บททั้งหมดของ Mr Sinclair's Mistress : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Nicholas Natalia Anderson is insane. I thought she was just desperate and angry at first, but as it turns out, she might actually be mentally unstable."What the bloody hell do you want, Natalia?" I ask. I was sick and tired of her games. Maybe giving in to her demands would work and cause her to back off.She moves closer to me, "I've told you, baby. I want you back." She whispers sultrily. I grit my teeth and look away, my heart aching despite the anger I feel. “You’re—” loud buzzing outside steals my attention, and I look out the window to find a helicopter with The Todays Herald’s branding on it hovering over our property.Alarms start to sound around the house, and the curtains start to close automatically as two of our guards rush into the room. “Mr and Mrs. Windsor, there has been a security breach. We're working on it, sir.” he quickly reassures before I have the chance to say anything.One of our guards, Ben, hands me a tablet. My heart sinks when I see the photo that ac

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

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

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

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,