Sierra's POV Morning came in a blur. My head throbbed as I tried to piece together everything that had happened the night before. I was still curled up on the couch in the sitting room, groggy and disoriented. A duvet was draped over me, though I didn’t remember grabbing it. Jordan must have covered me up. The memories of last night rushed back, one by one. Jordan’s cold, determined face as he tried to convince me to kill my sister—kill her—sent a fresh wave of nausea through me. The way he’d spoken, his calculated words, left no room for misunderstanding. He wasn’t bluffing. I sat up slowly, rubbing my temples. The weight of it all—Jordan’s anger, Leila’s constant meddling, and the lies swirling between us—felt suffocating. The chaos wasn’t letting up. And Leila’s claim of pregnancy… Could she really be telling the truth? My stomach churned at the thought. I had to end this. As I stumbled into the kitchen, I noticed a plate of food on the dining table. There was a small not
Leila’s POVThe air in my parents' restaurant kitchen felt heavy, as though it shared my frustration. My father stood by the sink, scrubbing a pot like he was trying to erase something more than just grease. His shoulders were stiff, his jaw locked tight. It wasn’t about the dishes. It never was.My back pressed against the doorway, arms crossed like armor. I watched him through narrowed eyes, daring him to say something I could latch onto. Something I could twist. He finally turned, pointing at the stack of plates piled haphazardly next to the sink.“Dishes. Now,” he snapped, his voice carrying that hard, no-nonsense tone I knew too well.A bitter laugh bubbled up, but I swallowed it, letting the silence stretch instead. Finally, I pushed off the frame and stepped into the kitchen, the soles of my sneakers squeaking on the tile. I didn’t look at him. Not yet. My gaze zeroed in on the stack of plates like they were the problem.“Why don’t you ask Sierra to do them?” I bit out, the wor
Leila's POVThe waiting room of the hospital was a collage of monotony. Beige walls. Worn vinyl chairs. A vending machine humming faintly in the corner. My father sat across from me, his elbows on his knees, hands clasped together like he was praying. The sight would’ve been laughable if it weren’t so unsettling. I hated the stillness, the waiting. It gave my thoughts too much room to breathe. They turned on me like feral animals, dragging me through every moment that had led here. The push. The stumble. That sound. My mother’s head against the pavement played on a loop in my mind, as loud and unforgiving as a gunshot. I glanced at my father. His eyes were fixed on the floor, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like his teeth might crack. He hadn’t said another word to me since we arrived. He didn’t need to. His silence was worse than any shouting could’ve been. I wanted to scream at him, to remind him that this wasn’t all on me. That maybe, just maybe, if he hadn’t treated me like
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. The TV flickered in the background, the images burning into my mind like branding irons. Jordan’s face dominated the screen, and every word spoken about him felt like a stab to my chest. “Jordan Pierce, a name synonymous with power and ruthless business dealings, may finally be losing his iron grip on Crystal Bay,” the anchor announced, her voice sharp and smug. “His inability to manage his household has become e
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 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
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
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 POVThe back and forth with Leila lasted for a solid thirty minutes. I looked at my wristwatch, Andrew had been gone for about an hour. Now that I had more authentic info, I knew where to start. Leila’s tracker was still on. That was a sign that Dominic hadn’t gotten to her yet. If he had, he would have broken her phone or thrown it out. When I called Andrew, he said he still had Sierra. I wondered why it was taking so much time. Andrew was a faster driver compared to Sierra. As a matter of fact, Sierra had just learned how to drive before we got married.About twenty minutes later, Leila had snapped out of it. She was in the passenger’s seat of my car with her hands tied in front of her and her seatbelt in place. If she was going to try something funny, it was going to be with her legs, and I knew she had no special training whatsoever. My phone rang about the same time. It was Andrew. Good news, I hoped.“Boss, you might want to see Sierra’s tracker. She’s turned the car
Jordan’s POVLeila was working with Dominic.I was livid. She even had to stoop to the point of dragging Jeremy into her dirty game. How could she use her father like that? I sprang forward in an attempt to hold her in place before she noticed me. My right foot hit a metal rod causing Leila to look up at me. I watched her face morph into horror, as if she had just seen a ghost.If she wasn’t careful though, she was going to be one too.Leila jumped out of the van, running away from me, scared that she had been caught. She was certainly no match for me, but I loved that she was playing the predator and his prey game. I enjoyed the thrill of having to hunt her down.When I thought I was in on her, she took a gun out of her back pocket and pointed it at me.“Bitch!” I snarled “You almost ruined my marriage. You’re going to regret lying to me and my wife.”We began to turn in circles, with Leila still pointing the gun in my face. I was getting tired of her drama already. My plan was to d
Andrew’s POVOne of the guards called me to let me know that they couldn’t find Sierra. I didn’t know how I was supposed to tell that to Jordan, but I had to. Perks of the job. Obviously, he was mad. I would be too. The next thing I did was open up Sierra’s location on my phone. She was still in Crystal Bay which was a good thing, but according to the map, she was driving out of town.My bodyguard instincts kicked in. I was trained for moments like this. If Sierra was frightened out of Crystal Bay after visiting Charlotte’s, then something wasn’t adding up. Even if they had a disagreement, it wouldn’t have been that deep.I left Leila’s at the front of her parent’s house and started driving towards Charlotte’s. If I didn’t like the woman, trust me, I wouldn’t have been so bothered. There was just something about her. She was the second person I’d met who could easily read me.To many people, I was indecipherable. I knew Sierra thought the same thing too because I never really gave he
Jordan’s POV“What do you mean by she’s gone?” I gripped my phone tightly in my hand. “The men lost her. They were right behind her, following her when she came out of Charlotte’s. They noticed some moments later that she had tricked them.” Andrew explained cautiously, knowing I was going to flip.“What the f**k do you mean by Sierra tricked them? How the f**k can one person trick several trained bodyguards?” I growled. That didn’t even make any sense.I opened my phone to see where Sierra was. Good thing she still had her phone with her. I could tell she was heading out of Crystal Bay. Where in the world was she going to?I got into my car and started following her. I was going to look for her personally. I didn’t want to hear cock and bull stories anymore. I called Andrew and told him to find out from Charlotte what must have caused Sierra to want to leave.As I passed by Charlotte’s house, I saw police men coming in and going out of her house. And it just clicked. Charlotte had be
Sierra’s POV Jordan didn’t come after me. It wasn’t as if that would have changed anything, but maybe it would have made me feel more important. I gave Andrew the stink eye as I grabbed the car keys off his hand and got into the car. I knew Jordan had his guys tailing me, otherwise, why would he allow me to leave like that? At that moment, I was thankful that I learned how to drive when papa insisted. It had been a while since I had been behind the wheel, but I was too upset to mind. Thankfully, I got to Charlotte’s in one piece. I came out of the car and headed for the front door. It was slightly ajar. “Charlotte?” I called. Andrew had dropped her off not too long ago. Did she go somewhere? After calling out to her multiple times and not getting any response, I called her phone. I could hear her phone ring. It was in her living room, but she wasn’t there. I could hear splattering, but I didn’t know where it was coming from. When I turned to climb the staircase to the bedroo
Jordan’s POV When I got the intel that some of Lorenzo’s guys were spotted leaving Crystal Bay, I knew where they were headed. My villa. I called Andrew to change routes, but his number wasn’t going. Then, I called Sierra, hoping she’d answer as well. When she did, I wasn’t surprised at the tone with which she spoke to me. I owed her an explanation, one I promised myself I’d give her as soon as this whole Lorenzo situation boiled over. I dealt with Lorenzo so bad that he wouldn’t be able to get back up for a long time. I instructed Andrew to take the ladies to my safe house. The following morning, I texted Andrew to let him know it was safe for the ladies to return. Lorenzo’s guys were still outside the villa. I had my guys keep an eye on them, in case they decided to try something funny. Lorenzo had been blowing up my phone since the day I burned down his warehouses. I wasn’t ready to deal with his drama, so I didn’t let his relentless calls bother me. I needed Sierra brought
Sierra’s POVThat explained why Andrew was nervous as hell. It was Charlotte! I felt like Albert Einstein. The first thing I got to know about Andrew was that he liked my friend! I almost giggled. The man never gave anything away. If he thought he was doing a good job at hiding it, then he was, of all of us, the most laughable. If the situation we were in wasn’t critical, I would have teased Charlotte.“You look awful,” I said to her. “Are you okay?” I probed further.“Gee, thanks, best friend.” Charlotte eyed me playfully, forcing me to laugh. Trust Charlotte to make you laugh in the middle of a war.“You haven’t answered me, lady.” I reminded her.“Nothing. I was just worried, that's all. Your bodyguard was already at my door when I heard gunshots. He dashed back into his car and the guys who were shooting at him followed suit. I watched everything happen and I started to panic.”I remember Charlotte telling me how she didn’t like violence because watching people being violent mad
Sierra’s POVJordan left me in our room, saying he had “business” to attend to. When I asked him what business he was talking about, he said something about having had enough of Lorenzo. I decided not to pry. I thought he was going to be away for a few hours, but it was getting darker and Jordan wasn’t back. Andrew wasn’t around either so Jordan had a different guard stationed outside our room. Whatever I needed, I simply had to ask him. When I asked him where Jordan was and what he was doing, he didn’t even look in my direction to acknowledge that I was, at least, saying something. I was upset, yet I was trying to be very understanding. At least, Jordan didn’t leave me stranded. He had told me earlier that he might be a while. He could have filled me in that it was going to be longer than a while though. I was getting irritable. I decided to take a moment and look back on how my day went.I had received a threat message from Lorenzo, the same man who wanted my husband dead, if I wa
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.