All Chapters of Mr Sinclair's Mistress : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Natalia stood by her car, a sleek black sedan that gleamed under the overcast sky, its polished surface contrasting sharply with the crumbling facade of the old building before her. She rubbed her gloved hands together, the chill of the air biting through the thin fabric, and cast a glance at the watch on her wrist. The seconds ticked by, each one amplifying her impatience. A sigh escaped her lips, tinged with frustration.Minutes later, the low growl of an engine broke the silence, and a black Jeep appeared around the corner. It rolled to a stop, and a man stepped out, a small smile playing on his lips. He approached her, but before he could greet her, Natalia’s voice cut through the air, sharp and accusatory.“Do you have any idea how late you are?” she snapped, her tone laced with anger.“Hey, I’m sorry, okay?” he replied, raising his hands in mock surrender. “But look on the bright side, when we take down your ex-husband, we’ll be super rich.”Natalia’s frown deepened, her gaze

Nicholas I stood there, the weight of the world pressing down on my chest as I watched Rosalie walk away. Her back was turned to me, and I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she held herself as if she were trying to shield her heart from the pain I had inflicted. Each step she took felt like a stab to my own heart, a reminder of the irrevocable damage that had been done. I felt helpless, my mind racing with confusion and regret.What have I done?My thoughts spiraled back to that night with my brothers. I tried to grasp the details, to remember how I had ended up in Natalia’s arms, but it was all a blur. The laughter, the drinks, the camaraderie—it all faded into a haze that I couldn’t penetrate. I felt anger bubbling inside me, directed at myself for letting it happen, for being so careless. But more than that, I felt rage toward Natalia.“Why would you do this?” I muttered under my breath, the words laced with bitterness. I couldn’t shake the feeling that part of me

Rosalie I rushed into the hospital, my heart pounding with anxiety. The nurse at the front desk recognized me and led me to my grandmother's room, her expression sympathetic. “She slipped and fell while trying to pick up the phone from another room,” the home nurse explained gently. “I was only gone for less than a minute to drop off her clothes. When I returned, she was on the floor, unmoving. I called for an ambulance as soon as I could.” The words echoed in my mind as I stepped into the room. There she was, my grandmother, lying in the hospital bed, still and unresponsive. My heart shattered all over again. I had been by her side since we arrived, either sitting in the chair or curled up on the small couch in the corner, trying to find comfort in the uncomfortable. It had been two nights, and the doctors, along with Anna, had urged me to go home, to take care of myself, but I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her alone. I needed to be here, to hold her hand and whi

NicholasThe drive home was a blur, my mind reeling from the devastating confrontation with Rosalie. Anger and heartbreak consumed me as I replayed the painful scene over and over again in my head.Needing answers, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts. There was only one person who might be able to shed some light on that fateful night - my brother. I assumed he'd have drank less than the rest of us since he wasn't a huge fan of alcohol.I pressed the call button and waited anxiously as it rang."Nick? What's up, man?" my brother answered."Hey, I need to ask you something about that night we all got together a month ago," I said, trying to keep my voice steady."Oh yeah, that was a crazy night! We really tied one on, didn't we?" he chuckled. "I can barely remember half of it. Why, what's up?" My hope was shattering after what he said.I took a deep breath. "Do you remember anything about how I got home that night?""Hmm, not really. I think you left with your dri

NicholasI was seething with anger as I drove home, my mind racing with the conversation I had just had with Rosalie, which was caused by the annoucement that Natalia made on live Television I had explained to her that Natalia wasn’t pregnant; she was lying to get my attention. Even if she were, it wouldn’t matter because I hadn’t been with her since Rosalie and I started seeing each other.“Rosalie, you have to believe me,” I had said, my voice firm yet pleading. “Natalia is just trying to manipulate you. She’s not pregnant. She’s lying.”Rosalie looked at me, her eyes filled with doubt. “But what if she is? What if you’re just saying that to make me feel better?” she said, doubt seeping from her toneI shook my head, frustration bubbling to the surface. “You have to believe me. haven’t touched her since we got together. You know that. I wouldn’t jeopardize what we have for her. She’s just trying to play games.”“But why is she doing this?” Rosalie pressed, her voice trembling.“R