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63. Alone
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Mr Sinclair's Mistress 64. Hurt
Nicholas I sat at my desk, buried under a mountain of paperwork, trying to focus on the tasks at hand.The office was quiet, the kind of silence that felt heavy and oppressive. I had been avoiding distractions, but the guilt gnawed at me like a persistent itch I couldn't scratch. My mind kept drifting back to Rosalie, and the way she had sounded on the phone those few times we spoke. Each call ended with me trying to push her away and constantly apologising and her voice laced with sadness, I felt like I was losing her all over again. And I couldn't do anything about it this time. Atleast not until I get rid of Natalia.Just as I was about to bury myself deeper in work, the door to my office burst open. Ares stormed in, his expression a mix of anger and concern. “What the hell is wrong with you, Nick?” he demanded, his voice echoing off the walls.I blinked, taken aback by his sudden outburst. “What the hell is wrong with me? You're the one barging into my office and asking me
Last Updated : 2024-09-05Mr Sinclair's Mistress 65. Alone
Third PovChristopher Harper sat at his desk, the glow of multiple screens illuminating the dimly lit room. As the head of security for the Sinclair family, he was used to dealing with crises, but the text that just pinged on his phone sent a jolt of worry through him. The message was from Nicholas, the only person he owed a favor to, and it was sent from a different number.His instincts kicked in. “This can’t be good,” he muttered, connecting the dots and realizing that Nicholas's phone must be bugged. He quickly typed a response.Christopher: Meet me at The Trident.He hit send and gathered what he needed, ensuring he was prepared for anything. The Trident was a discreet location, away from prying eyes, and he knew it would provide the privacy they needed to discuss whatever was troubling Nicholas. An hour later, Nicholas walked in, looking worn and tense. They exchanged pleasantries, but Christopher could see the shadows under Nicholas’s eyes.“I got your message,” Christ
Last Updated : 2024-09-05Mr Sinclair's Mistress 66. A Goodbye To Grams
Rosalie The past few days had been a blur of grief and preparations. After the hospital prepared Grams' body, Anna and Ares stepped in to help with everything needed for the burial ceremony. Their support was invaluable, but even with their help, the weight of my loss felt suffocating.I didn’t know many people, so I decided on a small gathering at the cemetery with just a pastor to officiate the service. I remembered Grams saying she wanted to be buried immediately, not wanting her body to linger in the morgue. At the time I had laughed it off and told her not too worry, because she's not dying soon.And now she's gone.I was determined to fulfill her wish, even if it meant facing the pain of saying goodbye sooner than I was ready for.As I prepared for the funeral, I pulled out the black dress Grams had given me long ago. It was a beautiful piece, and I loved how it made me feel. I slipped it on, admiring the way it hugged my figure, and for a brief moment, I felt a flicker o
Last Updated : 2024-09-06Mr Sinclair's Mistress 67. Almost Perfect Husband
Nicholas The gala finally came to an end, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I was grateful to finally quit acting and go home. The night had been a charade, a performance I had to put on for the sake of appearances. I had no idea how my life had spiraled to this extent. My heart felt heavy, weighed down by the knowledge of what I had missed—Rosalie's grandmother's burial. I had to miss it because Natalia had threatened to send that forged document to every person on the company's board of directors. She left me no choice. But, I was relieved because this fake act would soon come to an end. Before we left, Christopher Harper had approached our table. His expression was serious, and I knew he had managed to execute the plan we had set in motion. I felt a flicker of hope as he leaned in closer. “Everything went smoothly?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.He nodded, a slight smile breaking through his serious demeanor. “I managed to bug Natalia’s phone while you
Last Updated : 2024-09-08Mr Sinclair's Mistress 68. Talking To Grams
Rosalie I stood before Grams' grave, the fresh flowers in my hand a poor substitute for her warm embrace. As I knelt down, the cool marble beneath my fingers sent a shiver through me. I had come here seeking solace, a place where I could pour out my heart without judgment.The tears streamed down my face as I began to speak, my voice trembling with emotion. "Hi, Grams. It's me, Rosalie." I paused, taking a shaky breath. "I... I don't know what to do. My life has fallen apart, and I feel so lost without you." I go on a rant and I told her everything—about Nicholas and Natalia, about the world turning against me, branding me a homewrecker. "I thought Nicholas loved me, Grams. But he's gone back to his wife. I'm trying to move on, but it's so hard. It's going to take time, but I'm almost over him."I knew deep down that I could never be fully over Nicholas. He had left an indelible mark on my heart, one that would never fully heal. "I miss you so much, Grams. I need you. But I kno
Last Updated : 2024-09-08Mr Sinclair's Mistress 69. Control
Nicholas It had been four days since the gala, and the urge to march over to Zayne Wyatt's company and pound his face in was still strong. That bastard had gone on a date with Rosalie. But in a twisted way, I was grateful that my jealousy had ruined it, because now I knew he never had good intentions. I took a deep breath and called one of my employees from the media department into my office."I need you to dig up everything you can on these media outlets," I said, handing him a list of names. "They've been publishing vile things about someone, and I want to make sure they hear from us."The employee's eyes widened as he scanned the list. "Understood, sir. I'll get started right away." An hour later, I had revised countless documents and gone through the media houses that had a hand in smearing Rosalie's name. I was ready to unleash hell on them.Just as I was about to dive back into my work, my office door burst open, and Natalia strolled in. Anger and irritation flowed throug
Last Updated : 2024-09-09Mr Sinclair's Mistress 70. Solution
Nicholas When I arrived home, the house was eerily quiet. I stepped inside and immediately noticed the absence of Natalia’s belongings. It was as if she had vanished into thin air, she must have figured out what happens. Atleast she's smart enough to run because she knows I'll make her pay for what she did.I couldn’t say I was surprised, I had expected her to flee once she realized I was onto her. Before leaving work, I had informed my assistant to prepare the all the news outlets that I now owned, to go live because I had something important to say.After the debacle of the past few weeks, with various news outlets dragging Rosalie’s name through the mud, it was time to take action. I had bought out the media companies involved and sued the ones that refused to transfer ownership. They would be hearing from me soon. I changed into something more comfortable, shedding the formal attire that had felt like a suffocating prison. As I slipped into a simple shirt and jeans,
Last Updated : 2024-09-10Mr Sinclair's Mistress 71. The Truth
Rosalie I’m absentminded as I take a bite of the breakfast Anna made for me. I tried not to, but I ended up scrolling through my social media feeds all night, and I found nothing but hatred directed at me. Despite Ares's best attempts, screenshots of deleted content are making their rounds across all channels. I’ve made it into every single gossip magazine, and they’re all scrambling to create timelines of my so called obsession with mt former boss.It came to no surprise to me when The Today's Herald reported on Natalia’s "pregnancy", which only villainized me further. Now I’m not just the woman standing in between two lovers, I’m also the evil wanna be stepmother.I wonder what would happen after nine months and Natalia is seen without a child. Or even a bumb before then. Watching my love for Nicholas being turned into a spectacle for everyone to witness is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. Photos I can’t recall taking are being posted online, showcasing
Last Updated : 2024-09-10
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Mr Sinclair's Mistress 83. Epilogue
Rosalie A year had passed since the whirlwind of my tour ended, and now I stood at the threshold of a new chapter in my life. Nicholas and I had returned home, and I couldn’t help but reflect on how far we had come. I remembered the day I announced my engagement to Anna, her face lighting up with joy as she squealed and pulled me into a tight embrace. “Oh my gosh, Rosalie! You’re getting married!” she had exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. We had laughed and cried and laughed again while we watched romcom and drank ice cream, feeling a warmth in my heart that I had never known before. After that, I had rushed to visit Grams to share the news. I could still picture how her face would lighten up and what she would say if she was here, her eyes glistening with tears of happiness. “Oh, my sweet Rosie, I always knew you’d find someone special,” she would say, her voice filled with pride. I had told her everything—the proposal, the plans, and how Nicholas had swept me o
Mr Sinclair's Mistress 82. Perfect Fit
Rosalie It's been a month since Nicholas proposed to me. We decided to keep it a surprise from everyone until after I was done touring. At first, I didn't know how Anna was going to feel about Nicholas and I getting back together, and I told him about it. That was until he told me how she had come to his office and gave him the longest and most useful pep talk of his life. He also kept his word and followed me to work and waited every single day. And the gifts never stopped even though we were back together.The tour ended with a grand exhibition attended by the movers and shakers of oak view’s art world. The exhibition took place in a big hall, and every photgrapher had their own section in the pop-up gallery.It was exhilarating, nerve-wracking, and utterly surreal.I stared at my little slice of heaven and the people passing through it, dressed to the nines and examining each piece with what I hoped were admiring eyes.I’d grown by leaps and bounds as a photographer over the
Mr Sinclair's Mistress 81. New Beginnings
Nicholas That’s Scorpio.” Rosalie pointed to a spot in the sky. “Do you see it?”I followed her gaze toward the constellation. It looked like any other cluster of stars.“Mmmhmm. Looks great.”She turned her head and narrowed her eyes. “Do you really see it, or are you lying?”“I see stars. Lots of them.”Rosalie huffed out a half groan, half laugh. “You’re hopeless, Nicholas.”“I told you, I’m not and never will be an astronomy expert. I’m just here for the view and the company.” I kissed the top of her head.We lay on a pile of blankets and cushions outside our glamping resort in Caravans Desert, one of the top stargazing destinations. After all the shit that’d gone down last month, this was the perfect place to reset now that she has given me another chance. So I brought her to this resort six days ago. We’d spent the past four days hiking volcanoes, luxuriating in hot springs, and exploring sand dunes. My assistant had nearly keeled over with shock when I told her I was
Mr Sinclair's Mistress 80. A Step Towards Healing
Rosalie My dates with Nicholas had been really successful. And he lived up to his promise-slash-threat of showing up every. Single. Day. He was there in the morning when I left for my fellowship, usually with a vanilla latte and blueberry scone—my favorites. He was there to walk me home after my daily photography time. Other times, especially when I was with other people or exploring the city on the weekends, he was less conspicuous, but he was there. I felt his presence even though I couldn’t see him.I never thought Nicholas Sinclair would become my stalker, but there we were.On top of that, gifts arrived every day. By the boatload.By the end of the first week, my apartment looked like I was opening an indoor garden. I donated everything to a local hospital—the roses of every color, the vivid purple orchids and sweet white lilies, the cheerful sunflowers and delicate peonies.By the end of the second week, I owned enough jewelry to make the Duchess of Cambridge green with env
Mr Sinclair's Mistress 79. Love
Rosalie After our date, the gifts didn't stop. They kept coming. By the end of the third week, I was knee-deep in gourmet chocolates, gift baskets, and custom-made desserts. I didn’t care about fancy jewels or flowers, so those gifts didn’t matter to me. It was the little things that tore holes in my heart—the red velvet cupcakes that spelled out I’m Sorry; a rare, vintage Japanese camera I’d searched for for years but had never found for sale. By the end of the fourth week, I was torn between tearing my hair out in frustration and crumbling like a sandcastle at high tide. “We need to talk,” I said Friday afternoon after I left my lighting techniques workshop. Nicholas lounged against a light pole outside the building, infuriatingly gorgeous in jeans and a white T-shirt. Aviators hid his eyes, but the intensity of his gaze seared through the glasses and burned into my flesh. “Sure,” Nicholas said, unfazed by the attention he was getting. He was probably used to it. While he foll
Mr Sinclair's Mistress 78. Date and Orgasm
Rosalie I didn’t move back in with Nicholas. Part of me wanted to, but I wasn’t ready to jump in with both feet again so soon.I did, however, agree to another date with him.Three days after our movie night, we arrived at a quiet corner of the Oak View Botanic Garden. It was a gorgeous afternoon, all clear skies and golden sunshine, and the picnic setup looked like something out of a fairytale.A low wooden table stretched across a thick ivory blanket, surrounded by huge cushions, gold and glass floor lanterns, and an oversized wicker hamper. The table itself was set with porcelain plates and a feast of foods, including baguettes, charcuterie, and desserts.It was amazing. And Nicholas lived up to his promise-slash-threat of showing up every. Single. Day. He was there in the morning when I left for my fellowship, usually with a vanilla latte and blueberry scone—my favorites. He was there to walk me home after my workshops.Other times, especially when I was with other peo
Mr Sinclair's Mistress 77. Baby Steps
Nicholas "My sweet girl, it’s so nice to see you!” Freya brushed past me and swept Rosalie up in a hug. She only used the sweet girl endearment for her grandchildren, but apparently, she’d extended it to Rosalie. “The house isn’t the same without you.”I scowled at her pointed tone. She’d given me the cold treatment all week. I was pretty sure she’d burned my pork chops on purpose the other night. I’d forced down two bites before I gave up and ordered takeout. It wasn’t just her, either; even Edward my driver had cast disapproving glances my way when he thought I wasn’t looking.My staff didn’t know what happened with Rosalie amd I. They only knew she was gone, and they blamed me for it.Hell, I blamed myself too, which was why I was trying to make amends.I’d spent the past couple of days since my call with Rosalie planning the date, and my nerves were a humiliating wreck. I hadn’t been this nervous since I was a high school freshman asking out the most popular girl in school.
Mr Sinclair's Mistress 76. One Date
NicholasOne ring. Two. Three.I paced my room, my stomach twisted with nerves as I waited for her to answer.It was ten-thirty, which meant she was getting ready for bed. She usually took an hour to wind down with a shower or a bath, depending on how stressed she was; a bafflingly intricate ten-step skincare routine, and some reading, if she wasn’t too tired.I’d timed my call so I’d catch her after she got out of the shower.Four rings. Five.Assuming, of course, she picked up my call.My nerves pulled tighter.Rosalie gave me her number that afternoon, which meant she wanted me to call, right? If she didn’t, she would’ve simply left. Hell, a part of me had expected her to.I’d lingered in that damn coffee shop for almost two hours on the off chance I’d see her. She went there every day, but her timing varied depending on her workload.It wasn’t the world’s greatest plan, but it’d worked, even if it’d meant skipping a lunch video call meeting.Six rings. Sev—“Hello?” Her voice flow
Mr Sinclair's Mistress 75. Meet Cute
Rosalie “Hey, Rosalie. The usual?”“Yes, please. Make it four,” I said as the barista rang me up. I frequented the coffee shop near the main building so often they’d memorized my order. “Thanks, Sue.”“No problem.” She smiled. “See you tomorrow.”I paid and moved to the pickup area, only half looking at where I was going. I was too distracted by the flood of new messages scrolling across my screen. Mostly from Anna and maybe one or two from Ares.With the way she sent numerous messages at once, one would think she's in trouble.She probably wanted to congratulate me on the success of the Picture Ball. According to her and Sarah, news outlets had deemed it “one of the most exquisite balls in the Picture Balls history” in their Sunday style roundup, which meant I woke up that morning with even more messages crowding my inbox.It was only Monday, and I already had twenty-two new client inquiries, five interview requests, and countless invitations to balls, screenings, and private par
