Sierra's POV I knew it the second Dominic’s expression shifted—smooth and calm, like a mask slipping back into place. He straightened, stepping away from me just as the door opened. A nurse poked her head in, her cheerful expression faltering slightly as her eyes darted between us. “Everything alright in here?” she asked, her voice cautious, like she could feel the tension in the room but didn’t want to acknowledge it outright. Dominic’s lips curved into a perfectly practiced smile. “Of course,” he said smoothly. “I was just keeping Sierra company.” He turned to me, his eyes sharp despite the warmth in his voice. “You need rest. I’ll let you be.” My throat tightened, but I didn’t say anything. His ability to shift into this polished, charming version of himself in an instant was chilling. The nurse’s gaze lingered on me, a flicker of concern crossing her face, but Dominic was already moving toward the door. “I’ll check on her again later,” he said to the nurse, flashing a smile th
Sierra's POV The drive home was quiet, the kind of silence that wasn’t comfortable but wasn’t suffocating either. The nurse had insisted I was healthy enough to leave the hospital as long as I took things slow, and now Jordan sat beside me in the car, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, his jaw set like stone. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, taking in the hard line of his profile. It was a face I knew well—strong, determined—but it was laced with tension now, his emotions buried just beneath the surface. I wanted to say something, to break the quiet, but I wasn’t sure where to start. The weight of everything that had happened sat between us like a third person. “Are you okay?” he asked finally, his voice low but steady. I nodded, even though I wasn’t entirely sure it was true. “I will be,” I said softly. It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either. Still, his hand reached out, his fingers brushing against mine in a gesture that felt more like a prom
Sierra's POV The cool night air hit me like a slap, sharp and bracing. My heart was racing so fast it felt like it might burst out of my chest, but I couldn’t let it slow me down. I needed to get as far away from the bar—and Dominic—as I possibly could. I kept my pace steady, not quite running but fast enough to create distance without drawing too much attention. Every instinct I had screamed at me to look back, to check if he was following me, but I resisted. Turning around would make it obvious that I was scared, and I couldn’t afford to give him that satisfaction. Not yet. The streetlights above cast long shadows on the pavement, and the faint buzz of distant traffic hummed in the background. The quiet felt too loud, too fragile, like something was waiting to shatter it. I took a sharp left down a side street, the narrow alleyway cutting me off from the main road. It was darker here, quieter, and the shadows stretched longer, clawing at the walls around me. My breath came ou
Sierra's POV The air inside the shop felt thicker than outside, heavy with my fear and the tension crackling in the atmosphere. My breath hitched as I pressed my back harder against the wall, trying to melt into the shadows. The faint sound of Dominic’s voice outside made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. He was close. Too close. The older woman who ran the diner stood at the counter, her hands folded but her stance rigid, like she was bracing herself. Before that man had left the diner, I had told her everything —or at least enough. Enough to make her eyes narrow in sympathy and her jaw set in determination. “They’re going to come in here,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Please don’t let them find me.” Her gaze softened, but her mouth remained a tight line. “I don’t like bullies,” she said simply. “You stay right there.” I nodded, clutching the wall like it was the only thing keeping me upright. My fingers curled against the cold brick, and my heartbeat thundered i
Sierra's POV The cold night air bit at my skin as I kept running, my shoes pounding against the pavement. My lungs burned, and my legs felt like lead, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Dominic’s men were behind me, and every second I wasted could mean the difference between escaping and being caught. I turned another corner, ducking into the shadow of a building. The world around me was eerily quiet except for the pounding of my heart in my ears. My breath came in shallow gasps, and I pressed a hand against the wall to steady myself. And then it hit me. I froze, my stomach dropping as realization struck. The bag. I had left my bag back at the diner, tucked behind the counter where I’d hidden. My heart sank as I remembered what was inside: my phone, my ID, everything that could prove who I was—and lead Dominic straight to me. For a moment, I just stood there, my mind spinning. Do I go back? Do I leave it and risk him finding it? A shout in the distance broke through my panic,
Sierra's POVI stared at the message again, my chest tightening with disbelief. Leila wasn’t bluffing when she said Jordan was responsible for her pregnancy. This text—this proof—said everything.I hesitated, gripping the phone tightly in my hand. It wasn’t locked, so I had access to everything. Every unread message. Every word left in digital ink. Why would Jordan do this? He’d been denying any involvement with my sister, claiming she was lying. But here it was. The evidence of his deceit.My breath caught as I scrolled through the unread messages. One after another, Leila’s words appeared on the screen. Yet, curiously, Jordan hadn’t responded to any of them. Not once. Could he have been telling the truth? Could this all be one-sided?I couldn’t ignore the sinking feeling in my gut. No. I needed to hear it from him. Directly. Face-to-face.Jordan was sitting at the dining table, his eyes fixed on his laptop. His face was unreadable, but I knew better than to assume he was calm. Somet
Jordan’s POVSierra had just hung up the call, and I could tell her mood had shifted. The way her jaw clenched and her brows pinched together gave it all away. She was in the bathroom now, running a bath to cool off. Leila. That woman knew exactly how to get under Sierra’s skin. It wasn’t just annoying anymore; it was dangerous.Meanwhile, my laptop was lighting up like fireworks, notifications buzzing one after another. I sat there, trying to focus, but my head was still spinning from what had just gone down. Sierra and I had been wrapped up in each other—finally getting a moment to breathe, to connect—when her phone interrupted us. That damn call.I leaned forward and opened my laptop. One of the notifications caught my eye: Facebook. My heart sank as I clicked on it. And there they were—Leila’s pictures. Nude. All of them. My stomach twisted, and for a moment, I froze, staring at the screen.God help me, but I stared too long. My brain was screaming at me to shut it down, but my bo
Jordan’s POV “Shit. Not again.” Leila’s name lit up my phone screen for what felt like the millionth time today. I tossed the phone onto the couch, staring at it like it might explode. That woman didn’t know when to quit. I muttered under my breath, pacing the living room as the damn phone kept buzzing. Thirty missed calls. Thirty. Why haven’t I blocked her yet? Why haven’t I erased her completely from my life? She’s pushed every button I have, and I’ve let her keep coming back. I leaned against the wall, rubbing my temples. From the corner of my eye, I could see the bathroom door cracked open, steam drifting out. Sierra was still in the shower. Her voice floated through the crack as she hummed some pop song I didn’t recognize. How did I get here? How did I let Leila sink her claws into me this deep? It all started on the night of my wedding—the night I should’ve been wrapped up in Sierra, the happiest man alive. Instead, I’d been dragged into some bogus meeting. A meetin
Jordan’s POVI gathered my army in the underground basement. It was time to go to war and they had to be ready. I left Sierra in our room and told her to remain there until I got back. I wished I had time to explain to her, but that would have to wait. “Lorenzo has been acting like a bitch and it’s payback time. I need y’all to put your houses in order. We’re going to war,” I told themI had my tech guys give me the locations for Lorenzo’s warehouses, I planned to destroy about three of them that day. Depending on how Lorenzo reacted, I was going to destroy one warehouse every day until his business ran dry.I had another two find out the people who had been tailing Andrew earlier that day. They were going to be scapegoats for the others. I told the guards I had already stationed in different parts of the house to maintain their places. I couldn’t leave my house unaccounted for.When I got the locations, I created three groups of four people each and sent each group to each location.
Jordan’s POVI heard Sierra’s phone beep and watched her reaction as she read the text that had just come in. Before I could get a word in, she passed out. I ordered Andrew to call the family doctor and placed Sierra properly on the bed. I pushed the tray of breakfast to the other end and began to roll my sleeves. I checked her pulse and breathed a sigh when I felt it.The room was air conditioned but Sierra was starting to sweat and I was starting to worry. I opened the curtains to let in some fresh air and tilted her head back a little. I took off the headband she was wearing and proceeded to remove other similar accessories. My feelings started to go from worry to anger. Why the hell was Andrew taking this long? The family doctor was just on the opposite wing. It was no news that people who worked for the mafia family had to be kept close to the family, in case of emergencies. Like this one.Everything I was doing was working. I glanced at Sierra and saw that she was starting to
Sierra’s POV Jordan turned to look at me with glassy eyes. No words were shared between us after that. I slammed the door shut and went back to bed. I didn’t fall asleep immediately. Scratch that. I couldn’t fall asleep. For a while, I mulled over the experience Jordan shared with me and I instantly felt sorry about what I said to him. But Jordan could be so overbearing. All he had to do was say yes and station some guards around Charlotte’s house. Now, I would have to walk on eggshells around the house. When my eyes finally decided to call it a day, I quickly sent a text to Andrew, requesting that he made arrangements so Jordan could have something to eat. I might be mad, but the man was still my husband. The following morning, I heard a knock on my door. I knew it was Jordan so I didn’t bother getting out of bed. He was going to let himself in. True to my words, my husband strolled in looking more glorious than I remembered. I wasn’t gonna lie, he did clean up nice. He didn
Jordan’s POVI didn’t know what I was expecting, but I hadn’t factored a hard slap into my imaginations. “Ouch,” I said, rubbing my cheek. “A ‘welcome home’ would have been nicer, Sierra.” My poor attempt at easing the tension between us.“There’s nothing funny about any of this, Jordan. You left me in this big house all by myself for five days without a word of where you were or when you’ll be back. Do you have any idea what I’ve been through?!” Sierra charged in my direction.“I know, Sierra. I’m sorry.”“You say sorry? You’re sorry? Sorry for what exactly, Jordan? For abandoning me? For disrespecting me?” She began walking back and forth, breathing heavily, with tears lurking around her eyes. “Sierra, I—”“No, Jordan. You don’t get to do that. I won’t allow it. Don’t pull the sorry card on me. I went around, begging your bodyguard for any information he could give me on your whereabouts, and you know what he said?” She laughed hysterically, hands akimbo, she looked at me, “I’m su
Sierra’s POVAfter the weird lady left, Dominic came back and dragged me with him to the dance floor, but that was after I slid the note into my bag. I decided to let loose and have some fun. As we danced together, we had more and more drinks until Andrew came and muttered something to Dominic, spoiling the fun.For the first time ever, Dominic listened to Andrew and allowed him to lead me outside to the car with Dominic trailing behind us. After fixing my seatbelt in place, I turned to wave at Dominic. He gave me a grin and kissed me on the cheek. The following morning, I woke up with a banging headache. Thank goodness I usually sleep with a bottle of water on my bedside. All I had to do was take out some painkillers from the drawer by the bed and chug them down with a bottle of water. Realizing I still wasn't aware of the content of the note, the weird lady, or should I say Charlotte, slipped into my palm, I reached for my bag in search of it. The handwriting splayed on the note w
Sierra’s POV The day after Jordan stood me up, Dominic came over to check on me. No, he didn’t tell me he was coming, which was a classic Dominic move, but my bodyguards weren’t having it. When I got downstairs, I saw Dominic threatening to blow Andrew’s brains out if he didn’t let him into the house. It wasn’t until I signaled to Andrew that he let Dominic through. Intentionally, Dominic bumped into Andrew as he passed him and made his way towards me. “Aren’t you gentlemanly this morning?” I said sarcastically. Dominic half-smiled at me and revealed some flowers and bags he had been hiding behind him. That was when I noticed he actually came bringing gifts. I looked at him suspiciously before asking, “Are those for me?” “What do you think? Beautiful presents for a beautiful lady.” “I wonder what Jordan would think when he finds out that his brother is buying me gifts.” I eyed him playfully. “Oh, please. It’s nothing serious. I’ve come to apologize for my behaviour la
Jordan’s POV The only thing between me and the driver of the trailer was a barrier made out of glass. I couldn’t make out the number of people in the trailer, but I was sure it wouldn’t be more than two people. That is, the driver and someone else on the passenger side. The back of the trailer was consumed by darkness. No normal person would be able to move around or see anything in such pitch blackness. But I wasn’t normal. Nothing about me is normal. I’ve been trained to adapt to any situation. So, I wasn’t surprised when I got out of my car without the driver noticing. The trailer was going faster now. I reached for my gun and sighed in relief when I discovered I still had it on me. From where I was, I aimed for the driver’s head through the glass and fired as soon as I got a shot. The glass shattered into shards, such that there was nothing between us anymore. The driver died instantly, causing the man on the passenger side to start throwing fits of panic. Confused betwee
Jordan’s POV After getting the answers I needed from the Samuel guy, I knew I had to start making plans to put my brother in his place. I shot Samuel in the knee and had my men take him to the ER. You didn’t think I was going to let him go scot free, did you? He messed with my wife. Surely, Dominic gave him the guts to call her and threaten her, but he could have refused. Plus, if I was going to make a statement and prove to Crystal Bay that I hadn’t gone weak, it was best to start by teaching these street sleazy bags a lesson. “Did you get the video?” I ask Andrew “Yes, boss.” “Good,” I nodded in response. After the interrogation session with Samuel, I had Andrew record a video of the poor boy revealing who sent him to call my wife and why. I was going to take my time to destroy Dominic if he didn’t back off. I stop walking when I hear my phone beep. Sierra’s response to my text message makes me smile. That’s my girl. It’s intriguing how she doesn’t really need t
Sierra’s POV Jordan must have slipped out when my body hit the bed because when I woke up, he was nowhere in sight. I went downstairs to fix myself a light meal. I was so caught up in Jordan’s business that I hadn’t eaten anything all day. I noticed there was a different bodyguard standing outside our bedroom and I recognized him as one of Andrew’s boys. As I turned to ask him where Andrew was, I received a text message from Jordan. "I’m taking you out on a date tonight. Look pretty for me, will you?" Love, Your husband. I quickly texted him back: “Your wish is my command, my husband.” Love, Your wife. I dropped my phone on the kitchen counter and set out to make my favourite food, pasta. Jordan and I seriously need to talk about setting up a meal structure in the house and maybe getting ourselves a chef or two. When the food was ready, I served myself some pasta and a glass of orange juice. One of the bodyguards who’s usually stationed outside walked into