All Chapters of The Scapegoat Heir: Rise of Nathaniel Sinclair: Chapter 11
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Chapter Eleven
CHAPTER ELEVENNate sat in the living room of the Sterling estate, a book open in his hands. He had not turned a page in over an hour. His mind was elsewhere, it was always elsewhere these days.Celeste sat across from him, her laptop open on the coffee table, her fingers moving across the keyboard. She was reviewing documents, running an empire from the comfort of her home. She did not look up when the butler entered the room.The butler was an older man with silver hair and a posture that spoke of decades of service. He carried a silver tray with a single envelope resting on it. The envelope was heavy and cream colored, sealed with wax."Madam," the butler said, his voice calm and polite. "An invitation has arrived for you."Celeste looked up, then slowly set her laptop aside and took the envelope from the tray. She examined the seal, the handwriting, and the weight of it. Then she held it out to the butler."Read it," she said.Nate set down his book and turned his attention to the
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Chapter Twelve
CHAPTER TWELVEAlexander Sinclair walked through the entrance like a man carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Eleanor was on his arm, her face graceful but tired. Victoria followed close behind, her eyes sharp and alert, scanning the room with the practiced precision of someone who had learned to be wary of everyone.The room went quiet as everyone knew who they were. The wealthiest family in the country, and the most powerful and untouchable. And they had never set foot in the Ashford mansion before.Harold rushed toward them, his hands extended, his face beaming with a pride that made him look ten years younger. "Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair! What an honor! What a privilege! Welcome to our home. We are so grateful you could join us for this special occasion. Please, allow me to introduce you to my son, Preston."Margaret followed close behind, her hands clasped together, her smile so wide it looked painful. She pushed Preston forward, practically shoving him into the Sinclair
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Chapter Thirteen
CHAPTER THIRTEENNate opened his mouth to speak, but before the words could leave his lips, Preston lunged forward.He was loud and frantic, his voice cutting through the silence. "Mr. Sinclair, do not listen to him. You are making a terrible mistake. This man is a criminal. He is a fraud, and a convict. He killed a man. He spent two years in prison, he is lying to you."Preston's face was red. His hands were shaking, he was not in control of himself. He had lost the polished composure he wore like a mask. He pointed at Nate with a trembling finger. "He is nobody. He has always been nobody. He was a servant in my house. He scrubbed our floors. He washed our dishes. He did what he was told because he had nothing else. He has always had nothing. He will always have nothing."Harold stepped forward, backing his son. "Preston is right, Mr. Sinclair. This man is a liar. He has been lying his whole life. We took him in when he had nowhere to go. We gave him food. We gave him shelter. We gav
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