colonial style house. My grandfather’s birthday was coming up soon, I wanted to give him a befiting present for his birthday and retirement. "Everything looks good," I muttered to myself, walking toward the agent who had been show
CHAPTER 30
Ethan’s POV “You bought what?” Jordan’s voice cracked through the encrypted line like a whip when I told him that I had bought all the shares put up for sale by Hale subsidiaries. I grinned into the phone, leaned back in my leather chair at the Sinclair estate study. “Every last share they threw to the market. Through a private broker in Dubai. The entire subsidiary is mine now.”“You’re playing God now, huh?” he muttered. “You do realize the Hales are going to freak when they find out they just sold a piece of their empire to their worst nightmare?”I chuckled, low and slow. “That’s the idea.”“You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. But what the hell are you planning to do with this new toy?”“Use it, Jordan. Every locked door they thought I couldn’t open, I now have the keys. Internal communications, supply chains, financial records—everything.”“Damn. You really pulled this off.”“I told you,” I said, opening a secure email I just received from the broker. “Patience, power, and a p
CHAPTER 29
Vanessa’s POV The boardroom was a pressure cooker, the air thick with unspoken accusations and simmering tensions. Sunlight streamed through the expansive windows, casting long shadows over the polished mahogany table where Hale Pharmaceuticals' future hung in the balance.My father, sat at the helm, his expression a mask of controlled fury. To his right, my brother Nathan shifted uncomfortably, his usual bravado noticeably absent. I occupied the seat to Richard's left, my notepad open but untouched, bracing for the storm about to break.The shareholders, a mix of seasoned investors and newer stakeholders, exchanged uneasy glances. The recent scandal had shaken their confidence, and the cracks in our foundation were beginning to show.Mr. Langley, a senior shareholder with a penchant for bluntness, broke the silence. "Richard, this debacle has left us exposed. The media is relentless, and our stock is in freefall."Father's jaw tightened, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the tabl
CHAPTER 28
Ethan's POV “Ethan, you might want to sit down for this,” Jordan’s voice crackled through the speakerphone. “It’s bad. And getting worse.” I didn’t sit. I leaned forward against my desk at the Sinclair estate’s study, pen still in hand, documents scattered like puzzle pieces before me. “How bad?” “Hale Pharmaceuticals is on the verge of collapse. Full-blown financial hemorrhage. Their investors are rattled, and word’s starting to leak.” I paused. My grip on the pen tightened. “How the hell did this happen so fast?” “Pride, mostly,” Jordan said, almost laughing. “You're aware that the Hales had earlier sought a merger with Sinclair Biotech right? That was the reason they had found their way to the Sinclair’s annual gala.” “I remember. They must have scoffed at the idea the second they found out I’d be running Sinclair after him.” I sat back slowly, a small smile playing on my lips. “Richard myst have thought that proceeding with the merger would have been humiliating to them I su
CHAPTER 27
Ethan's POV “You look like a mad scientist about to detonate something,” Olivia said, leaning against the doorframe, arms folded, one brow arched in mock judgment. “Should I be worried?” I jolted upright, nearly knocking over my mug of half-cold coffee. How long had she been standing there? How did she get into my room and I wasn't even aware. “Damn, Olivia,” I said, pressing a hand to my chest. “You trying to kill me with a heart attack?” She smiled, that soft but knowing curve of her lips that always managed to both irritate and disarm me. “I knocked , twice. You didn’t flinch. I had to assume you were either dead or plotting something dangerous.” I chuckled, but it came out hollow. “Maybe a little bit of both.” Her eyes flicked to the spread of documents on my desk, the ones I hadn’t managed to hide fast enough. Incriminating photos, financial records, under-the-table transactions that Nathan thought buried. Her gaze narrowed.“What are you working on that’s so...classified?”
CHAPTER 26
Ethan’s POV The hum of the ceiling fan was the only sound in the office until the door creaked open with a soft knock. The private Investigator, Jordan, stepped in with a folder clutched tightly in his hand, a gleam of something dangerous dancing in his eyes. "Got something you’ll want to see, sir," he said, voice low but pulsing with excitement.I turned away from the screen. Outside, twilight bled across the skyline, bathing the city in bruised gold and shadow. I leaned forward, my elbows brushing the edge of the desk. "Tell me it’s what I think it is."He dropped the folder onto my desk. It landed with a satisfying slap, thick and brimming with promise. "Even better," he said, his grin curling like smoke. I raised a brow, flipping it open. Dozens of papers spilled out—photographs, transaction records, company ledgers, all bearing the name Hale Pharmaceuticals. My gut twisted in anticipation. "How the hell did you pull this off so fast?" I asked.Jordan looked smug, brushing i
CHAPTER 25
Ethan’s POV "Clara, I need that report. Now."My voice cracked through the silence in my office, slicing the calm like a scalpel to skin. I didn't have time for pleasantries or second guesses. Not anymore. The scent of revenge isn’t sweet, it’s sharp. Metallic. It clings to the air like blood on steel. It doesn’t offer peace. It promises war. My office assistant Clara appeared at the doorway, her tablet in one hand, a thick brown file in the other. Her heels struck the marble floor with rapid precision, each step echoing like a countdown to someone’s downfall. "Here’s everything we’ve pulled so far on the Hale subsidiaries," she said, setting the file down with a weighty thud. "Financial records, front companies, shell firms. You name it." I opened it with the kind of urgency that only comes from deep-rooted pain. Page after page was covered in numbers, signatures, bank accounts, and movement logs. I’d trained myself to read between the lines—and the Hales had a lot hiding betwee
