Sierra's POV “What was that about?” I asked Jordan as we got into the car. I slammed the door shut so he could understand my anger but he didn't feel regretful for what he did back there. “It was me claiming what rightfully belonged to me” he replied as he ignited the car. “What?” I was short of words. Did he just say that? “What do you mean by that?” “Well, it seems like all the Williams family decides to believe what the media says and not what I say so what do you expect me to do? Besides, he isn't my wife that I would have to explain things to him” “Jordan, you cannot speak to my Father like that. He is your Father-in-law” “Then let my Father-in-law learn to believe my words” he spat back. Although we were arguing, he still drove calmly and carefully. I turned from him to face the window as I didn't even know what to say to him anymore. They were both unbelievable. I shifted on my seat as I imagined what kind of a marriage I am in. One minute we are fine, the next we a
Jordan's POV Flashback “Speak to me,” I pressed the phone on my ear, “Boss, the doctor stated that Mrs. Williams would be fine. She is stable now and it wasn't a serious issue.” Harry spoke over the phone and I nodded. “That's good” I replied, “What happened to her? How did she land in the hospital?” “She was pushed by Leila while they were having an argument at the restaurant. It seems Leila is becoming more troublesome to madam's parents” That name, that particular name. It's so funny how I don't even know what she looks like or why she was causing so much trouble. What's her problem? “And do you know what they were arguing about?” I asked. “One of the employees stated that Leila and her Father were having an argument concerning Sierra. Leila thinks her father is being partial by allowing her to get married to you instead of her. She had an argument with her Father concerning this and when her mother wanted to calm her down, she pushed her Mother which led to the fall”
Sierra's POV The thought of not going to see Mother for Jordan's stupid reason kept pissing me off anytime I thought of it. I remained in the bathroom for as long as possible before I finally came out to see that he had left. Good. I dressed up and called mother also, “Hello, my dear,” “How are you doing this morning, Mother?” I asked. “I am very fine now. I'll be discharged soon.” She replied. Her voice still low, making me wonder if she was just saying that so I won't get worried. Last night, I had left without saying goodbye because of the two men that wanted to frustrate my life. Now, I want to visit my mother, Jordan is refusing. Not like I would listen to him though. “Have you eaten? What do you want to eat? I'll bring it when coming” “No, my dear, there is no need to come over. Your father is here and your sister is also. I am doing fine and I have eaten also. You should stay home with your husband.” The way she said it made me raise my brow, “Did you speak to
Jordan's POV “Andrew” I called out, pissed at how the meeting went. I knew the Willows had someone backing them up but I never expected the threat and how close the people were to the clan. “Sir,” “I need to know all about the Willows and who they communicated with before the fight” I ordered. “Yes boss” Andrew replied and opened his mouth to speak but I cut him off. “And who the hell sent the fucking box last night with my wife's hair in it?!” I yelled. The more I thought of it, the more I breathed fire. The most frustrating thing is having an enemy and not knowing who they are. “We are still on that sir” Came Andrew reply but I didn't say that to hear this response. I wanted the answer as soon as possible and to destroy whoever is involved. “I don't want to hear that, Andrew. I want to know all that needs to be known. Get back to work as soon as possible!” I yelled in anger. “Yes sir, but—-” “Get out!” “Sir, it's your wife,” he interrupted before I could chase him out
Jordan's POV I stared at Sierra for a while, watching her chest rise and fall gently as she slept peacefully on the bed. I still haven't recovered from the fright she had given me. This only made me realize how much she means to me and how much I have come to love her. Although we were home and fine now, I still couldn't stop myself from wondering what would have happened if it wasn't just a threat. They had her in their hands, they could have killed her even before I got there. It was clear that they just wanted to warn me. On her body was a letter when I took a closer look at her back at the warehouse. Although I didn't read the letter very well back there because I just wanted to get out of that place with Sierra safe and alive. I took the letter from my pocket and looked at the paper. It was stained with blood, and I wondered whose blood it was since Sierra didn't have any major wounds that would bring out so much blood. “Jordan, again I tell you, it's just a warning. You
Jordan's POV I was no longer angry, I was pained. How my wife would trust my brother and not me. How she asked if I hurt Dominic. Was I really a monster? All I did, wasn’t it for her safety? Why would she think that I am the bad guy? “Sierra, you should rest. You need your strength” I tried to be as calm as possible but instead, it came out hoarse. “Don't tell me what to do” her words were sharp, I stood up from the chair and marched out of the room. “I have locked the balcony, do not let her out of the room. Food should be brought to her, here. I am going out” I instructed the guards who nodded, “Yes sir” I walked out of the mansion with one mission in mind. How the hell did Dominic get to my wife and why didn't he call me when he noticed Sierra left the mansion. I got into my G- Wagon and ignited it, as I was driving off, I saw the two security heads and I stopped the car. I winded down the window before calling for the both of them, “We haven't had our discussion yet
Sierra’s POV If someone had told me I’d end up wedded to a man who walked the razor’s edge between chaos and control, I might’ve laughed in their face. But now, as I sit in the gilded cage that is my marriage to Jordan Pierce, I can’t help but think—this is exactly what hell must feel like. Jordan is hell. To me, he’s an enigma. When it’s just us, he’s everything a woman might dream of: tender, calm, and fiercely protective. But to the world, he’s a demon dressed in designer suits. A killer without remorse. Feared, despised, and untouchable—or so it seemed until now. I can’t believe he sent men to come and kidnap me, they even fought aggressively with Dominic. How ruthless can Jordan be? To what extent would he go to get what he wants? Finally, I found the strength to go out and tried to open the door but it was locked, “Again?!” I literally yelled before making my way to the balcony. They seem to have forgotten that there was another way out of this room. “Ahhhh!” I screa
Jordan’s POV “Who was that?” I asked Sierra as soon as she dropped her phone. She watched me carefully, probably trying to predict what I’ll do next. I refused to give in to her soft demeanor as I reacted with a cold look of my own. Patiently waiting for her to answer, I flex my arms repeatedly and fix my gaze in her direction. She muttered under her breath, an act I’m certain is an attempt to stall. I arch my eyebrow and glare at her, daring her to lie to me. “That was a news reporter, Jordan. From Sky News. He called because he wants to help clean up your mess.” She retorted, rolling her eyes. “Don’t sass me, woman. Show me the number.” I fired calmly but with a hint of annoyance. “Yeah, right! The Almighty Jordan is back. Why not channel this same energy to your rivals and to those who have been saying shit about you and our marriage!” She yelled at me while poking her pinkie finger in my chest. I would have thought that was a cute attempt at stopping me from going close t
Sierra’s POVWe walked out of the pool, water droplets trailing down our bodies as the warm breeze dried our wet skin. The sun was going down, spilling golden light all over the resort grounds. We grabbed our towels and dried ourselves off, joking briefly about who had stayed underwater for a longer period. Returning to the primary building, we passed a reception desk and the lively receptionist stopped us a few steps away.“Excuse me,” she said, beaming so brightly it rivalled the resort. She flashed a small, nicely designed card. “We’re having an event tonight, kind of a mini-auction party.” It’s quite the draw here at Villa Marina. Games, dancing, and an opportunity to bid on some rare items. You and he should absolutely see it.”I arched my right brow and looked at the card then took it from her. "An auction at a resort? And a party, too? That’s..... different,” I replied, my voice laced with curiosity.“It’s one of our signature events,” the receptionist said. “Entertainment, an
Sierra’s POVWe got out of our room and walked to the swimming pool area of the resort, where the afternoon sun bathed the landscaped gardens in gold. Blooming hibiscus flowers lined the path toward the pool, their greens and reds in stark contrast to the cerulean pool.As we moved close, my eyes fell on two couples relaxing at the poolside. Sprawled side-by-side on what appeared to be the highest-priced sunbed in the city, they looked completely at ease, partaking in what could only be termed as a sexified sunbath naked. I instinctively bit my lip, stifling the laughter bubbling in my chest, and elbowed Jordan gently. “This is… different,” I muttered with a filched grin.Jordan cocked an eyebrow, looking both amused and skeptical. “I guess they’re taking advantage of the ‘private’ part of the resort,” he said, shaking his head dryly. “Let’s just go find our own corner.”We chose a shady corner on the pool’s far side, far from the uninhibited couples. I tossed my towel over a lounge
Sierra’s POVThe journey from Crystal Bay to Villa Marina Resorts had been blissfully uneventful, still and serene compared to the turmoil that had just consumed us. This short escape from our bland reality was all that Jordan and I had ever wanted. The resort, nestled on the outskirts of town, promised peace as well, with its lush tropical gardens, twinkling infinity pools and the hypnotic thrum of waves crashing on the far-off shore. Jordan had chosen this spot for its promise of peace, and I couldn’t have agreed with his choice more.The salty air washed over us, mixed with a whiff of blooming jasmine as we turned into the driveway. A glorious and effortless hypnosis in the form of the song of the birds and the faint sound of the waves. I got out of the car and closed my eyes for a moment and took it all in. The briny ocean air felt like a salve on my frazzled nerves, tousling the strands of my hair and caressing my skin with a featherweight that made me feel liberated.Jordan le
Jordan’s POVI sat behind the heavy oak desk in my office, looking at Ethan standing in front of me, calm and collected. I knew deep down that entrusting Ethan into my right-hand man slot made sense, he was charming, well-liked by the workers, and steady under pressure. I wasn’t going to throw myself into the things I did with Andrew.This time, I had to be explicit. No burdening, no doubling up on duties. Ethan would only handle operations, making sure that the mines were functioning, and the workers were inspired. I craned back in my chair and looked into his steady gaze.“You will manage Crystal Bay's day-to-day affairs while I am away,” I replied, my voice steady but quiet. “But I want your attention only on the mines. Leave the expansion plan to me,” I warnedEthan nodded, his face implacable. “Understood, sir. I won’t let you down.”I believed him. Ethan wasn’t merely competent; he was reliable and yet a part of me couldn’t let go of that lingering doubt. Andrew had been reliab
Jordan’s POV “I am meeting with Ethan today about the replacement for Andrew,” I announced the next day to Sierra as we had our breakfast, my voice firm yet touched by a note of nervousness which I hoped she didn’t pick up. “Bless his soul,” she added almost reverently, her tone gentler as she peered out of the window. She sounded like a boom of thunder and her voice whipped my attention back to her. I felt my gaze harden, and then I turned to meet her eyes, my expression as inscrutable as the stone. She must have sensed the change in the room because she faced my glare, confusion furrowing her brow. “What are you looking at me like that for?” she asked as her brows knitted together in earnest. I did not answer right away, allowing the silence to extend between us. The gravity of what she had said hung in the air like an unwelcome guest. Did she not understand the impact her words could have? Or worse, did she know that and say them anyway? “Why?” she said again, her voice mor
Sierra’s POVI woke to the sharp, golden rays of the morning sun forcing their way through the gaps in the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I squinted against the brightness, groaning softly as I tried to shield my face with the edge of the blanket. My body felt heavy, weighed down by the lingering remnants of sleep, but something else gnawed at me. It was a subtle sense of emptiness.Turning to my side, I reached out instinctively, only to find Jordan’s space cold and vacant yet again. My hand rested there for a moment, the absence oddly palpable. With a sigh, I let my gaze drift to the nightstand. The last time this had happened, he’d left me a note, a little scrap of reassurance that he wasn’t far and that I was still on his mind. But today, there was no such note waiting for me.I bit my lip, brushing off the faint pang of disappointment. I shook my head, my hair falling messily over my face as I pushed myself upright. M
Jordan’s POVSierra nodded, squeezing my hand a little tighter. We said nothing more as we lay back in bed, the heaviness of the night sank in around us.But as I lay there, looking up at the ceiling, I couldn’t get Luca’s frightened face out of my head. So whatever healing he needed, we had to get a way to help him. I scooted over on the bed closer to Sierra, wrapping an arm around her and tucking her snugly up against me. Her warmth enveloped me, driving off the residual chill of the night. It was like she was made to be in my arms, something about the way she settled into me made me happy. Her skin was impossibly soft and was as smooth as silk, the warmth she exuded felt like home. As my fingers traced lightly across her arm, I couldn’t help but notice the fragility of it, the way it seemed to glow softly in the darkness of our room.She smelled amazing, a hint of the floral lotion she always used mixed with something uniquely hers,
Jordan’s POV“I am meeting with Ethan today about the replacement for Andrew,” I announced the next day to Sierra as we had our breakfast, my voice firm yet touched by a note of nervousness which I hoped she didn’t pick up.“Bless his soul,” she added almost reverently, her tone gentler as she peered out of the window.She sounded like a boom of thunder and her voice whipped my attention back to her. I felt my gaze harden, and then I turned to meet her eyes, my expression as inscrutable as the stone. She must have sensed the change in the room because she faced my glare, confusion furrowing her brow.“What are you looking at me like that for?” she asked as her brows knitted together in earnest.I did not answer right away, allowing the silence to extend between us. The gravity of what she had said hung in the air like an unwelcome guest. Did she not understand the impact her words could have? Or worse, did she know that and say them anyway?“Why?” she said again, her voice more empha
Jordans POV A comfortable silence settled over the room as we started clearing the table. The soft clinking of plates and the humming of the refrigerator echoed through the room. My thoughts were anything but still amidst the calm in the room. A nagging question tugged at my heart as to why Sierra hadn’t called me to tell me what was happened at the supermarket. It wasn’t in her nature to hold such a thing in. I looked at her as she stacked the plates, her actions purposeful but far off like her brain occupied a different place. Her lips compressed into a thin line, the edge switching barely seeing through the effort she was exerting to hide her feelings. “Why didn’t you call me?” I asked gently, shattering the silence. She hesitated before smiling at me, surprised. “I didn’t want to worry you,” she said, her voice low. “It wasn’t a big deal after all. The manager cross-checked the webcams and tendered an apology,” she said, her shoulders shrugging casually. I frowned and