Chapter 131
Leon stormed into the Sinclair Group, his face a mask of fury. One of the receptionists recognized him and greeted him respectfully.
“Mr. Sinclair is in today,” she said.
Leon sneered inwardly and quickly took the elevator to the top floor.
He didn’t knock on Charles’s office door but on the door of Charles’s uncle, Edward Sinclair.
The person backing Leon was Edward Sinclair.
Wyatt had three sons: the eldest was Dylan, the second was Edward Sinclair, and the youngest was Richard Sinclair.
At the moment, only Edward Sinclair was at the Sinclair Group. Dylan managed the overseas division, while Richard Sinclair, after making some early mistakes, was exiled by Wyatt and handed a small company in another city. Surprisingly, Richard turned that company around in the past few years and has recently filed to return–Wyatt seemed to be reconsidering letting him back.
Charles’s position was like being circled by wolves, not to mention that both of his uncles had sons of their own gunning for the top spot.
Leon’s face broke into a respectful smile as he greeted, “Mr. Sinclair.”
Edward Sinclair stayed in peak shape–men from an old–money family like the Sinclairs were either ordinary–looking or outstanding, never sporting a beer belly. That sort of failing would never fly with Wyatt; ‘If you can’t even keep your body in order, how could you ever run a company?‘ he thought.
Beer guts and bald spots? Those belonged to men with no class and no heritage.
Edward wore his suit with effortless confidence, eyes utterly calm as Leon entered.
Edward asked, “What’s the matter?”
Leon recounted everything, looking a bit embarrassed. “So that’s what happened. I don’t even know who that woman is, but she seemed to know those Sinclair Group Inspectors pretty well.”
Edward Sinclair’s brows drew together. He hadn’t heard a word about the Sinclair Group sending any inspectors over lately.
He had no idea this was Charles’s spur–of–the–moment move, let alone that he’d parachuted Yolanda in out of nowhere.
Edward looked down at the contract in front of him and scoffed, “Inspectors? The Sinclair Group hasn’t sent any Sinclair Group Inspectors recently.”
Leon’s eyes lit up like he’d just found his ticket out. “Shit! I knew Yolanda was trying to play me, but I never thought she’d actually have the nerve! I’m calling the cops–she’s gonna rot in jail!”
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Faking the official seal of a company as massive as the Sinclair Group? She’ll be stuck behind bars for a long. long time.
He’d promised himself he’d make Yolanda cry and beg at his feet–and now he was ready to collect.
Just thinking about that woman’s looks got Leon all worked up.
“Mr. Sinclair, she’s actually pretty easy on the eyes. If you’re interested…” Leon hinted.
Edward covered for Leon, and besides cash, Leon regularly offered up the best–looking talent from Starlight. He’d drug them and deliver them to one of Edward’s private villas, always making sure to get them out before the effects wore off.
The women never had a clue who had taken advantage of them.
It was all risk–free for Edward—he wasn’t planning on getting kicked out by Wyatt over a bedroom scandal like his younger brother.
Seeing Leon’s expression, Edward could tell this woman was an absolute knockout.
“Same spot. Eight o’clock tomorrow night. Make the arrangements,” Edward instructed.
Leon’s cheeks flushed with excitement as he bowed respectfully. “Mr. Sinclair, you can count on me. It’ll be flawless!”
As soon as Leon stepped out of the office, he called the cops. They didn’t hesitate one bit and made a beeline straight for Starlight.
Starlight had been rotten from the roots all the way to the top for years, and not once had law enforcement darkened its doorstep. Yet in the span of a single day–first the Sinclair Group Inspectors, then the police- the chaos was off the charts.
The police barged right into Yolanda’s office. “Hello, Ms. Grant. You’ve been reported for counterfeiting the Sinclair Group’s official seal. Please come with us and assist with our investigation.”
The office doorway was instantly crowded. People were whispering to each other in hushed voices.
“Fake seal? So those Sinclair Group Inspectors earlier today were just a bunch of imposters?”
“Oh my god, that’s a major crime! The Sinclair Group’s definitely going to come down hard on her!”
“How did she have the guts? Bet she has no clue how deep Leon’s contacts run in the Sinclair Group.”
Among the crowd, she was there too, cheeks burning with anxiety as she overheard the whispers.
‘If this charge sticks, it’s game over for all of us.‘ she thought, panic flooding her chest.
Desperate, she shot a pleading look at Yolanda.
Yolanda just sat back, totally unfazed on the sofa. “Leon’s the one who called the cops? If I haven’t broken any laws, does that mean I could counter–sue him for slander?”
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The cops stayed strictly business. “Ms. Grant, we’ll need you to come with us for questioning.
Yolanda rose to her feet and addressed her team. “Update the designs the way I just told you. Aim to have it all ready by the day after tomorrow–spare no expense on the materials.”
Her team, unshaken by the commotion, nodded diligently. “Don’t worry, Ms. Grant.”
With a cop at each side, Yolanda headed out of the office with them.
The top floor was buzzing, with everyone gossiping about whether Yolanda really forged the Sinclair Group seal or hired a bunch of fakes to pose as Sinclair Group Inspectors.
When Yolanda arrived at the police station, Leon was already there, looking smug as hell.
“Officer, I need a moment alone with her,” Leon said, his voice dripping with malice as he stepped closer.
Leon’s face twisted with malice as he approached.
“Yolanda, Yolanda, what did I tell you? You were always gonna end up begging me on your knees. But it’s way too late for that now. Unless you keep me satisfied–and then make the rounds for the rest–maybe I’ll let you walk out of here untouched. Otherwise, get ready to rot in jail!”
Yolanda didn’t bother saying anything–she just took a seat off to the side, unfazed.
Leon scowled, thinking to himself, ‘Damn, this bitch knows how to keep her cool, huh?‘
She signed the papers the cops handed over, her smile cool and collected. “You folks go track down your evidence. I’ve signed already. When you find something, don’t forget to let me know–I’m looking forward to calling my lawyer and suing Leon Cole.”
She said it with Leon standing right there, making it crystal clear she didn’t give a damn about him.
Leon was fuming, practically steaming from the ears, ready to blast her–but a flash of sanity reminded him this was the police station, so he bit his tongue.
Yolanda picked up her purse and strode out of the station, cool and collected like she owned the place.
Leon was shaking with fury, grabbing Yolanda and jerking her right back toward him.
Yolanda lost her footing and smashed into the nearby bookshelf. She clutched her head, a wave of dizziness hit–and the next second, she totally blacked out.
Leon stood there like he’d been turned to stone, eyes wide in disbelief. “She’s gotta be faking! I barely touched her!”
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
Part 1: The Discovery of BetrayalYolanda Grant’s marriage was built on patience, sacrifice, and quiet endurance — but that illusion shattered in one night. It was late when she arrived at a dark, empty alley after receiving a mysterious message with an address. At first, she thought it was a misunderstanding. After all, her husband Charles Sinclair — a man of wealth, power, and refined taste — would never lower himself to something so vulgar. But when she saw him holding a young woman in his arms, kissing and touching her like a man possessed, every ounce of denial drained from her. Charles, the proud and disciplined businessman, was cheating — and in a filthy alleyway, no less.Part 2: The Scene of HumiliationFrom the safety of her car, Yolanda watched as the scene unfolded. The woman clinging to Charles was frail, trembling, and emotional, like a flower blooming in the mud. The surroundings — the stained floor, damp walls, and suffocating darkness — mocked everything Charles had always claimed to be. This wasn’t just infidelity; it was degradation. Yolanda’s mind swirled with disbelief. Her husband, who obsessed over class and perfection, had become a man of impulse and dirt. She didn’t confront him or make a scene; she didn’t even cry. Instead, she leaned back in her seat, numb, realizing that her marriage was already over in spirit.Part 3: Two Years of DevotionAs she sat there, flashes of the past flooded her mind. Two years of marriage — two years of her trying to please him in every way. She had known from the start that Charles didn’t love her. On their wedding day, he had made it painfully clear that his heart already belonged to another woman. Still, Yolanda married him out of hope, out of love, out of the foolish belief that devotion could melt even the coldest heart. She gave up her career, her ambitions, and her independence, just to prove she was worthy of him. She cared for him like a nurse for her patient — cooking his meals, planning his wardrobe, and tending to every detail of his life. And in return, she got nothing but distance and silence.Part 4: The Breaking PointNow, watching him entwined with another woman, everything she had built inside her — the patience, the sacrifice, the illusion — collapsed. The man she had once called her husband had become unrecognizable. He had torn off his noble mask and revealed himself as nothing more than a beast driven by desire. Yolanda felt like she’d been slapped, her dignity shattered into pieces. But instead of screaming or crying, she felt an eerie calm. Her pain was too deep to express. All she could think was: This marriage must end.Part 5: Charles’s UneaseWhile Yolanda drove home, Charles suddenly sensed that something was wrong. The headlights of a passing car illuminated his face, and a chill ran down his spine. He didn’t know whose car it was, but unease stirred in his chest. The girl in his arms whimpered for his attention, but his mind was already elsewhere. Straightening his clothes, he pulled away coldly. “That’s enough for tonight,” he said flatly. “The company’s got big projects. I can’t afford divorce rumors right now.” His words revealed not love, but calculation — every move guided by image and control. The girl, blinded by her feelings, agreed softly, claiming she would wait. But to Charles, it was just another temporary indulgence.Part 6: The Return HomeWhen Yolanda returned home, the villa felt colder than ever. She had just come out of the shower when Charles entered the bedroom, carrying his jacket. He looked as immaculate as always — tall, handsome, commanding — but tonight, his arrogance seemed cruel. On his pristine white shirt, Yolanda noticed a faint smear of pink lip gloss. She had never worn lip gloss; she hated its stickiness. That small, shiny mark told her everything she needed to know. As she dried her hair, she kept her expression neutral, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing her pain.Part 7: The Cold ConversationCharles glanced at her and asked casually, “When did you get back?”“This afternoon,” she replied.He loosened his tie, unbuttoning his shirt as if nothing had happened. “I was out playing golf tonight,” he added. The lie rolled off his tongue effortlessly. Through the reflection in the window, Yolanda saw the dirt on his back — proof that golf wasn’t the only game he’d been playing. With quiet fury, she shot back, “Then I guess you scored plenty of holes. Congrats.”Her sarcasm caught him off guard. For the first time, he frowned, slightly unsettled. He wasn’t used to this tone from her — the woman who once worshiped him now sounded indifferent, almost mocking.Part 8: His Cruel ArroganceInstead of apologizing, Charles smirked and wrapped his arm around her waist. “Are you mad? I told you when we got married that I didn’t love you. If you’re that unhappy, find someone else to cheat with.” His words cut through her like a blade. It wasn’t just betrayal anymore — it was humiliation. He treated her heartbreak as an inconvenience, as if her pain were irrelevant. Inside, Yolanda’s chest felt like it was being strangled with wire, every breath searing. Yet she stayed silent. Her quietness, once a sign of love, now turned into armor.Part 9: The Memory of InnocenceIn that moment, Yolanda’s mind drifted back to when she first met Charles. She was young, freshly adopted into the Grant family, and he was already the picture of perfection — disciplined, confident, untouchable. Back then, she looked at him with admiration and love. To her, he was everything she aspired to be. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that this same man would someday make her feel worthless. All those years of love, of marriage, of giving — they now felt like a cruel joke.Part 10: A New Beginning Hidden in the Word “Fine”Charles chuckled when she finally said, “Fine.” To him, it was just another empty threat, another outburst that would fade with time. He kissed her cheek, confident that her love would keep her shackled to him forever. What he didn’t realize was that this time, “Fine” wasn’t surrender — it was goodbye. Behind her calm eyes, Yolanda had already made her decision. The love that once bound her had turned to ash, and from that ash, something new was forming — strength.Chapter 1 ends with Yolanda’s quiet determination to take back her life. She won’t cry or beg anymore. This time, she’ll walk away — not as a broken wife, but as a woman reborn through betrayal.
