𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧 : 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

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The nights in New York never felt dark due to the bright lights and loud noises. Yet, away from the city's chaos, in a luxurious area, stood the most beautiful and well-protected mansion, owned by the world's most feared family. Guards, clad in black suits and armed with guns, surrounded the magnificent Sinclair Mansion. Despite its intimidating exterior, the mansion exuded a calm yet powerful aura, resembling a beautiful castle from the pages of a fairy tale. While the outside of the mansion gave off a menacing vibe, the interior was quite the opposite. Inside, the mansion felt like a warm and welcoming home. Ariana Moretti Sinclair ensured that the building provided a sense of home for her family, and her husband spared no effort in fulfilling her wish.

"Is the deal finalized with Mr. Rajput?" asked a man in his late fifties, his head covered with thick black hair with slight hints of white, his deep blue eyes focused on the file in his hands. His crisp black shirt and pants struggled to conceal his muscular body. He was none other than the infamous ex-mafia boss of the American Mafia, Mr. Daniel Sinclair, also known as the father of devil.

"Yes, Dad, the deal is finalized, but I'm curious why Arthur hasn't returned yet," replied a man in his late twenties. He too was wearing a black suit, his brown hair perfectly tied into a low ponytail at the back of his neck, adding to his devilish yet handsome appearance. His light green eyes were fixed on his father. The man was Damian Sinclair, the devil's brother—an evil presence himself—and the second in command of the Mafia.

Both the father and son duo were seated on the black leather sofa in the living room, discussing the brand new deal with the Indian Prince and also pondering the reason behind the devil's delay in returning home.

"That's so unlike him. Something must have caught his eye to make him stay at a place longer than his scheduled time," Danial said, aware of his son's nature, a smirk adorning his handsome face.

"And I wonder what caught the attention of the devil himself," Damian mused, unable to contain his curiosity.

"We will know when he wants us to know," Damian remarked.

"I have told you many times that no business or Mafia talks inside my house," Danial was cut off by the sweet yet powerful voice of a lady who held power and control over the mansion and the three Sinclair men. She was the lady boss of the house, Ariana Moretti Sinclair.

Danial and Damian exchanged uneasy glances before Danial hurried to assist his wife, who was approaching the living room. He closed the distance with long strides and enveloped her small frame within his large body, placing a long kiss on her forehead, causing her anger to dissipate into the air. It was hard to believe that these three powerful and untouchable men in the world were scared of this woman.