Roman's Bentley glided through the iron gates of the Sinclair estate, its tires crunching softly on the gravel drive. Leo moved swiftly to open the door, and Roman emerged with quiet, commanding presence. His footsteps echoed purposefully across the marble entrance as he entered the ancestral mansion.
The moment he stepped into the grand hall, all conversation died. Dozens of eyes tracked his movement—family elders, some distant relatives, his siblings—all watching with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. The atmosphere was thick with tension, whispers dying on lips as he passed.
Roman walked with unhurried confidence toward the front of the room, taking his customary seat near Alexander. As he settled into the ornate chair, he found himself face-to-face with Marcus, who sat directly op
