“You'd better eat before we sign the contract. Mason and I had breakfast.” Sinclair glanced at the plate of food before me.“I'll eat in the car,” I refused.“Now,” he ordered.I sighed. Arguing with Sinclair was a waste of time. I quickly finished my breakfast. He or the waiter put a full breakfast menu on my plate, but I ate it in less than ten minutes.“Can we start now?” I asked after my mouth was empty.Mason placed a folder in front of me and Sinclair. “Please read the agreement carefully. I've revised it according to the results of your discussion,” he said.“We didn't discuss anything last night,” I complained.“I have included your conditions. Sin will protect your parents while in prison,” he reported.I was stunned. “Where are the conditions?” I asked.The contents of the agreement letter were the same as what I had read last night. So, I skimmed it, and nothing had changed. Only one part of Sinclair's obligations added up. He would protect my parents.I couldn't be with Ke
[Sinclair]Darcy was smart. She was used to dealing with cunning and manipulative people. It would have been easy for her to discuss a prenuptial agreement when she had the upper hand.However, I didn't let that happen. I teased and took that woman's mind off the prenuptial contract. Because she had so many problems, she had a hard time focusing her mind. She struggled between taking her son or saving her parents.I didn't expect her to choose George and Diana over Keane. Her parents were evil. They borrowed money and couldn't pay it back, plunging Darcy into the nightlife. Yet she chose to save those two criminals.“Four,” Darcy whispered. “That's enough, Sinclair.”“Sin,” I corrected.She didn't respond. I look at her face. She was fast asleep in my arms. I turned her to lie on her back. Her face shouldn't hit the surface of the pillow. Seeing that her skin wasn't red, the doctor's medicine was working.Her face was much better than on Sunday night. Had she not left the house on Mond
“I'm not dealing with former employees.” I glanced at the door. “Is he waiting outside?” After Neil nodded, I continued, “Tell him to leave.”“Okay, boss,” Neil replied. He walked out of my office, but Wesley forced his way in.I knew he wouldn't give up that easily. Looking at his neat appearance and no facial injuries, he escaped Joaquin's house without fighting with his men. How could he do that? He came alone without a partner to protect him.“Boss, please listen to me first,” Wesley persuaded.“How dare you set foot in my office,” I said.“I'm not your employee anymore. I didn't violate the prohibition against club employees being in your main office,” he argued.Although people knew about my dirty business, they didn't discuss it. Employees and customers at Wyndham Finance didn't notice that SW Group was mine. And I wanted to keep it that way. I didn't want to lose customers who thought I funded the company with dirty money.“I can find that woman without your help.” I glanced a
[Darcy]“This yard is too exposed. You should talk at home,” Scott scanned around us. He signaled for my cousin and me to walk to the porch first.I complied. It was quiet, but that didn't guarantee there wasn't someone somewhere pointing a gun at me. We walked up to the front door. A man opened it. He smiled kindly at Taylor and me.Scott cleared his throat when the man frowned at him. “Lionel, let me introduce you. These are Darcy Wyndham and Taylor Bailey.”I extended my hand to the man. “Darcy Bailey,” I corrected.Lionel smiled as he returned my handshake. “Lionel Dupont at your service, Mrs. Sinclair Wyndham,” he said.Taylor chuckled. “Darcy Wyndham sounds sexier,” she teased.“Shut up, Tay,” I said irritably.“Would you like to see your room?” Lionel asked.“Not now. My cousin and I need to talk. Is there a room where no one will disturb us?” I looked around me.The house was magnificent and modern on the outside. The inside was equally fashionable. It looked like Sinclair rep
[Darcy]A baby's cry greeted my return from work. I rushed to the nursery and was touched to see the tear-stained baby. I went over and hugged him. Briefly, he stopped crying and sobbed.“Do you miss Mommy? You know Mommy is coming home, but greet her with your loud voice. Why aren't you laughing? Aren't you tired of crying like this?” I asked.The six-month-old baby just rested his head on my chest. He sobbed because he had cried too much. I went back to work when he turned three months old. That was the only time I could give him my full attention.Keane was like any other baby when his mother was away, but he had a new habit. After he remembered the time I returned home, my son cried. My little one knew when I was coming home. If I were late, he would keep crying until I got home.“You can't go on like this, dear. I have meetings after working hours. I can't come home at the same time every day,” I cooed.My phone in the bag rang. The babysitter took my baby so that I could answer
Keane's favorite stuffed animal wasn't on his bed. Some of his favorite toys weren't on top of the dresser either. I checked his drawers. It was empty. No. Who took my son? Could the babysitter have kidnapped my baby?I rushed out of the room and checked the nanny's room. Her wardrobe was empty. The suitcase she used to carry her belongings wasn't beside the closet either. Oh, my God. It couldn't be happening.I dialed the woman's phone. Hearing the dial tone, I waited impatiently. But until the ringing ended, the woman didn't answer. Olivia didn't pick up after two calls. Shit! Where did the nanny take my son?My phone vibrated as I descended the stairs. Reading the name, I answered immediately. “What did you do to Keane? Where is he!?”“I'm at Channing's house, ma'am. Keane is with me,” she answered.“Oh.” I was stunned. That was right. Maybe Mom asked her to bring my son there because I stayed in Cullen's room. “I'm coming.”I felt relieved knowing my son was in safe hands. Thankfu
My heart was pounding, suffocating my chest. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. My hands were tingling because I was gripping the steering wheel tightly. I breathed and hurried to get my phone from my bag.“If I were you, I wouldn't do that,” a man said through the front door glass beside me. His friends stood in front of my car, pointing their guns at me. “Don't try to call the police, and get out of your car carefully.”I swallowed hard. Who among my enemies had sent those people? Were they going to kill me or hurt me slowly? My whole body was trembling. Catching my breath couldn't help me calm down.“Get out!” The man beside me knocked loudly on the door glass.I unlocked the car and opened it. The man pulled my body impatiently. "What the hell is this!? Who are you!?" I scolded, trying to get up the courage.“You don't need to know who we are.” The man glanced at the companion at his side. The second man placed a piece of paper before me. “Pay your debt.”I scoffed.
Remembering my purpose for entering, I ignored the strangeness and approached the safe box. I entered the code and opened it. There should have been velvet boxes of various sizes and colors inside. What appeared before me was an empty safe.My knees buckled, but I braced myself. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. My hands trembled as I fingered the drawers. My vision wasn't wrong. The safe was empty. There wasn't a single jewelry box left.“No... It can't be happening...” I shook my head. “This can't be happening to me...” I looked around me.I understood what had changed. The limited edition of clothes, bags, shoes, and so on that were supposed to be in the room were gone. They only left clothes that were not as expensive as the limited collections.“Please...” I still had hope.I dragged my feet to another room, Cullen's closet. After opening the door, the lights turned on automatically. I took in my surroundings with a broken heart. It was empty. They left nothing.“No...”
[Darcy]“This yard is too exposed. You should talk at home,” Scott scanned around us. He signaled for my cousin and me to walk to the porch first.I complied. It was quiet, but that didn't guarantee there wasn't someone somewhere pointing a gun at me. We walked up to the front door. A man opened it. He smiled kindly at Taylor and me.Scott cleared his throat when the man frowned at him. “Lionel, let me introduce you. These are Darcy Wyndham and Taylor Bailey.”I extended my hand to the man. “Darcy Bailey,” I corrected.Lionel smiled as he returned my handshake. “Lionel Dupont at your service, Mrs. Sinclair Wyndham,” he said.Taylor chuckled. “Darcy Wyndham sounds sexier,” she teased.“Shut up, Tay,” I said irritably.“Would you like to see your room?” Lionel asked.“Not now. My cousin and I need to talk. Is there a room where no one will disturb us?” I looked around me.The house was magnificent and modern on the outside. The inside was equally fashionable. It looked like Sinclair rep
“I'm not dealing with former employees.” I glanced at the door. “Is he waiting outside?” After Neil nodded, I continued, “Tell him to leave.”“Okay, boss,” Neil replied. He walked out of my office, but Wesley forced his way in.I knew he wouldn't give up that easily. Looking at his neat appearance and no facial injuries, he escaped Joaquin's house without fighting with his men. How could he do that? He came alone without a partner to protect him.“Boss, please listen to me first,” Wesley persuaded.“How dare you set foot in my office,” I said.“I'm not your employee anymore. I didn't violate the prohibition against club employees being in your main office,” he argued.Although people knew about my dirty business, they didn't discuss it. Employees and customers at Wyndham Finance didn't notice that SW Group was mine. And I wanted to keep it that way. I didn't want to lose customers who thought I funded the company with dirty money.“I can find that woman without your help.” I glanced a
[Sinclair]Darcy was smart. She was used to dealing with cunning and manipulative people. It would have been easy for her to discuss a prenuptial agreement when she had the upper hand.However, I didn't let that happen. I teased and took that woman's mind off the prenuptial contract. Because she had so many problems, she had a hard time focusing her mind. She struggled between taking her son or saving her parents.I didn't expect her to choose George and Diana over Keane. Her parents were evil. They borrowed money and couldn't pay it back, plunging Darcy into the nightlife. Yet she chose to save those two criminals.“Four,” Darcy whispered. “That's enough, Sinclair.”“Sin,” I corrected.She didn't respond. I look at her face. She was fast asleep in my arms. I turned her to lie on her back. Her face shouldn't hit the surface of the pillow. Seeing that her skin wasn't red, the doctor's medicine was working.Her face was much better than on Sunday night. Had she not left the house on Mond
“You'd better eat before we sign the contract. Mason and I had breakfast.” Sinclair glanced at the plate of food before me.“I'll eat in the car,” I refused.“Now,” he ordered.I sighed. Arguing with Sinclair was a waste of time. I quickly finished my breakfast. He or the waiter put a full breakfast menu on my plate, but I ate it in less than ten minutes.“Can we start now?” I asked after my mouth was empty.Mason placed a folder in front of me and Sinclair. “Please read the agreement carefully. I've revised it according to the results of your discussion,” he said.“We didn't discuss anything last night,” I complained.“I have included your conditions. Sin will protect your parents while in prison,” he reported.I was stunned. “Where are the conditions?” I asked.The contents of the agreement letter were the same as what I had read last night. So, I skimmed it, and nothing had changed. Only one part of Sinclair's obligations added up. He would protect my parents.I couldn't be with Ke
I put the document and envelope on the table. “I've told you. I don't want to marry you. Go ahead and kill me or my son, but I won't be your wife,” I refused.“What do you want?” Sinclair asked.I pressed my lips together. The pounding of my heart was so loud it deafened my ears. Oh, my God. Sinclair knew how to control the situation the way he wanted to. Of course, I had many wishes that I would never be able to fulfill.I wanted my son back in my arms. I wanted my parents to serve their sentences in peace. I could get out of debt by selling the house Cullen gave me. But I couldn't do that. That house was his only gift.“I will only grant one wish. Nothing more,” Sinclair continued.“I—” I mumbled.Oh, my God. My whole body was shaking. I didn't know who to choose. My son was precious to me, and I feared for his well-being if we were away for too long. I also loved my parents. They only had me to help them escape the wicked people in prison.However, Sinclair only granted one request
After storing my stuff in my locker, Lydia took me to the training room upstairs. I didn't know there was another practice room other than the one on the same floor as Sinclair's office. Remembering him, I realized that he didn't stay overnight.That was strange. Sinclair didn't miss a single night of sleeping at my place after we slept together. Did my facial state disgust him? I didn't care what he thought of my appearance, but I needed the money to pay off my debts.Dancing on weekends wouldn't do much to increase my income. The club's birthday had passed. Patrons wouldn't be as generous on a festive day when tipping me. Besides, they'd get tired of me if there were new dancers.“What's her name?” I asked.“Kirsten Green,” Lydia replied.I performed alone in my first four performances but was confident I could dance with other dancers. I was more experienced in group dancing than solo. I didn't mind sharing tips, especially since I only had thirty million dollars left.Raising twen
[Darcy]I took the object out of the box. A few keys were attached to a keychain with a capital D: D for Darcy. My eyes heat up. There was only one person who knew my dream. I only told him about it.My tears fell, touching the keys in my hand. I glanced at my phone. The house was huge, white-painted, and had a small courtyard at the front. The front faced east, perfect for enjoying the sunrise.I put the key and the chain into the box and saw a piece of paper at the bottom. I picked it up and opened it. My heart almost stopped, recognizing Cullen's handwriting on the paper. My guess was correct. The house was a gift from my late husband.“My dear Darcy,” Cullen greeted me in the salutation.“Today you're exclusively breastfeeding our miracle son. You sacrificed so much of what you loved for him. You lacked rest, put your work aside, neglected your friends, and even lost your beautiful body.“I want you to know: I'm proud of you. No matter how much I say thank you, the words won't be
I didn't let anyone dictate to me. My parents knew my nature and never tried to persuade or force me to do their will. What did a fired employee like him know about my father's killer?“Joaquin wasn't just the mastermind of your father's murder. He was also the one who threatened your mother's best friend. The woman who should have comforted your mother after losing her youngest son called her a failed mother. Paige Wyndham didn't die of deep sorrow, Sin,” Wesley added.I took out my gun, fired at the three security cameras in the hall, and aimed one bullet just above Wesley's head. Since I was using a silencer, there was no sound of gunfire, only the shattering of the cameras and the impact of the bullet on the wall.The large room was suddenly silent after the sound of camera fragments falling to the floor ended. Everyone held their breath. Their eyes fixed on Wesley before slowly turning to me. Their faces were deathly pale, including Joaquin's.“Aargh!” the woman at Wesley's side s
[Sinclair]Fortunately, it wasn't me who fell to the floor, but him. The man lost to my sniper's speed. His comrades drew in a surprised breath. They were well-trained people. No one screamed in terror, seeing their friend die before them.Whether the man was nervous or surprised, he shouldn't have pressed his gun's trigger. I didn't come to spill their blood. My enemy was Joaquin, not his stupid men. Neil opened the door to the house for me.“Drag his wife and children into the hall. We'll wait until Joaquin comes. Let him know. If he doesn't arrive within thirty minutes, I'll kill his family one by one, starting with his first son,” I ordered.“Okay, boss," Neil said.I could hear his satisfied tone. The bloodthirsty man must have missed that tense atmosphere. We hadn't been at war with any group for a long time. I purposefully played it safe because it wasn't time to go all out.I would have taken Joaquin out and left his family living on the streets, but it wasn't the right time.