All Chapters of Sinclair's Lost Heir[The Rise Of The Betrayed Son-in-law]: Chapter 21
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CHAPTER 21
Ethan’s POV I felt Olivia’s fingers wrap around my wrist. She was trembling slightly, her breath uneven, eyes locked onto mine like they were searching for something stable to cling to.“Ethan,” she whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face, her voice fragile, yet laced with concern. “Are you okay?”I didn’t answer immediately. My mind was still reeling from the confrontation, my heart still pounding from how close we’d come to something that couldn’t be undone. The venom in Cole’s voice, the wild desperation in his eyes as he yanked Olivia from my reach, it all replayed in an endless loop.“I should be asking you that,” I said finally, my voice low. I looked her over, scanning for bruises, scratches, anything. My hand rose, cupping her cheek, my thumb brushing gently across her skin. “Are you hurt anywhere?”She opened her mouth to answer, but the thunder of footsteps cut her off.Fast. Heavy. Furious.Victor Sinclair came charging into the courtyard like a storm that had b
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CHAPTER 22
Ethan’s POV I was barely conscious when my phone buzzed violently on the nightstand, vibrating itself closer and closer to the edge. A sliver of morning light leaked through the curtains, slicing across the floor like a blade. The room felt unusually cold, as though it sensed the storm I was about to wake up to. I groaned, rolling over with a sleep-heavy grunt, one eye half open.Olivia’s name flashed across the screen.I fumbled the phone to my ear. “Olivia?”“Ethan, have you seen the news?” Her voice was sharp, panic-laced, the kind that snapped away whatever haze of sleep remained. She sounded like someone watching a fire crawl up their walls.My pulse stuttered. “What? No, what’s going on?”“You need to check it. Now. It’s 8th”The line crackled for a beat. Then she said the words I hadn’t even known I feared until I heard them.“Someone’s claiming you’re not really a Sinclair.”I sat up straight, heart pounding like a drum in a silent hall. “What?”“They’re saying you’re an impo
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CHAPTER 23
Vanessa’s POV "You can't be serious! Ethan? A Sinclair?!"My voice cracked the air like a whip, shattering the calm of the penthouse suite. The wineglass in my hand trembled from the force of my grip, and I was moments away from hurling it at the floor just to hear something break. Clarisse didn’t even flinch. She lounged on the edge of my vanity, filing her nails with maddening indifference. "Vanessa, it's been weeks. This obsession is starting to get sad.""Sad?" I whirled on her. "The man I threw away is now sitting on top of the world, and I’m supposed to... what? Smile through my teeth while my career disintegrates?" Clarisse popped a gum bubble. "Maybe you shouldn’t have left him."I stared her down, seething. Wash she even my friend or his? "He wasn’t supposed to become a Sinclair." "Well, he did. And judging by that last press conference, the world is buying into the news which further solidifies his position there. Golden boy from the ashes, heir to a billion-dollar thron
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CHAPTER 24
Vanessa’s POV I clenched the railing of my balcony with one hand, the other gripping my phone so tightly my knuckles turned pale. The wind tugged at my hair, but I was too numb to care. Above me, the night sky offered no mercy. The stars looked down like spectators in a private execution. “Ethan, please,” I breathed, trying to inject some softness into my voice. “I’m not calling to fight. I just… I really want us to talk. Really talk.”“Talk? Us?” he said, his tone thick with mockery. “After what you did to me, that word should rot in your mouth.” I flinched. “I know you’re angry—” “No, Vanessa,” he snapped. “Angry was about a year ago. Angry was when I was abandoned by your family with nothing but the clothes on my back, wondering how the hell the people I had worked off my life so honestly for could frame me like a criminal. Angry was begging your father to listen while you stood there, arms folded, watching like I was dirt.” I swallowed hard, my voice catching in my throat. “I
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CHAPTER 25
Ethan’s POV "Clara, I need that report. Now."My voice cracked through the silence in my office, slicing the calm like a scalpel to skin. I didn't have time for pleasantries or second guesses. Not anymore. The scent of revenge isn’t sweet, it’s sharp. Metallic. It clings to the air like blood on steel. It doesn’t offer peace. It promises war. My office assistant Clara appeared at the doorway, her tablet in one hand, a thick brown file in the other. Her heels struck the marble floor with rapid precision, each step echoing like a countdown to someone’s downfall. "Here’s everything we’ve pulled so far on the Hale subsidiaries," she said, setting the file down with a weighty thud. "Financial records, front companies, shell firms. You name it." I opened it with the kind of urgency that only comes from deep-rooted pain. Page after page was covered in numbers, signatures, bank accounts, and movement logs. I’d trained myself to read between the lines—and the Hales had a lot hiding betwee
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CHAPTER 26
Ethan’s POV The hum of the ceiling fan was the only sound in the office until the door creaked open with a soft knock. The private Investigator, Jordan, stepped in with a folder clutched tightly in his hand, a gleam of something dangerous dancing in his eyes. "Got something you’ll want to see, sir," he said, voice low but pulsing with excitement.I turned away from the screen. Outside, twilight bled across the skyline, bathing the city in bruised gold and shadow. I leaned forward, my elbows brushing the edge of the desk. "Tell me it’s what I think it is."He dropped the folder onto my desk. It landed with a satisfying slap, thick and brimming with promise. "Even better," he said, his grin curling like smoke. I raised a brow, flipping it open. Dozens of papers spilled out—photographs, transaction records, company ledgers, all bearing the name Hale Pharmaceuticals. My gut twisted in anticipation. "How the hell did you pull this off so fast?" I asked.Jordan looked smug, brushing i
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CHAPTER 27
Ethan's POV “You look like a mad scientist about to detonate something,” Olivia said, leaning against the doorframe, arms folded, one brow arched in mock judgment. “Should I be worried?” I jolted upright, nearly knocking over my mug of half-cold coffee. How long had she been standing there? How did she get into my room and I wasn't even aware. “Damn, Olivia,” I said, pressing a hand to my chest. “You trying to kill me with a heart attack?” She smiled, that soft but knowing curve of her lips that always managed to both irritate and disarm me. “I knocked , twice. You didn’t flinch. I had to assume you were either dead or plotting something dangerous.” I chuckled, but it came out hollow. “Maybe a little bit of both.” Her eyes flicked to the spread of documents on my desk, the ones I hadn’t managed to hide fast enough. Incriminating photos, financial records, under-the-table transactions that Nathan thought buried. Her gaze narrowed.“What are you working on that’s so...classified?”
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CHAPTER 28
Ethan's POV “Ethan, you might want to sit down for this,” Jordan’s voice crackled through the speakerphone. “It’s bad. And getting worse.” I didn’t sit. I leaned forward against my desk at the Sinclair estate’s study, pen still in hand, documents scattered like puzzle pieces before me. “How bad?” “Hale Pharmaceuticals is on the verge of collapse. Full-blown financial hemorrhage. Their investors are rattled, and word’s starting to leak.” I paused. My grip on the pen tightened. “How the hell did this happen so fast?” “Pride, mostly,” Jordan said, almost laughing. “You're aware that the Hales had earlier sought a merger with Sinclair Biotech right? That was the reason they had found their way to the Sinclair’s annual gala.” “I remember. They must have scoffed at the idea the second they found out I’d be running Sinclair after him.” I sat back slowly, a small smile playing on my lips. “Richard myst have thought that proceeding with the merger would have been humiliating to them I su
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CHAPTER 29
Vanessa’s POV The boardroom was a pressure cooker, the air thick with unspoken accusations and simmering tensions. Sunlight streamed through the expansive windows, casting long shadows over the polished mahogany table where Hale Pharmaceuticals' future hung in the balance.My father, sat at the helm, his expression a mask of controlled fury. To his right, my brother Nathan shifted uncomfortably, his usual bravado noticeably absent. I occupied the seat to Richard's left, my notepad open but untouched, bracing for the storm about to break.The shareholders, a mix of seasoned investors and newer stakeholders, exchanged uneasy glances. The recent scandal had shaken their confidence, and the cracks in our foundation were beginning to show.Mr. Langley, a senior shareholder with a penchant for bluntness, broke the silence. "Richard, this debacle has left us exposed. The media is relentless, and our stock is in freefall."Father's jaw tightened, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the tabl
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CHAPTER 30
Ethan’s POV “You bought what?” Jordan’s voice cracked through the encrypted line like a whip when I told him that I had bought all the shares put up for sale by Hale subsidiaries. I grinned into the phone, leaned back in my leather chair at the Sinclair estate study. “Every last share they threw to the market. Through a private broker in Dubai. The entire subsidiary is mine now.”“You’re playing God now, huh?” he muttered. “You do realize the Hales are going to freak when they find out they just sold a piece of their empire to their worst nightmare?”I chuckled, low and slow. “That’s the idea.”“You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. But what the hell are you planning to do with this new toy?”“Use it, Jordan. Every locked door they thought I couldn’t open, I now have the keys. Internal communications, supply chains, financial records—everything.”“Damn. You really pulled this off.”“I told you,” I said, opening a secure email I just received from the broker. “Patience, power, and a p
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