I can see the greed covering the faces of my so-called family. A minute ago my mother was slapping me and showing off her hatred toward me by accusing me of pushing her off the stairs and now she pretends to be the best mother in the world.
The driver politely inquires, "Ms. Sinclair, do you have any belongings to bring with you?" I begin to respond but my dad interrupts with an excited tone that grates on my ears. "Wait a minute!" He rushes towards the suitcase, hastily rearranging everything inside.
These people are unbelievable.
Once my dad hands the suitcase over to the driver, he huffs a laugh and says, " You don't have to bring all this with you. Mr Sinclair has prepared everything for you at the mansion.”
Sinclair? My last name is Sinclair. I wonder if it's connected to the business tycoon who wields significant influence in the city.
After a brief pause, the driver adds, "Unless it's important, of course." He drags the suitcase, and I take a step out of the house without any intention of bidding farewell to my previous family.
"You won't even show gratitude for all the years we've taken care of you?" my mother's bitter tone hangs in the air, causing me to halt. "You don't deserve this luxury," she angrily says.
I clench my fists in silence, turning to confront them. I glance at my father, who remains silent. Why am I wishing for his support?
I let out a sigh and slowly whisper, "Thank you for everything." I remain the timid girl who is still fearful of these individuals. Deep down, I yearn to confront them, to scream and make them realize that they hold no importance in my life anymore.
"Do not humiliate us in front of others. Do not behave like a bitch," my mother scolds, and I clench my teeth, holding back a retort that I want to hurl at her. "I wouldn't react even if provoked, just like a dog learns from its owners, doesn't it?"
With the final steer that cuts through the tense air, I walk out of the house.
The trio I leave in my wake seethe in fury.
The driver catches up with urgency in his tone. “Ms Sinclair, I have been told to drive you to your destination.”
I take the back seat, the interior of the lavish car is very well decorated. There is a sparkling ceiling and the car itself is a luxury.
As the driver takes the wheel, I am curious to know more about my biological family. The question lingers in my mind and I clear my throat, hesitantly asking him, “Can you tell me a brief about them?” the driver gives me a polite smile through the rearview mirror and softly utters, “Your family?” and I take a moment before I nod.
It feels strange to call other people my family.
Yet I am trying to comprehend the situation. The driver starts speaking, and he informs me about everything. He tells me that I have three brothers and I am the only daughter of the sinclair family. I don't have a mother she died from a sickness.
I don't know why but it hurts to know that I don't have a mother.
Upon arriving at the destination I look around to see the huge mansion ahead of me. While I am amazed by the exterior that seems like a Cologne Cathedral as compared to the ordinary American house I was living in, the driver clears his throat just to bring me back to reality.
“Ms Sinclair, welcome.” A woman who is dressed in a neatly pressed buttoned shirt paired with a pencil skirt and high heels comes to greet me with a warm smile on her face.
She seems professional, her hair tugs back into a sleek bun.
The driver introduces her as the house manager and I nod. “My name is Samantha. Nice to see you. Come right this way.” She guides the way inside and while I keep on looking around, observing the exterior, I now arrive at the hallway with her.
Passing by, I look at the wall frames on both of the corners, there are only men and no women there. I wonder if my brothers are as sweet and kind as they seem in their pictures. In the picture frames, they are dressed in impeccable business suits, looking a modern version of Edward Rochester.
The woman named Samantha apparently doesn't say anything to me about the wall frames, and neither do I ask her. I now arrive at the grand foyer and my eyes directly land on the figures sitting patiently on the sofas. I see the three young men approaching me, basically running in my direction.
Their faces lit up with excitement and curiosity but i feel nervous and scared. There are so many emotions rushing through my veins but I managed to keep a straight face.
“Sister!” one of them speaks to me and before I can react, he pulls me into a warm long hug. I can only inhale the strong scent that is coming from his clothes and he pulls back as he asks me, “How are you sister?” the first thing I say to him is, “damn, how much perfume have you devoured yourself with?”
The next I notice is all three of my brothers chuckling together and I feel ashamed. “What is your name?” the third brother asks me and I also carry the same curiosity as them.
After telling them my name, I wait for them to speak.
"I am Jack, the eldest," he says. Gesturing towards our other two brothers, he continues, "This is Phil and Steve."
My brothers are strikingly handsome, all three of them.
"Welcome home, my daughter!" the voice calls out, drawing my gaze towards a man approaching me. As I take in his appearance, I admire how charming he looks.
Anger surges down my spine when I remind myself that this very man has left me to die with strangers.
Dressed in a business suit, a cigar held in his left hand with smoke swirling around him, my dad strides towards me with a bright smile. I notice the wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes and mouth, adding character to his face. His greyish-white hair is impeccably slicked back, and he envelops me in a warm hug.As I inhale sharply, the scent of smoke, cedarwood, and musk envelops me, likely from the cologne he is wearing. The realization hits me that William had never embraced me before. Memories come flooding back, causing a shiver to run down my spine. The past haunts me, particularly the way I was treated by the Ford family.My father, the one who had forsaken me and left me to suffer. I pull away, shooting icy glares in his direction. "I was informed that you go by the name Raya," I scoff, almost disgusted by his words.The nerve to act affectionate towards me after all the harm he caused. He abandoned me to suffer with strangers, leaving me to fend for myself. And now,
"When your mother and I discovered that we were expecting a daughter after three sons, we were overjoyed at the prospect of having you. We decorated the nursery, and bought countless toys and dollhouses in anticipation of your arrival," my father shares, pausing for a moment before continuing, "We never intended to give you up, but the thought did cross my mind. Your life was in danger... there are certain things of which you are unaware."I cross my arms over my chest, insisting, "But I need to know. I have the right to." Jack gazes at me, silently urging me to remain quiet. However, anger courses through my veins, and I snort, "How could you simply abandon your own child? Was I the only one discarded, while your sons were kept?"My father fixes me with a blank stare, and Steve clears his throat, the tension in the room escalating. Summoning his resolve, my father admits, "I acknowledge my error. I chose to ensure your survival... If you had stayed with us, you might not be alive tod
He crosses his arms to his back, and his mean words hit me like a whirling wind. “If you want to live in this house, there are certain rules that you must follow. I don’t care if you were the holy terror in your previous house and how they didn’t teach you the basic manners, but here you have to behave!” I am left speechless and he remains very close to me, invading my personal space. In a timid little tone, I manage to ask him, “And who are you?” his gaze is stern and I notice the confidence on his face. “Name is Carlos Sinclair. Make sure you remember it.” Turning around, he walks away, leaving the door open. I sigh deeply, feeling the tension in the room slowly easing and it is more room for me to breathe. I hurry to the door and when I am pushing it, he arrives back suddenly, making me scared. Without a moment of realization, the towel slips off my body, exposing me to his sight. I gasp while his gaze moves throughout my body, exploring the hidden places. Darkness comes to his
My heart is beating hard in my chest but I fall completely under his gaze. “What are you doing here?” his voice comes to my ears, his hot breath reaching directly to my face. My lips part and the words barely come out of my mouth. I am nervous, there is a different type of tension between us. I have never felt this way before. The way his hand is resting on my waist and his other hand grabbing my wrist, his touch is stern yet gentle at the same time. He keeps his eyes locked with mine and doesn’t let me move. “Are you going for a theft?” his mocking sentence sends anger rushing down my veins. I frown, gently pushing him away, and retort, “Why would I steal something from my own house?” I watch him making an expression that intensifies my anger. “I am a Sinclair, after all. I don’t have to steal anything here. I can get anything I want with one snap of my finger.” I cross my arms to my chest and the next moment I hear his soft chuckle.He moves away from me, walking in the opposite d
My father’s attention shifts to the person and he softly utters, “Carlos…come inside.” He approaches, and I realize it is time for me to get up. For once when I am getting up, my back touches his front. I feel the sparks igniting at the back of my heart. This feeling I have never felt before and I know it is forbidden for me to even think about it. The way Uncle Carlos looks at me sends shivers down my spine. When he sits on the side of the bed, I am turning to leave but I feel a strong grip at my wrist.As I turn to see it is Uncle Carlos who is grabbing my hand and I feel nothing but astonishment. He continues to talk to my father…something about business that I don’t seem to understand anything about. After five minutes of discussion, he says to me, “Get ready. You might be joining us at the company today.” I stay right there, not be able to process and I watch him looking at me. Then he gets on his feet, facing me, he looks down at me. “Dress accordingly -” are the only words h
Uncle Carlos immediately dismisses the girl saying that he will be attending the meeting soon. Once the assistant walks out of the room, it is only he and I left alone.I ask him, crossing my arms to my chest. “What am I going to do here? At least, let me go to my brothers.” He scoffs, pushing his seat back and sinking back, “They are working. They have so much to handle.” I cock a brow at him, mockingly saying, “But you don’t have so much to do. I haven’t come here to do anything at all.” “Who is going to teach me business things?” I ask him and he squints his eyes as if he is offended. “I am sitting right in front of you, baby girl.” Then he asks me to come to him. “You need to learn to be patient, let's start with that now -” I walk toward him and he grabs my hand and pulls me. I fall onto his lap and his hand slides onto my waist as he leans forth, looking directly into my eyes. I gulp nervously, the tension between us rises and I feel the knots on my stomach. This is an unusua
I am sitting with my brothers and Uncle in a board room. As they discuss business, I am silently sipping my coffee, watching them. My gaze settles on my uncle who is busy listening to my youngest brother Phil’s ideas. It seems like he is lowkey impressed but he is thinking about something. Steve grins in my direction and plays footsie with me under the table. I hit him back and both of us exchanged naughty glances at one another. As my uncle starts speaking, Steve hits me with a strong force and I almost whimper but swallow it back, I prepare myself to hit him back.At this moment I accidentally hit my uncle’s foot and a gasp escapes my mouth as his cold stare falls on me. There is complete silence in the room, all the gazes fall upon me, and I feel embarrassed. “What happened, Uncle?” Jake remains unaware of the situation and questions my Uncle who squints his eyes on me and I immediately bury my eyes in the file, flipping pages silently. He says nothing to me but continues to disc
Rico is throwing cold stares in my direction as he grabs his cheek. Darkness is forming in his eyes, and I cannot help but feel the fear taking over my heart. I don’t show him any fear or sympathy.He never showed mercy to me. I cannot even speak to anyone about the unexplainable things that he did to me. “Get out before I call the security!” I threaten him and just then the door of my room knocks twice. While I am freaking out, I show him that I am not scared. His expression shifts from being a rebellious guy to someone who is easily aggravated. I walk toward the door hoping that he might find this as a warning and just when I twist the doorknob, the door falls open. I watch my brother standing at the door, waiting for me. “Come on down for dinner, princess.”His attention shifts and he looks behind me. My breath hitches and I am unable to speak in front of him. “Wait a minute!” he says to me, passing me and I press my lips together, mentally cursing at myself. Just when I turn ar
RayaWhen I open my eyes, I find myself lying in a hospital bed. Panic starts rising in my chest the moment my mind starts showing images of the events that lead me to the hospital. I am about to get up when a pair of strong arms engulfs me. I look up and my heart is instantly at ease when I look at Carlos' face. I check his whole body, to see if there are any wounds that I might be aware of. “Relax, my love. I am fine. And so are you.” As if he understands why I am so concerned all of a sudden. I look into his eyes. A small smile appears on his face, making him look more handsome than he already is. I can't say if my heart is going crazy because one moment , my heart is at ease for finding him alright, and the next moment, I find my heart pounding against my rib cage as I look at his smile.“Then why are we at the hospital?” I can't help but ask him. “That's because right after the gun went off, you decided to pass out in my arms. I had to rush you to the hospital. You were cold.”
CARLOS The door swings open, Jake steps in with Saraya. Her eyes are puffy and I can see dried tear marks all over her chest. I am angry enough to murder those who laid hands on her. “To torture her, they brought Myers in. I was there right on time.” I nod at the information I get from Jake. Saraya runs into my arms. “It's alright, baby. I know, they hurt you. I will make them pay for that. But you are safe now. Jake will get you out as soon as they are done with the questions they want to ask us. The warrants are fake. I just found out.” I whisper softly in Saraya's ear.Saraya looks at me, blinking innocently. If only she can understand how this cruel world is running. “Your lawyer is here. He is fucking the chiefs of this precinct in the ass for pulling such stunt on Saraya. He is here with her certificate of postpartum.” With that last piece of information, Jake leaves the interrogation room. I know for the sake of Saraya, I can trust Jake will take care of the rest. While my
RAYAIn the morning, when I open my eyes, my gaze meets with a pair of sparkling eyes that are staring at me with such an admiration that makes my heart tremble in my chest. “What are you looking at?” I am stretching my limbs as I ask him.“It has been a while since I watched you sleep so soundly. It has been a while since I heard you snoring peacefully.” His response makes me blush. I want to hide my face but I am stunned by his response, so much that I can't even move. With wide eyes and mouth agape, I stare at him in utter shock.“You were in my room all night?” I can't help but ask him. Although, it's clear to me that he has never really left my room since he had brought me back to his place. “I had to make sure that you are safe and you have slept well. I am glad I was able to see you sleeping peacefully without any nightmares scaring you in the middle.” I can only smile at his response. He is caring for me. He has always cared for me.Sitting up, I look at his face. It's no lon
RAYAMy heart is trembling with fear as I step out of the car. As usual, Sean is busy flashing his teeth for the paparazzi while I get out of the car on my own. I can't remember him ever holding a door open for me. Of course, I can't expect someone like Myers to be gentle and caring. A fraud like him can never care for another soul but his own selfish self.He is making sure he gets to have his pictures in every single newspaper the very next day. “One with your wife, Mr Myers.” One of the reports shouts at Myers. He turns to look at me. Giving me a disgusting look, Myers turns back to the camera. His usual smile is back on his face as he poses for all the cameras while holding me against his chest.I want nothing to do with him. But for the time being, I a
CARLOS“I plan on using this evidence to ruin for good.” My words hit him hard, like a brick. William blinked in confusion at first. “What are you talking about?” He asked in confusion. Either he is too stupid or just too smart when he refuses to take the easiest hint I throw at him.Clicking my tongue, I walk toward the table that is equipped with the tools of torment. I don't plan on using those myself as I am too concerned about the woman that ruled every corner of my heart. But at this point, I am determined. Grabbing a noseplase, I turn around. Biting onto that tool, I am looking into his eyes that are glaring at the plas, I undo my cuffs and wrap my sleeves up so his blood won't stain my perfectly ironed shirt. I watch the blood literally draining from William's face when he looks at me. I am not smiling at all. In fact, I am so mad, I can literally chew him down alive, without thinking much. A chair is placed in front of the fucker without me asking for it. My men don't need
CarlosWith Jake by my side, I feel a newfound sense of confidence and determination. Each day brings me closer to my goal of reuniting Saraya with her rightful family. As I park my car outside the bank, I discreetly scan the area, searching for the man who is withdrawing the money. I am certain that I will find him here, as Sean has paid this individual a substantial sum of money as part of his schemes. My resolve strengthens as I prepare to confront the person involved in Sean's deceitful actions.William Ford, the man involved in Sean's deceitful schemes, is a despicable individual, and I am determined to expose him for his actions. As he emerges from the bank, his demeanor hinting at a protective stance over the contents of his bag, I swiftly step out of my car. My men move in swiftly, grabbing him by the collar and halting
Carlos My child is not in this world and this is because of that mother fucker Sean Myers. I swear I am going to kill this bastard but first I will humiliate him in the entire world. He will pay for what he did to me and Saraya. That fucker had the audacity first to marry the woman I love and then he killed my unborn child. I feel like pulling his hair, dragging him to the road, and then beating him so much that he won’t be able to recognize his own filthy fucking face. I realize that I have to stay calm and plan everything accordingly. When I send her back to the Myers mansion which I am totally against, I feel like my heart is being squeezed out of my chest. I am prepared to take this matter legally and send him to jail and I cannot wait for that. The woman I love was in so much pain, physical and mental. When I took her to the hospital she was squirming in pain in my arms as I cradled her, and tried my best to calm her down. And once the doctor informed me that the baby was no l
RayaAs I bring the glass of wine to my lips, the strong scent assaults my senses, causing a wave of nausea to wash over me. Unaware of the heightened sensitivity to scents that often accompany pregnancy, I instinctively recoil, placing the glass back on the table, leaving him puzzled by my sudden change in demeanor. "I'm sorry, I can't—" I start to explain, before a sudden queasiness overtakes me, causing me to place a hand over my mouth.He twists his lower lip, his expression calm and understanding as he gently remarks, "Well, for a pregnant woman, this is quite impossible, isn't it?" His words hang in the air, a realization dawning on both of us as the truth of my condition becomes apparent in that simple, yet profound moment.I observe him as he takes a sip
RayaSean is mourning for his cousin’s death. I am well aware that Carlos did that. He mentioned this to me last night and now I feel very delighted to see Sean going through the same things I once went through. Carlos also provided me with the evidence that it was Sean who killed Noah and now my anger for him has intensified. I am waiting for the moment when I will be able to punish him.Sean Myers must die or else he will be put behind bars. I can't wait for this to happen. I let him mourn for his cousin’s death and standing at the stairs, I sigh deeply, secretly grinning at his loss. I feel superior now that Carlos is with me and my power has doubled.Carlos visits me every night, I am not sure how but he manages to sneak in without getting caught