Chapter 17 Chapter 17
Amelia
“I know you said no visitors, but it’s Maxwell Sinclair,” Kelvin said, his eyes almost watery, like he had just met his idol. “I mean, it’s good for us,” he added, smiling sheepishly at me.
Before I could respond, he gestured eagerly to the chair in front of my desk. “Please, have a seat, sir,” he said, rushing forward to pull the chair back for Maxwell.
Maxwell didn’t move right away. He just stood there, staring at me with that infuriating smirk, clearly enjoying the moment.
“Sir?” Kelvin prompted again.
Only then did Maxwell stroll toward my desk and sit in the chair Kelvin had pulled out for him. “Thank you,” he said smoothly, while Kelvin continued hovering nearby, still unable to hide his admiration.
I cleared my throat. “Leave us,” I said, and Kelvin hesitated before reluctantly walking out.
I almost told him to start applying for other jobs, because he might not have one here much longer, but I bit my lip and kept it to myself. What did I do to deserve being trapped between two brothers?
“You don’t have to fire him,” Maxwell said calmly. “He’s only doing what he thinks is best for business.”
Best for business? By letting someone without an appointment into my office, even after I had canceled meetings with people who actually had one?
I straightened in my chair. “Hello, Mr. Sinclair. What can I do for you?” I asked in a professional tone.
Outwardly, I was calm. Inside, everything was chaos. My mind kept racing, trying to understand why he was here.
He looked different, more mature, rugged, and refined than before. Even sitting, his presence seemed to fill the entire room. The three-piece suit he wore now made him look serious and businesslike, a far cry from the leather jacket he had on the last time I saw him.
“Wow, it’s Mr. Sinclair now?” he said, smirking.
“Last time I had my cock in your throat and cunt, it was Maxwell. What changed?”
The memory hit me, sharp and unwelcome, and I quickly shoved it aside. I had bigger problems to deal with. “That was five years ago, Mr. Sinclair. What do you want right now?” I asked, keeping my voice steady despite the racing of my mind.
“Revenge,” he said casually. “For everything you took from me five years ago.”
My stomach tightened. My thoughts immediately went to the kids. Had he found out about them? That was the only thing I had taken from him.
“I…I don’t know what you are talking about,” I stammered, my hands tightening on the edge of my desk. “We only…had sex. I didn’t take a thing from you. Why would I ever want to steal from you? As you can see, I’m doing well for myself. My life, my career, everything is mine. I don’t need to take anything from you.”
His smile didn’t reach his eyes. It was wicked, predatory, like he was enjoying every ounce of my discomfort. “For how long?” he asked, letting the words hang in the air like a threat.
I blinked, confused and cautious. “For how long…what?” I asked carefully, trying not to let my nerves show.
He leaned back in the chair, one arm draped casually over the backrest, as if he owned the room. “Are you going to keep doing well for yourself when I come for you and for your business?” he said slowly. “You almost destroyed everything I had. My business, my reputation and my marriage. You left nothing untouched.”
I frowned, my chest tightening as I fought to keep my composure. “How is your divorce my fault?” I said, my voice firmer now “Both of you were already cheating on each other, deceiving your fans into believing you were this perfect, happy couple. None of this has anything to do with me. Your wife started all of this. She was sleeping with my best friend’s man, despite knowing that they were engaged. I didn’t take anything from either of you. Yet here you are, trying to pin all of this on me, as if I’m some kind of villain in your story.”
He shook his head slowly, his expression darkening. “So you included me in that sick, twisted revenge of yours,” he said coldly. “You slipped aphrodisiac drugs into my drink that night. How you managed to do it, I still don’t know. And then you recorded us having sex and sent the videos to my wife.”
“You know I can charge you for assault, right?” he continued calmly. “Because what happened that night was non‑consensual.”
I blinked hard, my heart pounding violently in my chest. Before I could even respond, he cut in again, his voice firm and unyielding.
“Like I said earlier, you will pay for every single damage you have done,” he said. “I won’t waste your time, and I don’t intend to go back and forth with you. I’m here with my demands, and I want you to read it very carefully.”
He reached down beside his chair, picked up a sleek suitcase, and placed it on my desk. He opened it, pulled out a neatly arranged file, and slid it toward me.
“There,” he said flatly. “That’s a contract. I want you to go through it properly, very carefully. Everything written in there outlines my demands.”
My gaze dropped to the file, my chest tightening as a terrible feeling settled deep in my stomach.
I stared at him for a long moment before reaching for the contract. My fingers felt stiff as I opened it, my eyes scanning the pages. With every line I read, my chest tightened, disbelief quickly turning into anger. By the time I reached the end, my hands were shaking.
I looked up at him, my eyes blazing. “You are fucking crazy,” I said, my voice sharp and trembling with rage. “Completely out of your mind if you think I’m going to do any of this.”
Before he could respond, I stood up, grabbed the contract, and ripped it into shreds, the sound of tearing paper filling the room. I let the pieces fall to the floor between us.
He didn’t even flinch. Instead, he smirked, slow and arrogant. “You are going to marry me,” he said calmly. “You are going to fuck me the way you did that night five years ago. And since you are the reason I lost my marriage, you will make a perfect replacement.”
What kind of twisted fate was this? In one single day, two brothers were standing over me, trying to force me into their lives with threats and manipulation. This couldn’t be real, this couldn’t be my life.
“God,” I whispered internally, panic clawing at my chest. This cannot be my reality.
I lifted my chin and met his eyes, refusing to let him see my fear. “Or what?” I said, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. “Do your worst. I’m not afraid of you.”
It was a lie. Inside, I was shaking. I knew exactly how much power he had, enough to destroy everything my parents and I had spent years building. And that knowledge sat heavy in my chest, even as I forced myself to stand my ground.
“Well then,” he said coldly, his voice low and deliberate, “watch your little empire crumble. I will turn you into a pauper. Everything you own, everything you have built, will be taken from you.”
He leaned forward slightly, his eyes dark with intent. “Right now, I have potential business associates, very powerful ones. They will only work with me if I appear stable. Those are deals I cannot afford to lose. And that’s where you come in as my wife.”
My stomach dropped. “My revenge,” he continued calmly, almost casually, “is taking away your freedom and tying it to me. For life or until I get tired of you.”
He reached into his briefcase again and pulled out another set of documents, sliding them across the desk toward me with slow precision. “A word is enough for the wise,” he said. “Don’t tempt me. Don’t test my patience.”
I stared at the papers, my heart pounding violently in my chest.
“You have from now until next weekend,” he went on, standing up, “to sign those documents and move in with me. If I don’t get my ‘yes’ by then, you will start feeling my impact, first in your business.”
He straightened his jacket and gave me one last look, sharp and unfeeling. “Ask around,” he added coldly. “When I fuck people up, they don’t survive it.”
And with that, he turned and walked out of my office, leaving the room suffocatingly silent.
Author's note: Who wants one of these brothers😢, I don't advice you pick Declan but if you pick Maxwell, then where is my male lead😭, they should leave my baby alone😭.
But who is she going to pick, Maxwell or Declan🤔🤔