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Sinclair's Lost Heir[The Rise Of The Betrayed Son-in-law] CHAPTER 8
Ethan’s POV One year had passed quickly, but it felt like a lifetime.I had learned the weight of the Sinclair name, the immense power it carried, and the enemies it naturally attracted. Under my grandfather’s guidance, I had trained relentlessly—not just in the boardroom but in the harshest martial arts and combat techniques that left me with bruises and victories alike. Every lesson, every challenge had shaped me into someone unrecognizable from the man I once was.But today was different. Today, I was about to prove that I was more than just a name.The mahogany conference table stretched long and imposing in the Sinclair headquarters’ boardroom. I sat beside my grandfather whose aura alone commanded the attention of every executive in the room. Across from me, my uncle, Victor Sinclair, regarded me with barely concealed disdain. He never missed an opportunity to undermine me, to question my place in the empire. But today, there would be no room for doubt.A notification buzzed on
Sinclair's Lost Heir[The Rise Of The Betrayed Son-in-law] CHAPTER 9
Ethan’s POV My grandfather rose to his feet, the entire boardroom hushed. His eyes gleamed with rare excitement, his usual stoic demeanor cracking just enough to reveal pride. He cleared his throat, and with a voice that echoed through the grand hall, he announced, “Ethan, you’ve proven yourself beyond any doubt. Your efforts today have not only saved the Sinclair Empire from catastrophe but have solidified your place in this family.”A murmur of approval swept across the room. Some board members, the ones who had initially doubted me, nodded in newfound respect. Others clapped, acknowledging the victory I had secured for them. Victor, however, remained seated, his jaw set, his fingers tapping against the polished mahogany table in restrained irritation. I didn’t have to look at him to know how much he resented this moment.Grandfather turned to the rest of the board. “In honor of Ethan’s success, I believe a celebration is in order. A dinner, to recognize his achievements.”One of t
Sinclair's Lost Heir[The Rise Of The Betrayed Son-in-law] CHAPTER 10
Ethan’s POV I woke up with a splitting headache from having a little too much to drink last night, thanks to Olivia. Crazy girl. I smiled.I glanced at the clock, it read 05:30am. I didn’t wake alone, my morning wood accompanied me, sadly, there was nowhere warm he could find comfort, so I took to the restroom.Being married to Vanessa for five years had made me learn one thing at least, how to suppress my sexual desires and smile about it. We could go for months and she wouldn’t let me touch her, yet she swelled often with satisfaction. Of course, she had men who gave her pleasure but I couldn’t dare.More than twice in the space of five years, I’ve caught her with different men in our room which she’d rather not sleep in. I tabled the matter before her father once and was scorned for it, so I decided to just let things be, afterall, no one was really on my side.It was on rare occasions when her pleasure buddies couldn’t come through that I became an option worthy of touching her.
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.”
Sinclair's Lost Heir[The Rise Of The Betrayed Son-in-law] CHAPTER 3
Ethan’s POVThe clang of the iron bars echoed in my ears, a sharp reminder of my new reality. My cell was cramped, the air thick with the stale scent of confinement. Just hours ago, I had stood before the judge as my world unravelled. My marriage to Vanessa had been legally erased, a mere signature dissolving five years of my life. But that wasn’t the worst part. The gavel had struck like a death knell, sentencing me to seven years for economic crimes and negligence at Hale Pharmaceuticals.Seven years.I slumped onto the thin mattress, staring at the ceiling. The weight of it settled over me, a future painted in monotonous shades of regret and isolation. My name, once respected, was now synonymous with scandal. My so-called friends had vanished, and my family—what little I had—had turned their backs. The Hales had made sure of that.A lifetime ago, I had fought to belong, to prove my worth. And for what? To be discarded like a broken pawn the moment I was no longer useful.A sharp r
Sinclair's Lost Heir[The Rise Of The Betrayed Son-in-law] CHAPTER 4
Ethan’s POV Inside, the bedroom was nothing short of opulent. A massive king-sized bed, draped in silk sheets, stood against a backdrop of floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking an expansive garden. A chandelier hung overhead, casting warm golden light across the room. There was a walk-in closet that looked larger than my old apartment, and a bathroom that gleamed with pristine marble and gold accents. A seating area, complete with a fireplace and leather armchairs, added to the grandeur."Take some time to settle in," Olivia said, her voice softer now. "It’s a lot to process. Rest. Grandfather will want to see you first thing in the morning."She left me alone in the vast room, and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. I sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through my hair. Just hours ago, I had been in a prison cell, my future nothing but a bleak stretch of empty years. Now, I was standing in the palace, my name carrying a weight I hadn’t yet fully grasped. I l
Sinclair's Lost Heir[The Rise Of The Betrayed Son-in-law] CHAPTER 5
Ethan’s POV The silence of my study was interrupted by a sharp knock at the door. I didn’t look up immediately, finishing the last few lines of the document I was reviewing. It had been days since I officially entered the Sinclair Empire, and the sheer volume of information I had to absorb felt endless.“Come in.” My voice was calm, measured.One of my personal security guards stepped in, his stance rigid. “Sir, the President requests your presence in his study.I set down the papers, rubbing my temples briefly before rising. “Did he mention why?”The guard shook his head. “No, sir. Only that it is urgent.”I nodded. My grandfather wasn’t one for unnecessary summons. Whatever this was about, it had to be important. Still, I didn’t let it bother me. With a steady breath, I adjusted my cuffs and made my way out.The corridors of the Sinclair estate stretched long and elegant, bathed in the soft glow of chandeliers. Every servant, every guard I passed either bowed or genuflected. It was
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CHAPTER 10
Ethan’s POV I woke up with a splitting headache from having a little too much to drink last night, thanks to Olivia. Crazy girl. I smiled.I glanced at the clock, it read 05:30am. I didn’t wake alone, my morning wood accompanied me, sadly, there was nowhere warm he could find comfort, so I took to the restroom.Being married to Vanessa for five years had made me learn one thing at least, how to suppress my sexual desires and smile about it. We could go for months and she wouldn’t let me touch her, yet she swelled often with satisfaction. Of course, she had men who gave her pleasure but I couldn’t dare.More than twice in the space of five years, I’ve caught her with different men in our room which she’d rather not sleep in. I tabled the matter before her father once and was scorned for it, so I decided to just let things be, afterall, no one was really on my side.It was on rare occasions when her pleasure buddies couldn’t come through that I became an option worthy of touching her.
CHAPTER 9
Ethan’s POV My grandfather rose to his feet, the entire boardroom hushed. His eyes gleamed with rare excitement, his usual stoic demeanor cracking just enough to reveal pride. He cleared his throat, and with a voice that echoed through the grand hall, he announced, “Ethan, you’ve proven yourself beyond any doubt. Your efforts today have not only saved the Sinclair Empire from catastrophe but have solidified your place in this family.”A murmur of approval swept across the room. Some board members, the ones who had initially doubted me, nodded in newfound respect. Others clapped, acknowledging the victory I had secured for them. Victor, however, remained seated, his jaw set, his fingers tapping against the polished mahogany table in restrained irritation. I didn’t have to look at him to know how much he resented this moment.Grandfather turned to the rest of the board. “In honor of Ethan’s success, I believe a celebration is in order. A dinner, to recognize his achievements.”One of t
CHAPTER 8
Ethan’s POV One year had passed quickly, but it felt like a lifetime.I had learned the weight of the Sinclair name, the immense power it carried, and the enemies it naturally attracted. Under my grandfather’s guidance, I had trained relentlessly—not just in the boardroom but in the harshest martial arts and combat techniques that left me with bruises and victories alike. Every lesson, every challenge had shaped me into someone unrecognizable from the man I once was.But today was different. Today, I was about to prove that I was more than just a name.The mahogany conference table stretched long and imposing in the Sinclair headquarters’ boardroom. I sat beside my grandfather whose aura alone commanded the attention of every executive in the room. Across from me, my uncle, Victor Sinclair, regarded me with barely concealed disdain. He never missed an opportunity to undermine me, to question my place in the empire. But today, there would be no room for doubt.A notification buzzed on
CHAPTER 7
Vanessa’s POV The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the marble halls of the estate. Nathan stormed through the front door, his gym bag still slung over his shoulder, beads of sweat clinging to his forehead. His pulse pounded with frustration, disbelief churning inside him like a storm. His breath came in short, furious bursts as he strode into the living room, a certain weight pressing against his chest.I sat elegantly on the plush velvet couch, a glass of wine poised between my fingers. The afternoon sun cast warm golden hues over the room, filtering through the grand arched windows, but the serenity of the setting did nothing to mask the irritation that flared inside me the moment Nathan barged in. Across from me, my father sat in his usual stately manner, reading through business documents. The scent of old leather and expensive cigars lingered in the air.Nathan barely gave us time to react before blurting, “Dad! Nessa! You won’t believe this.”Richard lowered his papers
CHAPTER 6
Ethan’s POV “That’s your great-grandfather,” Olivia said beside me. “And your great-grandmother.”“They look…” I trailed off, searching for the right word. Regal. Powerful.“Formidable?” Olivia supplied with a smirk. “That’s because they were. The Sinclairs have always been more than just businessmen. They didn’t just build empires. They protected them.”I turned to her. “Protect them?”She gestured toward another painting—a battle scene. Men in suits, wielding weapons, fighting alongside uniformed soldiers. “Every Sinclair is trained. Business, politics, combat. It’s not enough to be rich. Power without strength is meaningless.”I studied the painting, realization dawning. Olivia’s voice softened. “And now, you’re one of them, as you always have been.”“What happens now?” I asked.She turned, motioning for me to follow. “Now, you get ready to begin your training.” We approached the martial arts hall. It was built for function, not luxury. The floors were lined with cushioned mats, t
CHAPTER 5
Ethan’s POV The silence of my study was interrupted by a sharp knock at the door. I didn’t look up immediately, finishing the last few lines of the document I was reviewing. It had been days since I officially entered the Sinclair Empire, and the sheer volume of information I had to absorb felt endless.“Come in.” My voice was calm, measured.One of my personal security guards stepped in, his stance rigid. “Sir, the President requests your presence in his study.I set down the papers, rubbing my temples briefly before rising. “Did he mention why?”The guard shook his head. “No, sir. Only that it is urgent.”I nodded. My grandfather wasn’t one for unnecessary summons. Whatever this was about, it had to be important. Still, I didn’t let it bother me. With a steady breath, I adjusted my cuffs and made my way out.The corridors of the Sinclair estate stretched long and elegant, bathed in the soft glow of chandeliers. Every servant, every guard I passed either bowed or genuflected. It was
CHAPTER 4
Ethan’s POV Inside, the bedroom was nothing short of opulent. A massive king-sized bed, draped in silk sheets, stood against a backdrop of floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking an expansive garden. A chandelier hung overhead, casting warm golden light across the room. There was a walk-in closet that looked larger than my old apartment, and a bathroom that gleamed with pristine marble and gold accents. A seating area, complete with a fireplace and leather armchairs, added to the grandeur."Take some time to settle in," Olivia said, her voice softer now. "It’s a lot to process. Rest. Grandfather will want to see you first thing in the morning."She left me alone in the vast room, and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. I sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through my hair. Just hours ago, I had been in a prison cell, my future nothing but a bleak stretch of empty years. Now, I was standing in the palace, my name carrying a weight I hadn’t yet fully grasped. I l
CHAPTER 3
Ethan’s POVThe clang of the iron bars echoed in my ears, a sharp reminder of my new reality. My cell was cramped, the air thick with the stale scent of confinement. Just hours ago, I had stood before the judge as my world unravelled. My marriage to Vanessa had been legally erased, a mere signature dissolving five years of my life. But that wasn’t the worst part. The gavel had struck like a death knell, sentencing me to seven years for economic crimes and negligence at Hale Pharmaceuticals.Seven years.I slumped onto the thin mattress, staring at the ceiling. The weight of it settled over me, a future painted in monotonous shades of regret and isolation. My name, once respected, was now synonymous with scandal. My so-called friends had vanished, and my family—what little I had—had turned their backs. The Hales had made sure of that.A lifetime ago, I had fought to belong, to prove my worth. And for what? To be discarded like a broken pawn the moment I was no longer useful.A sharp r
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.”
