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 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
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
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
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 POVAmelia stood just inside the door and held it half-open, fingers clenching the edge as if she was weighing whether to slam it in the guard’s face. But the man didn’t move. His eyes were dark and inscrutable as he scanned the space behind her as if he were a predator hunting for prey.My breath hitched. He was looking for me. I melted deeper into the shadows, flattening my spine against the cool tiles as though I could make myself unseeable.My pulse thundered in my ears, blocking out all sound except that too-loud silence stretched between Amelia and the guard. Then, he spoke again.“We received a report.” His voice was low, too calm, like a small storm right before it let loose. “Someone was screaming here.”Amelia gave a soft, incredulous laugh. “That is my friend,” she said smoothly. “She fell and hit her head. I was just helping her up. No need for concern.”I could hear the steady firmness in her tone, too, but I also knew Amelia well enough to detect the faint edge
Sierra’s POVA loud tap on my shoulder shook my body awake. My eyes snapped open, and before I could process where I was, panic rippled through me. My arms flailed, panting and heaving, the scream itself ripped from my throat.“Leave me alone! I don’t have the necklace! There is no key! Why are you after me?” My voice broke with fear, and I scrambled backward, flailing my arms blindly in defense.“Hey, hey! It’s me! It’s Amelia!”Her voice sliced through my hysteria like a knife, pulling me back from the trench of my fear. My thrashing slowed, and I blinked up at her, my sight blurred. Amelia knelt next to me, her face set and terrified, her hands ghosting above me as if she feared I’d shatter.My chest felt heavy, and I looked at her as if she were someone I didn’t know. The bathroom walls felt like they were closing in on me, the shiny tiles glistening under the fluorescent light. The realization crashed over me, I was not running. There weren’t any dark alleys, there weren’t any
Sierra’s POVHe took a shaky breath. “The guards, they’re not here to protect me.My blood ran cold. "What do you mean?"He opened his eyes again, piercing me with his stare. "They're here… for you."I looked at him, my mind spinning. "For me? But why?"“Because,” he said eventually, his voice growing fainter, “because you’re not who you think you are, Sierra.”I frowned, confused. "What are you talking about? Of course, I'm Sierra. I'm your wife."He shook his head slightly. "No," he whispered. "You're… you're not my wife. My wife … my real wife … died years ago.” My heart pounded in my chest. "What are you saying?" My voice trembled as I stuttered.“You’re … you’re an imposter,” he said as his eyes closed once more. “They’re here to take you … home.”"Back?" I whispered, my mind racing. "Back where?"He didn't answer. His breath shortened, and it became ragged. I moved in closer, straining to hear what he had to say.“The… the necklace,” he stammered, voice just a breath. "It's… t
Sierra’s POVMy mouth filled with the metallic tang of blood. I attempted to sit up again but this time I felt lighter, like my spirit was out of my body. Immediately, I felt my head making a weird noise, and another wave of nausea washed over me. I groaned, shutting my eyes against the whirling room. I needed to get up. I needed to find Jordan. But my body felt heavy, unyielding. I tried to call out for help, perhaps Amelia might hear me and come to my aid but it seemed like the muscles of my vocal cavity were limp.I remained on the floor, my body getting weaker by the second. The tile under my body was as cold as ice. It was as though it were the actual earth, the cold creeping up from underneath it like ice water and penetrating my skin, leeching into my bones and freezing me from the inside.Through a fog of pain and disorientation, I heard a faint knocking at the door. "Ma'am? Ma'am, are you alright?" It was one of the guards. His voice, muffled by the door, had an edge of conc
Sierra’s POVWhen I got to the entrance of the mansion, which was my home, the wrought iron gates, normally a welcoming beacon, now leered at me. Two huge figures in black tactical gear I had never seen loomed as sentinels. Their faces, hard and impenetrable, were lit by the bright glare of the porch light. Before now, I hadn’t seen such a uniform on them, let alone the fierceness of their faces coupled with the air and authority that sat boldly on their faces.There was something about how they conducted themselves. They had a kind of inflexible formality that spoke to something far more than just routine security.I began to wonder how they managed to get to my doorstep at a time like this. A twist of discomfort pulled tight in my gut. This wasn’t right. This was my house, but it felt like it wasn’t my house.I tiptoed up, pretending to be nonchalant. My heart thudded against the cage of my ribs like a bird on the prowl for exit. “Evening,” I shouted, attempting to make my tone ch
Sierra’s POVI got talking with Amelia as we drove, I wasn’t very sure if she would stop by at her house first or head straight to mine. She had been the one assisting me with picking Luca up from school.In fact, Luca now had a handful of his things in her home that he need not come over to pick anything up if he needed to crash there. I was more than grateful that I had Amelia in my life at a challenging time like this. I couldn’t thank her enough.For some reason, I decided to sit in the passenger seat as Amelia drove. From time to time, Amelia would always check up on me asking if I was okay or needed anything and I would respond that I was fine.It kept happening for close to four times till I told her to just focus on driving that I would and can take care of myself. Little did I know that I had set myself up for a lot of untold troubles.I reached into my bag and picked up my phone to call Jordan and see if he was faring well. Of course, I knew that I had just left the hospital
Author’s POVCarlos took another swirl of whiskey and tilted the glass until the amber liquid gleamed in the dim light, and then he took a slow sip. He said this with a smirk that never left his face as he looked Lorenzo up and down, glancing between amusement and contempt.“Jordan was attacked,” he said, finally, gauging Lorenzo’s reaction. Lorenzo stiffened for an instant, but he held his surprise in check. “Attacked?” he echoed.Carlos laughed and pounded his glass on the desk. “Oh, yes. Right in his hospital bed. Imagine that. The mighty Jordan, the vulnerable, the helpless, with a needle in his neck.”Lorenzo’s brows furrowed. “Somebody tried to kill him in the hospital?”Carlos nodded. “When it was all functioning, it was beautifully orchestrated, well, almost. Someone got past his guards. Slipped right into his ward.” He sighed dramatically and shook his head. “Such a shame they failed.”Lorenzo exhaled, rubbing his jaw as he registered the news. Jordan was never supposed to be
Author’s POVLorenzo faced Carlos Moretti and his face was still bruised from the battle he had escaped from. His normally crisp suit was crumpled, evidence of a rough night he had just endured. He squared his shoulders, took a sharp breath and started his report.“It was a fucking mess, boss,” he confessed, bitterness rolling heavy across his tongue. “Everything was in place but the element of surprise was on our side,” he sipped from the glass of wine in his hands and took his time to puff out a smoke before he went ahead to continue his report.“The plan was tight. But Ethan …” He said the name like it was dripping acid on his tongue. “He fought like a motherfucking animal. I mean, I didn’t see that coming…”Carlos perched behind his grand mahogany desk, the low light of the chandelier throwing menacing shadows over his sharp features. The glass of whiskey in his hand was swirling, a sign of his unblinking expression, but the small glint of disappointment that took up residence in
Jordan’s POVThe thought of being confined to a three-week bed rest brought with it some crippling effects that had me reeling over in thoughts upon thoughts. I couldn’t yet bring myself to accept the imagery that it evoked in my mind's eye.I knew how much stress that would be for Sierra, her eyes were already sunken in from staying awake for too long on end. She had refused to admit it to my face but I knew from her looks that she needed rest.Not the kind that the hospital is willing to offer me right now but the Kind that gives her liberty to wake, sleep and eat at any time she wants. I didn't want to ask about work. I remember that she planned on resuming work after we returned from the vacation but here she is sacrificing her work to keep me company and ensure that I got myself by all means. More and more thoughts kept strolling into my heart till I returned to the bed-rest issue.“Bed rest? Three weeks lying here, doing nothing at all,” I murmured grudgingly. It sounded worse