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y my father's executive board and a handful of relatives who were looking at me like vultures waiting for a final breath. Today was the day John Sinclair's will would

the grave, was a man who

roup, alongside the management rights to the Chicago Mustangs, shall pass directly to my son, Garrick Sinclair. However, this transfer is stric

l over the room. Then

le scoffed. "Garri

the quiet arrangements he had made behind the scenes-it all clicked into place. He hadn't just known about my sudden mar

er to ensure you embrace the weight of family responsibility. Should this marr

her's legacy, and the team I had bled for would be ripped from my hands. I couldn't just walk aw

bell chimed overhead, and the humid air, thick with the scent of eucalyptus and damp earth, immedia

soil. When she looked up and saw me, her expression instantly shifted from peaceful to guarded. She was

er exactly what had just happ

clatter. "You're just telling me this now?" she demanded, her voice trembling with a mix of disbeli

ather was just trying to manage a PR crisis. I had no idea h

stance herself from the madness of my world. We were

a respectful distance. "Just temporarily. Until the estate is fully settled

ation. "I am not one of your corporate assets, Garrick

for a better payout. She was furious because her autonomy had been stripped away. For the first time, I realized the depth of my mis

g. "Then you respect me. No more throwing money

n ears. "I will protect you from the board. I will protect you from

nounce the marriage so you get your team," she finally said, layi

ant armor I usually wore. "And Cecelia... I'm

instant forgiveness, but she gave a sin

flurry of notifications lit up the screen. The Sinclair media mac

at the break

ptain Garrick Sincl

of Chicago was tethered to a woman with absolutely no ties to our elite