“Mr. Doyle, you’ve got no other options right now. You’ll just have to trust me, Yolanda said.
Frank had never been made to feel so powerless before–not even when facing Edward Sinclair. He took a deep breath, forcing down all the frustration inside him.
“Alright. I believe in your integrity, Ms. Grant. I’ll sign the transfer papers–just promise me you’ll let Eric go. When he’s released, I’ll make sure he’s sent abroad,” he said.
Yolanda’s lips curved into a faint smile as she pulled out the share transfer documents she’d prepared in advance.
Frank saw what she was doing and instantly knew she’d come ready for this. He almost spat blood in anger, his hand shaking as he gripped the
pen.
After signing his name, Frank gave Yolanda a long, heavy look.
“The CEO’s Wife I heard about never liked going out, had a terrible relationship with Mr. Sinclair, and was just a prop for a business union. You’re nothing like the rumors.”
“People change,” Yolanda replied simply.
She slipped the signed documents into her bag, turned on her heel, and got into the car. “I’ll convince Charles to let Eric go within a week.”
“Then I’ll leave it to you, Ms. Grant,” Frank replied.
Don’t make Yolanda your enemy, Frank told himself. ‘Whatever ace I have up my sleeve, it’s only good for keeping me alive.”
Once back in the car, Yolanda snapped a pic of the signed transfer papers and sent it to Jason.
[It’s done.]
Jason didn’t reply–not that she expected him to. He was probably still glued to his computer, lost in all that
data.
Getting Charles to let Eric Long go wouldn’t be easy. Yolanda knew she’d have to scheme step by step, no rushing allowed.
Plus, she couldn’t let her guard down around Edward Sinclair–who knew when he’d strike back out of nowhere?
Edward might be no big deal himself, but those two sons of his? They were the real sharks in the water, and anyone facing them had better tread carefully.
From the moment Edward Sinclair started targeting her, Yolanda was already tangled up in the Sinclair family’s power games. Escape was out of the question.
12:09 Sun, Oct 19
Chapter 193
10 youshers
It was simple: either rise above these people and reap the benefits, or get shattered to pieces with nothing left.
Charles always thought she was obedient, and the Grant family just saw her as someone easy to take advantage of. But Yolanda was about to prove to them all that her ambitions went far beyond anything they could imagine.
Leaning back in her seat, Yolanda pulled up her chat with Andrew Sinclair.
Andrew, Edward Sinclair’s youngest son, had never really left much of an impression on Yolanda. Ever since she was brought into the Grant family at age ten, she’d been forced to attend endless parties–and every now and then, she’d catch sight of Andrew hanging around in the background.
He was always alone, quiet, almost distant–even his own brother Xavier didn’t seem close to him. But what set Andrew apart wasn’t just the isolation. He was the type to take pleasure in hurting small animals; there was a twisted, cruel streak in him that made Yolanda’s skin crawl.
She’d caught him in the act, killing cats and birds–the pampered pets of society ladies. And nobody would ever pin it on Andrew. Kids couldn’t possibly be that ruthless, right?
People chalked it up to him being just an odd, silent kid. Before long, even the other children started avoiding him, whispering that he was bad news–the weird, creepy one you didn’t want to hang around with.
Yolanda never bothered talking to him; she was always trailing after Charles, the only one who caught her eye. Other men simply didn’t exist in her world.
But when she married Charles, Andrew did something rare–he came over and raised a glass, actually calling. her “sister–in–law.”
Whenever she heard him say that, it always freaked Yolanda out just a little inside, like someone had walked over her grave.
Afterwards, Andrew vanished from the scene. Word was, he got mixed up in some forbidden deals and Wyatt personally sent him away for “reformation.”
Yolanda was thinking about Andrew now, since if there was anyone in the Sinclair family that Charles truly couldn’t tolerate, it was him.
Charles hated Andrew so much, all it took was one word from him a few years back–and Andrew got booted straight out of the house.
Wyatt had doted on Charles since he was a kid, and Charles definitely knew how to handle things. So anyone who dared get on his nerves–including Richard Sinclair–were kicked out one way or another.
Once Yolanda was back at Moonbay Estate, she sat for a while, eyelashes lowered, running every possibility through her mind before finally working up the nerve to text Andrew.
[When are you coming back?]
But the moment she sent it, nerves hit–she unsent the message within seconds and sent another instead. [Sorry, sent that by accident.]
12:00 Sun, Oct 10
Chapter 198
10 vouchers
It there was anyone who could piss Charles off in no time, it had to be Andrew. Why? Because Andrew had slept with Joelle Monroe Maybe it was an accident, but for Charles, that was a line nobody should ever cross -a sore spot that’d haunt him forever.
Besides, Andrew was downright insufferable.
Andrew didn’t waste a second. He screenshotted Yolanda’s first message and sent it straight to Charles,
Cousin. I’ve been gone for two years and your wife’s still this concerned about me? What, is she planning to be like Joelle–already got her mind stuck on me and hoping I’ll let her spread her legs for me too?]
Charles’s expression instantly darkened the moment he saw Andrew’s message. Without hesitating, he called Yolanda right away
“Did you just message Andrew?” he asked, his voice tight.
Yolanda sounded nervous. “Yes, I did–but I actually meant to send it to you. I pressed the wrong chat by accident.”
She immediately took a screenshot of her chat window and sent it to him.
Hardly anyone knew about Andrew sleeping with Joelle Monroe. Yolanda only found out by chance, catching a snippet of Charles whispering over the phone. All those times Andrew nearly got killed, every hitman lurking for him overseas? Every single one was sent by Charles.
If Andrew was suffering, then he was damn sure going to make Charles suffer too–an eye for an eye.
So why hadn’t Andrew broadcasted to the world that he’d slept with Joelle? Simple: he was crazy about her, obsessively, secretly–his love was the kind that burned hot and twisted in the shadows.
Yolanda was purposefully throwing Andrew and Charles back into the ring, hell–bent on letting chaos reign in the Sinclair family. The messier things got, the easier it was for her to make her move.
She thrived on turmoil–only in the thick of the chaos could she snatch the kind of opportunities she was
after
Charles’s expression stayed ice–cold, because he knew Andrew was more than just Joelle’s crazed fan–he was a bona fide stalker, the kind that gave anyone the creeps.
That’s why Charles was so paranoid ever since Joelle came back–when it came to Andrew, nothing was off- limits
Everyone thought Andrew was still out of the country, but ever since Joelle’s return, he’d popped right back up too–like her own personal shadow.
Wherever Joelle showed up, you could bet Andrew was lurking nearby, practically glued to her side.
It was Charles’s slip–up that let Andrew get his way with Joelle once before–and now, he was haunting her every step like some relentless ghost that wouldn’t let go.
Charles’s patience snapped–seeing Andrew’s screenshot just pissed him off even more.
12 Sun Oct 1
Chapter #3
And that gun was sippery as a dame eel, adways wriggling out of trouble, never getting banned fine anything
Charles sacked in a breath grising out. Dost delete him.”
Babe, don’t get mad. I’ve already delened him. I only even added him that time I went to look after Granda” Yolanda sand trying to soothe him
Charles yanked at his te, about to say something when Joelle called him
“Charles, my script readings about to start, but I keep feeling like someone’s following me. Lately, my car tires keep getting slashed. I have to meet the directors tonight, and it probably be late. Honestly, I’m kind of freaked out Joelle sand
Back then only Joelle and Charles knew the whole story about her and Andrenc
Charles was the perir gender–babe secret locked rgy And Andrea well be was wild one, but at least be wast the kind who’d ever cross any Ines with her. While she was overseas Andrew basically
ed in her own personal enforcer, zlays inhing to throw down for her.
Joelle always knew he was shadowding ber, acanthing out for ber–even if she acted like she didn’t have a clue. And whenever someone decided to mess with her, they’d end up laging home, courtesy of Andrew’s fists.
That’s how she blaned through everything ring fast and never looking back. With Andrew harking in her corner and her then–boyfriend–a total sweetheart with all kinds of Hollywood connections–she pretty mach had a golden ticket. The guy was so trusting he’d buy into every single word she said
Protected by those two, Joelle barely had to lift a Enger abroad–life was almost too easy,
Joelle kept pretending she didn’t know a thing about Andrew lurking in the background–even after coming
back home. She was fully aware that creepy psycho had trailed her all the way from overseas
It was the perfect excuse for her to stir things up. Besides, with Charles still feeling responsible for what happened back then, he’d been guarding her like a hawk ever since.
“Charles, I get it if you’re busy, really.. Joelle said, her voice soft and understanding
Charles leaned back in his seat, voice gentle. “So, where’s the script meeting tonight?”
Joelle couldn’t help but smile, a glimmer of amusement flickering in her eyes.
“It’s happening at Evercrest Manor. Your Aunt Simone’s the one pulling the strings–she and some directors have already reviewed the script, and they really think it has potential. Later, you better vouch for me when you see her, she teased
Simone had never really liked 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.
