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
Sierra’s POVDominic?“Shhh, baby. I need you to reverse calmly, and take us out of here. For your sake, Sierra, don’t try anything funny. If you ask me, this is the best time to remember everything Charlotte told you about me. So, drive. Now.” Dominic threatened.“Am I being kidnapped?” I asked“Less talk, more action.” Dominic grunted as I pulled out of the gas station. “We’re going back to Crystal Bay.” He announced.“What’s going on, Dominic? Is Jordan okay? Is anything the matter?” I inquired, worry etched in my voice. “Awww. You didn’t think about your lovely husband before disappearing on him, did you? Quit the act, it’s making me sick.” Dominic said sarcastically.I thought of running the car out of the main road, probably into the forest or something. However, what mostly happened in those cases was the driver ending up dead because they would suffer more from the impact of the accident. I didn’t want to risk it. I decided to try something different. Get Dominic to talk.“H
Sierra’s POVDominic wanted me. Dead or alive. I watched Jordan’s reaction after Dominic made such a declaration. To my surprise, he didn’t seem very pleased. He pointed at my sister, whom I hadn’t noticed, and told Dominic he was going to kill her if he didn’t let me go. Even after knowing Leila had planned to kill me, I still wasn’t comfortable hearing that Jordan would waste no time in giving up her life for mine.I looked closely at Leila, hoping to see some sign of regret. We might not have been best friends, but we had an understanding. At least, I thought we did. Like me, Leila’s hands were tied behind her back too. She was crouched low on the ground with Jordan towering over her. When she caught my eyes, she rolled hers at me and glared ferociously.“Bitch!” She said “You always ruin everything. I wish I never met you. I wish you were never a part of our family.”“I’m sorry, Leila.” I pleaded. I didn’t know what else to say. I wanted my sister back. If I had to grovel regar
Sierra’s POVIt’s been two weeks since Dominic tried to abduct me. I tried to explain everything to Jordan in the car, but he shushed me.“You don’t have to say anything, Sierra. I’m not mad at you. I only wished I had found you sooner.”I knew, however, that he deserved an explanation. I had thought about him in ways that made me ashamed. I mean, he came back for me. He chose me.But I decided to give it a rest. We both had just experienced losses. I wasn’t sure what he was thinking, but I was struggling to get over what had happened. Jordan threw himself into work and more work. I avoided answering my dad’s calls. He was probably wondering where Leila had been. My life had become almost mechanical. No matter how early I got out of bed in the morning, I never caught Jordan before he left for work. His side of the bed was either slightly warm as if I had just missed him or too cold as if he didn’t spend the night at home.In the evenings too, I tried to stay up as late as possible t
Jordan’s POVI couldn’t look Sierra in the eye. I had failed her. How could I have allowed Dominic to get to her first? Maybe I shouldn’t have shut her down all the times she tried to ask about the mafia; maybe I should have explained a few things. I couldn’t bring myself to even get angry at her for opting to leave. I didn’t give her much of a choice. She saw an out and she took, like any sane person would. You know this thing where they usually say you don’t know the value of a person until you lose them? I could relate to it.Sierra tried to explain her side of everything that happened, but I didn’t want her to. After we finally got home, I told her I wasn’t mad, and that was the truth. However, I wished I had found her sooner. In the mafia, your wife was more than a trophy to make you look good. She was living proof of your capabilities as a leader. If your wife looked miserable, your empire would be miserable. If she looked satisfied, you wouldn’t be lacking as a leader. If she
Sierra’s POVIf Jordan didn’t have my time when there was nothing major brewing, I wasn’t surprised he barely remembered he had a wife since Lorenzo threatened him to go to war. On several occasions, I had to tiptoe around the house because Jordan and his men seemed to be everywhere, planning and making arrangements, and doing this and that. Whenever I was in a good mood, I’d stop by and serve the boys drinks and maybe food, depending on what the chef left in the freezer that week. Sometimes, I refused to come downstairs.Dominic had taken away the only friend I had, so I didn’t have a life anymore. If my husband were more available, I guess things would be a lot different. Our relationship was like the weather, it was quite unpredictable.One minute, we can’t get our hands off each other. The next minute, we can’t stand each other. I don’t remember Jordan ever confessing to me that he loved me, but I did love him. I mean, my willingness to give myself to him must mean something.**
Sierra’s POVAfter scrolling on social media, I took a nap. When I woke up, I realized that Jordan and his men had taken my business elsewhere. I was left with my usual bodyguards, except Andrew. He probably left with Jordan too.I heard some noise from the kitchen and I figured the chef was probably around. He usually came in twice a week to fill the freezer up with various delicacies. I washed my face and headed to the kitchen.In the living room were various shopping bags. I opened each of them to ensure I got exactly what I ordered. I wasn’t disappointed. I picked up my card and left. I guessed correctly because the chef was around. He was making coleslaw, roasted turkey and banana pudding. I couldn’t wait for dinner. When I asked him if I could help him out, he nodded and slid the vegetables for the coleslaw towards me.He did the cooking while I did the chopping. Before I got married, I used to enjoy cooking for the family. After marriage, I didn’t pursue cooking anymore. Jorda
Sierra’s POVThe next morning, I called my dad to let him know I was coming. They still didn’t know about Leila, and frankly, there was nothing else I could do. No amount of procrastinating can lessen the hurt they’ll feel when they find out she’s gone. I went to Jordan’s study to find Monica inching towards him like she wanted the both of them to be one. Jordan was on his chair, looking into his laptop on his desk. It appeared he was describing something to Monica. I didn’t care about that though because I could see through her. She was going to use that opportunity to brush her breasts against my husband's back. I wondered if Jordan knew she was still in love with him.Meanwhile, Andrew was nowhere in sight.“Good morning, babe.” I said to Jordan, announcing my arrival. You would think that Monica would straighten up, but the sly fox retained her posture and even had the audacity to smirk at me. Jordan changed into some casual clothes during the night. I heard him come in, but I
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