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Chapter 120: Sierra's Guilt
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The flames in the fireplace crackled merrily, sending flickers of light and shadow on the walls of Dominic's study. Usually a place of strategizing and tranquil contemplation, today it almost seemed to be filled with a tangible tension. Sierra looked at Dominic; the weight of her earlier confession sat upon the atmosphere. While comforted by forgiveness, she felt the pressure of something disconcerting — the deep impression that Dominic's perception of forgiveness had layers beyond what he let on. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, eyes on the eddies created in it. He chose to remain absent verbally for a long time in order to let her absorb the weight of his wisdom and to chew on the ramifications of his acknowledgment. When he finally looked up, his gaze pierced through her own. "There's another thing you ought to know," he said slowly and methodically. Sierra's heart stuttered. "What?" she asked in little more than a whisper. "This," he said after a long sip of his drink
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The sun looked at her from the window in her bedroom, in a room painted a beautiful gold against a purple sky. A gleam in the eyes of Sierra, the sun caught the beauty for her only hours ago. She lay in bed reading her book, looking at the ceiling, remembering the day of the attack. The things she’d been told that night were like no other. She’d been betrayed, she was framed and lost. But there was a light that flickered in her darkness, below all the anger and confusion. He’d been honest, and he had taken his actions far too far, but they were because he loved me deeply and she couldn’t have had that things without him.There was a soft knock on the door that knocked and broke her dream. She looked inside, not sure if she was ready for him to come around to her. But the gentle knock of the door would not discourage him.“Come in,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.Dominic strolled in, his face twirling with anxiety and hope and holding a tray piled up with breakfast — coffee, pas
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"Harder! Harder!! Please go harder!!!"The clapping sound of flesh on flesh could be heard accompanying the aforementioned screams of pleasure which were coming from Sierra’s bedroom."Right there!! That's the spot, Hmm.." she moaned.She couldn’t contain her scream, as she was being bent over her reading table which had a mirror on the wall by it, and so, as her insides were getting pounded by the organ of the hot, white hunk who was standing behind and drilling her, she could only view the action from a third person perspective through the mirror. "Ohh God!!!!" She screamed a few moments later, as she arrived at the peak of the sexual activity. This yelp was followed by uncontrollable, spasmodic vibrations in her body, and for a moment, it looked as though she was having a convulsion: She went pink, the blacks of her eyes disappeared, leaving only the eerie whites, and all her veins were super visible and looking as though they would pop out of her skin, and her mouth was wide ope
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The space felt stifling. The atmosphere buzzed with tension as members of the Morgan and Rinaldi families confronted one another across the lengthy table. The shimmering chandelier overhead created broken shadows on the walls, yet nobody appeared to be aware. All attention was focused on the two individuals at the heart of the conflict: Hunter Morgan, his jaw set and fists gripped, and Dominic Rinaldi, composed and inscrutable, his fingers gently tapping on the smooth wood's edge. "You have some audacity, coming here," Hunter hissed, his tone quiet yet spiteful. The man sitting in the Morgan mansion living room—tall, lean, with the kind of ruggedly handsome face one would pay for without hesitation—was adjusting his tie and cuffs, his back straight and showing no sign of wearying.Dominic Rinaldi remained unperturbed. He reclined in his seat, fine-tuning the sleeves of his fitted suit. "I didn't come here to irritate you, Hunter. I came to express my condolences." "Condolences,"
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The flames in the fireplace crackled merrily, sending flickers of light and shadow on the walls of Dominic's study. Usually a place of strategizing and tranquil contemplation, today it almost seemed to be filled with a tangible tension. Sierra looked at Dominic; the weight of her earlier confession sat upon the atmosphere. While comforted by forgiveness, she felt the pressure of something disconcerting — the deep impression that Dominic's perception of forgiveness had layers beyond what he let on. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, eyes on the eddies created in it. He chose to remain absent verbally for a long time in order to let her absorb the weight of his wisdom and to chew on the ramifications of his acknowledgment. When he finally looked up, his gaze pierced through her own. "There's another thing you ought to know," he said slowly and methodically. Sierra's heart stuttered. "What?" she asked in little more than a whisper. "This," he said after a long sip of his drink
Sierra Morgan: The Don’s Bride Chapter 120: Sierra's Guilt
The moon cast long, skeletal shadows across the manicured lawns of the Rinaldi estate, mirroring the disquiet that gnawed at Sierra's soul. The recent peace, the tentative steps towards normalcy, felt like a fragile illusion, threatening to shatter at any moment. She stood on the balcony of her room, the cool night air doing little to quell the feverish turmoil within her.She had tried to bury it, to ignore the insidious whispers of her conscience, but the guilt was relentless, a constant companion that haunted her waking hours and invaded her dreams. The truth was a festering wound, and she knew she could no longer keep it hidden.Dominic found her there, his presence a silent question in the darkness. He leaned against the railing beside her, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon."You're quiet tonight," he observed, his voice low and gentle. "Something on your mind?"Sierra flinched, her heart pounding in her chest. This was it. The moment of truth. She took a deep breath, steelin
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The gates of the Rinaldi estate loomed, iron teeth barring Sergio from the world he once considered his own. Disgraced, stripped of his power and banished from the family he’d betrayed, he stood on the precipice of an uncertain future. His wives, their faces etched with a mixture of fear and resentment, huddled behind him, their once-lavish wardrobes now appearing gaudy and out of place against the bleak landscape.He spat on the ground, a gesture of defiance that felt pathetically inadequate against the crushing weight of his downfall. "This isn't over," he muttered, his voice laced with venom. "Dominic may think he's won, but I'll be back. I'll reclaim what's rightfully mine. The Donship will be mine again."Isabella, his most ambitious wife, stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous spark. "How, Sergio? You have nothing. No power, no resources, no allies.""I have my wits," Sergio sneered, his hand clenching into a fist. "And I have a few… loose ends to tie up. Dominic th
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The sterile scent of the hospital room hung heavy in the air, a constant reminder of the precarious situation. Dominic sat vigil by Charlotte's bedside, his face etched with worry. She was sleeping fitfully, hooked up to monitors, the rhythmic beeping a constant counterpoint to the anxieties swirling in his mind.Sierra watched him from the doorway, her heart aching. She knew she had to tell him the truth about Charlotte, but the timing always seemed wrong. Every time she tried, something would happen – a crisis, an interruption, or Charlotte's expertly timed displays of vulnerability.Enzo materialized beside her, his expression grim. "Don Dominic," he murmured, his voice low, "I need to speak with you. It's urgent."Dominic looked up, his brow furrowed. "What is it, Enzo? Can't it wait? Charlotte needs me.""No, Don Dominic," Enzo insisted, his voice firm. "It can't wait. It concerns Charlotte."Dominic's eyes narrowed. He glanced at Charlotte, then back at Enzo, a flicker of suspic
