Amelia stepped out of her sleek Rolls-royce Phantom and took in the grand sight of the Sinclair Mansion. It had not been a while since she’d come home, but tonight, the place seemed more alive than usual. The warm glow of the chandeliers illuminated the entrance, and as she made her way inside, she was immediately greeted by the familiar voice of her sister . "You're finally back!" Anna rushed forward, excitement in her eyes. Without wasting a second, she grinned mischievously "Did you come to tell me about brother-in-law? Dad told me already"Amelia's steps faltered, and she shot her younger sister a glare, "Anna, how many times do I have to tell you? Stop calling him that""But why?" Anna crossed her arms stubbornly "Aren’t you going to marry him in the future?"Amelia opened her mouth to respond but found herself at a loss for words. Marry William? She had never really put thought into it. What started as a pretend relationship to keep her family off her back had somehow shi

Elizabeth's loud voice rang out as she threw accusations in William’s direction.“You still refuse to admit it, don’t you?!” she spat out disdainfully, her eyes red with fury, “What did you do to my daughter, William? Where is my Tracey?”Natalie stood beside her, shaking, “I knew it! You're good for nothing trash picking Bastard; you're a monster! First my lovely niece, Anna, now Tracey! Are you so twisted that you’d hurt the women in our family just because we don't want to give you money?”Peter took a threatening step forward but was still scared of William, “You better hurry up and start talking before we make you talk!”The Wilsons all appeared to have their own versions of what had happened, none of them appear to even be considering that William himself was still piecing the truth together.But William. He wasn’t interested in their nonsense.His mind was working through the facts, trying to understand what Harry was up to.Harry Snow was after something. He always had been.

Felicity stood frozen for a moment, her eyes widening in shock at the sight of Amelia Sinclair standing before her. This was the same Amelia Sinclair that could only ever be seen in magazines and news reports. The same Amelia Sinclair who was rumored to be romantically involved with—No. That couldn’t be.Still trying to process the shock, she quickly cleared her throat and composed herself, “Miss Sinclair… You’re looking for the bo-- I mean William.... Mr. Miller?”“He’s not here,” she added hesitantly, but Amelia didn’t even wait to hear the rest. Without another word, she turned around and hurried out of the building.Felicity blinked. Was it really true? If an eminent beauty can come here in search of her Boss Could the rumors be real? That Amelia Sinclair was involved with him—the same man they had ridiculed for picking up trash?Outside, Amelia walked briskly toward her car, her heart pounding. Something wasn’t right. She could feel it, or maybe she was overreacting. With t

Amelia had arrived at her family's villa, and the moment the gates opened, she could see a flurry of activity inside the space. Her father Edward appeared to addressing a group of Master practitioners and her mother stood not far away with her arms folded. "Amelia!" Her mother’s voice pierced the air before she even stepped out of the car.Vera Sinclair was marching down the marble steps with fire in her eyes, flanked by four master practitioners and a visibly tense Edward right behind. Her hands were on her waist. “Where have you been?! Do you have any idea the chaos you caused? We were about to send every Sinclair master out into the city!”Amelia stood still, her hands on the car door, not even glancing in her mother’s direction. Her voice was calm, but her chest was rising and falling with the weight of something heavier. “Is William here?”Vera blinked, almost offended.“Excuse me?”“I said, is William here?” Amelia repeated, turning fully now and facing her parents.Her mo

Harry stood motionless, the phone still pressed to his ear as the last of the laughter died away. The world around him seemed to crumble, the weight of the revelation sinking into his bones. He had been used, no, worse. He had been nothing more than a stepping stone, a tool in someone else's game. The realization hit him like a slap to the face, but it wasn’t enough to break the anger that was building inside him.He dropped the phone to the ground, watching as it bounced once, twice, before it clattered to a stop. His fingers twitched with rage, and the gun in his hand suddenly felt too small. Tracey’s tear-filled eyes locked onto his, and for a brief moment, he considered the woman who had once foolishly loved him with everything. But any trace of humanity he had left was swallowed by the rage creeping over him. He turned away from her, away from everything. He strode out of the room, the wheels of his chair screeching against the concrete. His mind raced as he plotted his