The Sinclair Protocol – My Delivery Girl is a Private Military Queen
By Lea von Löwenstein
Chapter 19: Empire´s Fall
Part 1: Darkness Rising
The grand ballroom plunged into perfect darkness, crystal chandeliers dying like snuffed stars above London’s gathered elite. The police commander’s words cut short as shadows claimed victory’s celebration.
“Dad?” Liv’s burning ice voice carried unfamiliar vulnerability. “This seems a bit dramatic-“
“Not my orchestration, darling,” Raj’s aristocratic tone held dangerous tension. “Something’s wrong.”
Sebastian’s presence shifted closer while security’s earpieces crackled with urgent whispers. Handcuffs clinked through darkness as their prisoners shifted with silk-wrapped satisfaction.
“Power grids,” Marcus’s voice floated from the shadows. “Show such fascinating vulnerabilities when properly motivated.”
“Your perfect trap,” Sophia’s words carried hidden triumph. “Might have unexpected players, Olivia.”
“Someone made a move,” Robert Montgomery’s tone promised destruction. “The great Sinclair dynasty face unexpected chaos.”
Liv’s burning ice never wavered as she processed their opponents’ carefully crafted counter-strike.
Unease rippled through the darkened ballroom like a living entity.
The gathered elite’s whispers turned sharp with rising panic while security’s movements carried lethal tension.
“The emergency systems,” Liv’s burning ice voice remained controlled despite unfamiliar vulnerability. “Should have activated immediately.”
“Someone’s taken control,” Sebastian’s aristocratic tone promised destruction as he positioned himself between threats and his fiancée. “The building’s entire grid…”
“Such fascinating preparation,” Marcus’s words floated through perfect darkness. “Your security protocols show rather specific weaknesses.”
Handcuffs clinked softly as their prisoners shifted.
Each sound carrying silk-wrapped satisfaction while London’s power players processed their growing danger.
“Drake’s reach,” Robert Montgomery’s voice held dangerous triumph. “Extends far beyond your careful calculations, Olivia.”
“Viktor Petrov,” Liv’s burning ice voice cut through darkness with lethal precision. “Drake was never more than a convenient distraction.”
The gathered elite’s whispers turned sharp at the Russian oligarch’s name. Security’s movements carried new urgency while Robert Montgomery’s breathing hitched in perfect darkness.
“Impossible,” Robert’s tone held desperate denial. “Petrov’s operation-“
“Shows fascinating reach,” Liv’s words promised hidden knowledge. “Your particular dealings with his Singapore shell companies proved rather… illuminating.”
Sebastian’s aristocratic presence shifted closer while Raj’s careful breathing revealed dangerous calculation.
“The real puppet master,” James Sterling’s voice carried silk-wrapped fear. “All this time…”
The massive screen blazed to life, bathing the ballroom in cold light. Viktor Petrov’s aristocratic features dominated the display, his five lieutenants arranged behind him like perfectly positioned chess pieces.
“All this time… I prepared this final trap against all my enemies. Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen,” Petrov’s voice carried pure silk through state-of-the-art speakers. “Your particular talent for chaos is most entertaining, Olivia.”
Liv’s burning ice never wavered as she faced the Russian oligarch’s digital presence.
Sebastian’s protective stance shifted while Raj’s features showed dangerous calculation.
“The Singapore shell companies,” Liv’s tone held lethal precision. “Your rather specific interest in Drake’s operation…”
“A simple distraction,” Petrov’s words promised hidden power. “Though watching London’s elite dance to our carefully crafted tune proved rather… satisfying.”
Marcus and Robert’s handcuffed forms froze as they processed exactly whose game they’d been playing.
“Such delicate manipulations,” Petrov’s aristocratic voice carried pure satisfaction through the speakers. “A whispered suggestion here, a financial pressure there…”
Liv’s burning ice remained perfectly controlled as the Russian oligarch detailed his web.
“Morris’s particular weakness,” Petrov’s features showed dangerous amusement. “Made arranging the merger rather… simple. His desperation to please Marcus proved most useful.”
“The Singapore losses,” Robert Montgomery’s tone held dawning horror. “Your shell companies-“
“Forced your particular need for the Sandex investment,” Petrov’s words promised hidden power. “While Drake’s operation provided perfect cover for our more… interesting activities.”
“Every step,” Marcus’s voice cracked as realization dawned. “The merger, the investment strategy-“
“Carefully orchestrated,” Petrov’s five lieutenants shifted with lethal precision behind him. “Though watching you believe in your own brilliance proved rather entertaining.”
“What do you want, Viktor?” Liv’s burning ice voice carried lethal precision. “Beyond orchestrating London’s financial chaos.”
Petrov’s aristocratic features showed dangerous amusement on the massive screen, his five lieutenants shifting with calculated purpose behind him.
“The Sinclair-Blackwood alliance,” his tone held silk-wrapped power. “The whole financial elite of London in one room… Including Raj Sinclair.”
Sebastian’s stance shifted while Raj’s breathing carried careful calculation.
The gathered elite processed this new revelation with sharp whispers.
“Your merger trap proved most useful,” Petrov’s words promised hidden strategy. “And now… it is time for you all to die.”
Part 2: Deadly Game
“The building’s security,” Petrov’s aristocratic voice carried dangerous satisfaction through the speakers. “Proved rather… accessible. Much like your electronic defense systems.”
Liv’s burning ice remained perfectly controlled as his lieutenants shifted with lethal purpose.
The gathered elite’s whispers turned sharp with rising panic.
“My men secured every exit,” Petrov’s features showed pure calculation. “While others arranged our particular insurance policy. Fascinating how much explosive material modern buildings can conceal.”
Sebastian’s protective stance tightened while Raj’s breathing carried careful strategy.
The police commander’s features showed professional concern as his officers processed this new threat.
“The detonators,” Petrov’s tone held silk-wrapped power. “Respond to this simple button. And then I will seize all assets of Londons top one percents elite.”
“Your price?” Liv’s words promised hidden strength despite the stakes.
“There is no price. I get rid of all my competition and enemies,” Petrov’s five lieutenants smiled with dangerous synchronicity. “You simply die and I will have all your assets.”
Liv’s burning ice remained controlled as understanding dawned. The gathered elite’s whispers turned sharp with rising terror.
“London’s financial elite,” Petrov’s features showed lethal satisfaction. “All conveniently gathered for tonight’s merger. Your combined assets transfer rather smoothly after tragic accidents.”
Sebastian’s protective stance tightened while Raj’s breathing carried careful strategy.
The police commander’s features showed professional concern as his officers processed this death trap.
“The explosives,” Petrov’s tone held dangerous triumph. “Ensure no survivors complicate our particular acquisition. The Sinclair, Blackwood, Montgomery, and Thorne fortunes… all mine with one command.”
“A rather specific massacre,” Liv’s words carried hidden strength despite the stakes.
“The perfect consolidation,” Petrov’s five lieutenants smiled with murderous intent. “And watching London’s power players realize their final moments is most… entertaining.”
Panic rippled through London’s elite as security confirmed the devastating truth. Every exit sealed, every escape route blocked with lethal precision.
“The emergency protocols,” the police commander’s voice carried professional tension. “All systems compromised.”
Liv’s burning ice remained controlled while Sebastian’s protective stance shifted.
The gathered power players’ perfectly maintained masks cracking under rising terror.
“Such delicious fear,” Petrov’s aristocratic features showed pure satisfaction on the massive screen. “Your particular realization that death approaches proves most… entertaining.”
“The service corridors,” Marcus’s handcuffed form trembled. “The kitchen access-“
“All secured,” Petrov’s lieutenants shifted with dangerous synchronicity. “Though watching you grasp at survival’s fading chances adds such fascinating depth to our evening.”
“We’re trapped,” Sophia’s sharp voice cracked while Robert Montgomery’s breathing turned desperate.
The ballroom’s gilded walls transforming into a perfect death chamber.
“Stop jabbering and just Press it Viktor,” Liv’s burning ice voice transformed into pure silk as her features showed dangerous warmth. “If you have the balls.”
Petrov’s aristocratic confidence wavered for the first time. His five lieutenants shifting with unfamiliar uncertainty as they processed her lethal smile.
“Your death wish proves-” Petrov’s tone carried careful calculation.
“Fascinating?” Liv’s words promised hidden victory. “Perhaps you just lack the courage to walk your talk.”
Sebastian’s protective stance relaxed slightly while Raj’s features showed dangerous satisfaction. The gathered elite’s panic frozen as they sensed power’s subtle shift.
Petrov presses the button all the way down. And the ballroom explodes in bright white light.
The ballroom erupted in blinding brilliance as every crystal chandelier blazed to life.
Petrov’s aristocratic features showed pure shock on the massive screen while his lieutenants shifted with dangerous uncertainty.
“Perfect timing,” Liv’s burning ice smile never wavered. “Your particular attempt at control proves rather… illuminating.”
Sebastian’s protective stance transformed into lethal satisfaction while Raj’s features showed dangerous pride. The gathered elite’s terror dissolved into dawning understanding as power’s true balance revealed itself.
“The explosives,” Petrov’s voice carried silk-wrapped panic. “My men secured-“
“Every fake device,” Liv’s words promised destruction. “While my security team arranged their own rather specific surprises.”
“Impossible,” Petrov’s five lieutenants froze as red dots appeared on their chests through the video feed. “You couldn’t have-“
“Actually,” Sebastian’s aristocratic tone held pure triumph. “Your men proved remarkably cooperative once they realized exactly whose operation they’d walked into.”
“By the way… you are at an interesting location right now,” Liv’s burning ice voice carried pure silk. “Your beautiful yacht. The Queen Elizabeth dock proves perfect for tonight’s particular demonstration. Especially now, that you are far out on the ocean.”
Petrov’s aristocratic features transformed from shock to pure horror on the massive screen.
His five lieutenants shifting with deadly realization as they processed their true situation.
“The explosives,” Liv’s tone held dangerous satisfaction. “How did you call it earlier? Ah yes. My team found your yacht’s security rather… accessible. Much like your electronic defense systems.”
Sebastian’s protective stance radiated lethal triumph while Raj’s features showed calculated pride.
The gathered elite watched power’s perfect reversal unfold.
“You wouldn’t dare-” Petrov’s words carried silk-wrapped panic.
“The detonators,” Liv’s burning ice never wavered. “Still respond to the very same button in your hand.”
Liv’s burning ice voice carried pure silk. “Actually your detonators are working perfectly. Though perhaps we should discuss the little delay, I put in the execution.”
Petrov’s aristocratic features showed dawning horror on the massive screen.
His five lieutenants’ movements turned sharp with lethal panic.
“Three,” Liv’s tone held dangerous satisfaction. “Two…”
“Impossible-” Petrov’s words cut off as his yacht’s security feeds flickered behind him.
“One,” Liv’s burning ice never wavered. “Your particular choice to press that button proves rather… final.”
The massive screen erupted in chaos as multiple detonations rocked the yacht and the picture erupted into white.
Then the Screen´s signal went lost.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Liv’s burning ice voice transformed into pure silk as she addressed London’s gathered elite. “Sinclair Security has secured the building. The exits are now accessible.”
Sebastian’s protective stance relaxed with lethal grace while Raj’s features showed calculated satisfaction. The ballroom’s tension dissolved as uniformed Sinclair operatives opened the gilded doors with perfect precision.
“Your particular panic,” Liv’s tone held dangerous warmth. “Though understandable, proves unnecessary. Tonight’s events remain under rather specific control.”
The police commander’s professional assessment showed quiet approval as Sinclair Security coordinated with his officers.
Marcus and Robert’s handcuffed forms remained frozen while Sophia’s sharp breathing carried desperation.
“The Dorchester stands secure,” Sebastian’s aristocratic words promised safety. “Though watching Petrov’s rather final exit adds a fascinating closure to our evening.”
Part 3: Dance of Love
Sebastian’s aristocratic presence commanded attention as he ascended the stage with lethal grace. His perfectly tailored suit radiating pure authority while crystal chandeliers cast dangerous shadows.
“Tonight’s entertainment,” his voice carried silk-wrapped power through the grand ballroom. “Proves rather more dramatic than our usual merger celebrations.”
Liv’s burning ice smile turned warm as she watched her fiancé position himself at the podium.
The gathered elite’s whispers shifted from panic to fascination while Sinclair Security maintained perfect control.
“Though watching London’s financial world process exactly how thoroughly the Sinclair-Blackwood alliance orchestrated this evening adds such fascinating depth to our announcement.”
“The merger proceeds,” his tone held dangerous satisfaction. “Under rather specific new terms. Your particular presence here marks the birth of quantum financial innovation.”
Marcus and Robert’s handcuffed features showed pure defeat while Sophia’s sharp nails dug deeper into her palms.
“Olivia,” Sebastian’s aristocratic voice carried pure silk. “Perhaps you and Lord Sinclair would honor us with your presence.”
Liv’s burning ice smile turned warm as she ascended the stage with lethal grace, her father’s calculated presence following with perfect timing.
The gathered elite watched London’s most powerful dynasty unite under crystal chandeliers.
“Tonight marks more than victory,” Sebastian’s tone held dangerous satisfaction. “The Sinclair-Blackwood alliance transforms.”
Sebastian’s aristocratic features shifted with dangerous grace as he turned to face Raj Sinclair.
“Lord Sinclair,” Sebastian’s voice carried pure silk. “Tonight’s rather specific victory proves most appropriate for my particular request.”
“Your daughter’s brilliance,” Sebastian’s tone held lethal precision. “Her rather fascinating ability to orchestrate both empires’ rise and enemies’ fall…”
“Perfect timing,” Raj’s features showed dangerous amusement.
“Sir… When we married before the judge, I didn´t really have the time or chance to follow the protcoll of honor. Now, I formally request Olivia’s hand,” Sebastian’s words promised hidden power. “And ask your blessing for our ceremonial marriage to come.”
Raj Sinclair’s aristocratic features softened with pure warmth as he watched his daughter’s radiant presence beside Sebastian.
“My blessing,” Raj’s voice carried silk-wrapped emotion. “Though watching my daughter’s particular happiness proves far more precious than any other victory tonight.”
“Your trust,” Sebastian’s tone held pure warmth. “Proves more valuable than anything else in this world.”
“Perfect,” Raj’s words carried hidden pride as he embraced his future son-in-law. “Watching my daughter find her perfect match and love adds such wonderful joy to tonight’s celebration.”
Sebastian’s presence shifted with perfect grace as he turned to face Liv. Crystal chandeliers cast gentle light across his features as he dropped to one knee before Olivia.
“Olivia Sinclair,” his voice carried pure silk while his eyes held dangerous devotion. “Your brilliance captured more than my attention. You conquered my heart in a never ending storm.”
Liv’s burning ice melted into pure warmth as she watched the man who matched her soul kneel before her.
“Will you grant me the honor,” his words promised forever. “Of standing beside you through every victory, every challenge, every perfect moment yet to come?”
Liv’s features showed radiant warmth while crystal chandeliers cast perfect shadows across their moment. Her burning ice completely melted into pure emotion.
“I vow to match your brilliance with unwavering devotion,” his tone held dangerous tenderness. “To stand beside you through every victory, every challenge…”
“To protect your heart,” Sebastian’s words promised forever. “With the same lethal precision you’ve shown tonight. To love you with perfect strategy and dangerous dedication.”
“Your particular ability to orchestrate both chaos and control,” his voice carried silk-wrapped certainty. “Proves exactly why my soul chose yours. Will you grant me forever, Olivia Sinclair?”
“Yes,” Liv’s voice carried pure silk as crystal tears caught chandelier light. “I will stay with you for the rest of our lifes.”
“My heart already chose yours,” her tone held dangerous emotion. “Through every victory, every challenge, every perfectly orchestrated moment.”
“Though watching you kneel before me,” her words promised forever, “adds such fascinating depth to our particular love story.”
His lips met hers with a gentle pressure at first, a tentative exploration that hinted at the depths of emotion that lay beneath. She tasted him – the hint of something subtly masculine, and a raw, untamed desire that mirrored her own.
Then, the kiss deepened, the tenderness giving way to a more urgent need, a claiming that sent shivers dancing across her skin.
She felt his hands, strong and sure, cup her face, his thumbs stroking her cheekbones as he pulled her closer, erasing the distance between them.
Her icy reserve melted away, replaced by a molten fire that burned through her veins.
The burning Ice she’s seen from so far has now converted in something hot to her touch.
Every trace of her carefully constructed mask dissolved, leaving behind only raw vulnerability and a fierce, unyielding love that she could no longer deny.
And he had found the key to open it, in just such short time, yet so strong as she was already dreaming about it for a very long time.
Now dream has come to reality and she just had to embrace and leave all her desires come to surface, a new ocean, full of life and beautiful things that were meant to be together.
She reached up, her fingers tangling in the dark silk of his hair, her body leaning into his, as if drawn by an irresistible force.
The world spun around them, a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations, but all she could see, all she could feel, was him.
Her breath hitched in her throat, a soft moan escaping her lips as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of her mouth, inviting her to surrender completely.
And she did. She surrendered to the moment, to the emotion, to the man who held her heart in the palm of his hand.
The sounds of the gala, the gasps of surprise, the whispers of speculation, faded into a distant hum.
All that mattered was their kiss, this moment, this connection, that was more real than any power, any position, any carefully orchestrated performance.
Their hearts sang out the beauty that those around where seeing so brightly. It took so little to finally be complete.
Love completed all they had made. This moment where for real. This night marked their lives for the best it could have.
No regrets only beauty where around their bodies their pure souls that from today will be a great new soul.
Every action that came out of her came out as she had thought it will, now they were two hearts merged in an infinite light.
And their souls were one and ever the kiss was more intense, no more need to fight.
Time has stopped and beauty embraced them and said them to be now one always from now on.
He broke from the lips to say those magical words that she will have in her mind for her entire existence:
“I love you,” Sebastian whispered against her lips.
The End.
