Chapter 110
Chapter 110
Chapter 110
AARON
Time doesn’t move the same when someone you love is missing
There. I said it.
I was hopelessly in love with Venus Sinclair,
My contract wife.
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Minutes stretch like scars across your soul. Hours turn into warre-battles against guilt, rage and hope. Sleep? A luxury couldn’t afford. Not while Venus was still out there. Somewhere.
Every day started the same: cold coffee, stale silence, and another dead end.
Billy and Dain had given all they could, which wasn’t much. Every hour we grilled them, every threat we dangled, led to the same ugly truth:
Martha drugged her.
Her own mother.
A Judas in silk gloves.
Dorian had vanished off the grid. Jane said he was cooking something with Caroline and Richard. Either he was running scared or already buried by his own schemes. My gut said the former. That snake was too smart to die early.
We found Venus’ car abandoned in a scrapyard on the city’s outskirts. Doors locked. No blood. No prints. Her purse was still in the trunk, zipped up tight-like she never meant to use it. Lik she never drove the car at all.
We ran every traffic cam. Traced every tire track. Still nothing.
She was gone.
Vanished.
And I… I was unraveling.
I barely left the penthouse. Ate only when Connor forced me. Sept when I passed out from exhaustion. My mother showed up, eyes worried but even she didn’t know what to say. Not when I didn’t have the strength to lie.
Sabine came too. Quiet. Steady. She didn’t ask questions. She just sat nearby, sometimes reading. Poetry, letters. I didn’t listen. But the sound helped.
Even Colton Ashford showed up. Who would’ve thought?
Not me.
Truth is, he was worried about his sister. And I got it-he lost he again before he even got the chance to speak to her.
Gianna came, too. Haughty as ever, reluctant but present. I caught her staring at the untouched wine glass on the table- Venus’ favorite red. She didn’t say a word. Just reached out and turned the glass slightly, like that would summon her back.
None of it helped.
Not really.
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The only thing I needed was her.
And she was still missing.
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It was past noon, though the skies looked like dusk. Rain pelted the windows like war drums.
Venus hated thunderstorms.
I lay on the couch in my office. Unshaved. Unbothered. Barely dressed in a wrinkled shirt. I hadn’t touched a meeting or market brief in days.
The Sinclair Empire could burn. I didn’t care.
Jane ran operations. Connor handled PR fires. The world kept spinning.
Mine didn’t.
Not without her.
That’s when Lilly, my PA, knocked. Soft, hesitant. Then stepped inside like I might bite.
She was right to be cautious. I hadn’t been kind lately.
“Mr. Sinclair,” she said carefully, folder in hand. “There’s a shareholder emergency meeting at 4 p.m. today p>
I didn’t respond.
She stepped closer. “It’s mandatory p>
Still nothing.
She sighed, dropping the folder onto the glass table with a soft snap.
“They’re circling, sir. Circling like vultures. They smell blood. If you don’t show up today, they’ll assume you’ve stepped down. Or worse-lost your grip. And they won’t stop at your title They’ll tear down your legacy p>
“Let them whisper,” I muttered, head buried in the crook of my arm. “I have no interest in playing corporate god today.” Lilly didn’t flinch. “Venus wouldn’t want this p>
That hit.
No, she wouldn’t.
I lifted
my
head. Bloodshot eyes. Cold. Hollow. But somewhere in the fog-fire still burned.
“Get me a suit,” I rasped. “Black. And make sure they know… I’m not dead yet p>
She nodded and left.
Venus would’ve cracked up at this. She always thought Lilly didn’t like her much.
I sat up, body aching from the weight of everything. But now I had clarity. There was still one weapon in
Power.
If I couldn’t use it to save her, I’d use it to move the earth until she was back.
my
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Venus wasn’t gone. Not to me.
And I’d tear down kingdoms-one by one-until I found her.
Dead men don’t get to win.
And anyone who touched her?
They were already buried. They just didn’t know it yet.
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4:17 PM Sinclair HQ Boardroom
The vultures gathered in tailored suits. Polished shoes. Eyes gleaning with ambition.
They expected a broken man.
Instead, I walked in like a warfront.
Hair slicked back. Suit sharp. Wrath carved into every line of my jaw.
They hushed.
Some stood.
I didn’t sit.
I planted my hands at the head of the table, fingers spread across the mahogany.
“No speeches today,” I said, voice like stormclouds. “You want answers? Fine. I’m still here. I’m still in power. And anyone who thinks they can take my seat p>
I leaned forward slightly.
“Better bring a shovel. You’ll be digging your own grave p>
Silence.
Heavy. Dense.
Then Caroline’s voice cut through it like a scalpel-cool, clinical and dripping with fake concern.
“Your recent actions have cost the Sinclair Empire dearly, Aaron That can’t be ignored p>
She crossed her legs. Tapped her pen. Eyes gleaming like she smelled blood.
Richard picked it up from there, smug bastard that he was. “Youve let personal issues cloud your judgment. The Ashford fiasco? The leaked merger docs? Investors are panicking p>
“And let’s not forget PR,” Dorian added smoothly, lounging like he was already wearing my crown. “Media sentiment dropped seven points. Sinclair’s image is bleeding p>
“You talk like you built this company,” I growled. “Like I didn’t drag it from the brink after the crash. Like I didn’t land the Seoul tech deal that saved your margins last quarter p>
But I could feel it-the shift. Power bleeding out of my side of the table. Board members looking away. Nodding. Dorian’s strings already wrapping around them.
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Then Richard stood. “We’ve spoken with legal. For stability’s sake, the board is exercising its right to request your temporary step-down as CEO p>
Rosemary stood so fast her chair screeched. “This is a power grab p>
Her voice, though gentle, was steeled with maternal fury. Her eyes locked on Richard. “You’re leveraging a moment of crisis to steal what Aaron built p>
“I second that,” Connor said, tight-lipped. “This board was meant to guide Sinclair Industries not dismantle it from within p>
But it didn’t matter. The motion had passed before I even walked in.
Caroline leaned forward, gloating. “This isn’t personal. Dorian will act as interim CEO-pending review. We hope you’ cooperate… for the company’s sake p>
I stared at her. Blank. Cold. Unblinking.
“You hope,” I said softly, “I won’t burn this place to the ground on my way out p>
Her smirk twitched.
But I didn’t give her a tantrum. I gave her a warning.
I stepped back. Straightened my cuffs. Looked Dorian dead in the eye.
“Enjoy my chair, big brother,” I said, low and lethal. “Just don’t get too comfortable p>
Then I turned and walked out.
Every step heavy with war.
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