Jordan’s POV“Are you insane? Have you no brain in that big head of yours? My wife is literally behind you, sleeping on our bed, and you have the audacity to come in here to seduce me?” I thundered.“Whatever happens between us stays between us, Jordan. She doesn’t have to know.” Monica said, drawing the love symbol in the air.I was tired of her rubbish already. “Get out.” She started walking towards me. “Get out. Now.” I emphasized each word again, daring her to take another step towards me. From the side of my eye, I saw Sierra turn in bed. Her eyes widened as they found Monica’s. Oh, shit.“Hi, baby. Monica was just leaving.” I said to her, glaring at Monica and expecting her to do a three-sixty. The little bitch smirked instead and tried to play dirty.“Come on, Jordan. You don’t have to pretend because your ‘wife’ is here.” She air-quoted. “I know you had a good time last night. You said so yourself. You said I tasted better than —”I reached for my Glock and cocked it. I gues
Sierra’s POV“You love me?” I repeated.I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. Jordan said he loved me! He loved me! “Yes, Sierra. I do love you. As you said, this was an arranged marriage, so I didn’t have any expectations. I was hoping to see the kind of person you were first before anything. After we got married, I realized you weren’t daddy’s little pampered princess and I admired that about you. I respect you.”Jordan held my hand in his. “We got talking and I started having feelings for you. I didn’t want that, so I would step back a bit, only to return to the scene eventually. It also didn’t help that we started having complications not long after we got married; with the media, your sister, and my brother.”My stomach growled, causing Jordan to chuckle. “Let’s fill your stomach with food first.” He held me by the hand and we both went downstairs to the kitchen. After we had both eaten, Jordan led me to the living roo
Jordan’s POVAfter the conversation Sierra and I had, I decided to go and finish off some work. Since Lorenzo was out of the picture, I had to ensure all trading routes were redirected and I had to create a central route, one I could control. I pulled up my contacts and started making some calls. Crystal Bay wasn’t going to be trafficking girls anymore. Lorenzo did that shit when he had power, but not anymore.According to the data I was looking at, the mafia got about half of their income from human trafficking while the other half came from protection services, which I handled.I had people who depended on me for hard drugs, so I wasn’t going to stop supplying. As a matter of fact, I didn’t think I was ever going to stop. The drug market is so vast and profitable.For the past two years, I let Lorenzo handle drugs. I told him where he could get the good stuff. But, eventually, he got greedy and cut me off. He started pulling in deals t
Sierra’s POVJordan’s guards bowed their heads as we both entered his office. He plopped me on his chair and walked around his desk to sit by the edge.“Can somebody explain to me why my wife was under water for over three minutes, yet nobody thought to do anything about it? I ran downstairs and found you guys standing around. What if she was drowning?” Jordan directed at his guards, looking from one to the other.“I don’t want a repeat of this. My wife is my utmost priority, whether or not I’m around. She commands the same respect and attention that I do. Am I clear?” The guards nodded. “Treat her like you treat me. Respect her as you respect me. Protect her as you protect me. What happened today must never happen again.” All the guards chorused ‘Yes, boss’ prompting Jordan to point at the door. “You may return to your duty posts now.”The men filed out of the room. Andrew was going to leave too, but Jordan called him back.“Finalize the details with Gordon today. I don’t want anyth
Sierra’s POVAfter my appointment at the salon, I decided to go shopping. My plan was to distract Jordan while his meeting was still on. My hair had been straightened, so it was sleek and shiny. I loved it! I just had to find the perfect outfit to pair with it. Finding what to wear wasn’t so difficult. Jordan often told me how much he loved that I was curvy, all I needed to do was to find an outfit that would highlight all the sexiness in me. I finally settled for a pair of short, leather shorts and a black, leather bralette. To crown my outfit, I finished the look with a pair of boot heels. My makeup was simple, yet alluring. I didn’t do much, I told the makeup artist I wanted a smokey look with some red lipstick. And boy, when I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t even recognize myself.I looked drop-dead gorgeous.When I got to the club, I walked directly to the bouncers at the entrance and told them I was Mrs Pierce. They both looked at me like I had grown horns. They requested my
Sierra’s POVAmelia gave me the cue to go in. As I walked in, all the lights went off except for the one in the dancing section. It was a small space with a pole sitting right at the center. Thank god I was wearing shorts because I didn’t know how I would have danced around the pole with a skirt or a dress. I seductively walked towards the pole, swaying my hips, and walking around it for effect. I had a mask on because I wanted to see if Jordan would recognize me with the mask on. I started dancing like I saw the ladies do in the bar. I could see the men from where I was. Jordan was sitting with a man whom I figured was the Gabriel Amelia told me about earlier. Beside Gabriel was another man I didn’t know. Andrew was behind the couch on Jordan’s side. When our eyes met, he silently shook his head. I almost gasped. Andrew had caught me! He knew who I was. The silent shake of his head was probably a form of scolding. I didn’t care though. I was more concerned about whether Jordan had
Jordan’s POVI knew right from the moment she walked into the room that she was Sierra. She was my wife, how did she think I wouldn’t recognize her simply because she had a mask on?Gabriel Draven, the guy I was having the business meeting with, couldn’t stop grinning the whole time. Gabriel led a dangerous cult and they specialized in producing any kind of weapons, including bombs. Usually, we’d buy from them and my men would go pick them up, after a proper checkup. But with the way my empire was growing, I wanted us to have a renewable contract binding both businesses together.That way, we didn’t have to run out or wait for when we had a new mission before getting weapons. With a steady supply, we could build an arsenal of our own and eventually become a supplier to other empires.However, I forgot all about that when I realized that Gabriel was ogling my wife. The first thing I thought about was getting somebody else to replace Sierra, so I called Andrew and told him to get some
Sierra’s POVAs soon as Jordan shut the door, Amelia screamed excitedly, forcing me to scream as well. Her expressions were contagious!“Girl! Your husband is whipped!” She exclaimed.“I don’t think so.” “Don’t you dare pretend to be humble about it. You told the man to put you up in all his offices and he agreed. Do you know how much of Crystal Bay Jordan controls? You’re basically going to be everywhere.” “Stop exaggerating, Amelia. It’s only in his offices.” I took the dress out of her hands and started taking off Jordan’s jacket.There was no stopping Amelia. “And do you know how many people go in and out of those offices on a daily basis?”She had a point, so I stopped arguing. Amelia didn’t come with underwear, so I had to put on the dress the way it was. Thankfully, the bust area was a little padded. “What happened to your panties?” Amelia asked knowingly. When I remembered where Jordan kept them, I started coughing. “I don’t know,” I said to her and got up to leave. The dr
Sierra’s POVAmelia finally spoke, her tone gentler now. “Tomorrow, when there’s light outside, we’ll work up a plan. We’ll arrive in Jordan, but tonight we’re holding. If we act now, it’ll be irresponsible and reckless doesn’t do anybody any good.”Physically and mentally drained, I shut my eyes. Tomorrow seemed a lifetime away, but tonight, Amelia was right. We couldn’t make any more mistakes, and as I sank to the other end of the couch, the fatigue trapping me deeper and deeper into its hold, I couldn’t help but feel the gravity of the decision. Tomorrow, we’d deal with whatever lay ahead. But tonight, we were left with no alternative but to wait.****The next morning, sunlight filtered gently through the curtains and warmed the room with a soft glow. I woke suddenly, my body stiff and sore from the tension from the night before. All that had just gone down still loomed in my mind like a thick fog. But as the stillness of the morning settled into my consciousness, it became kn
Sierra’s POVI swallowed hard. “No,” I whispered, and for the first time, the weight of those words washed over me. I had no idea what I had done, who I had crossed, or what I could be carrying that would have made me a target.Amelia exhaled slowly, pressing her fingertips against the sides of her head as if she could wash away a burgeoning headache. “Well, we know one thing,” she muttered, looking at the door. “That guard did not believe me.”It sent a chill down my spine.“What?” I asked, my voice hoarse.“He was testing me,” she said, shaking her head. “Oh, the way he asked where you were, the way he hesitated before leaving, he knows something. He just didn’t have any evidence yet.”I realized this, to our surprise, with the force of a tidal wave.“He’s going to report back,” I said in hushed tones.Amelia’s jaw tightened. “Exactly.”I could hardly breathe in the room. It felt as though the walls were closing in upon me and my heart started to beat against my ribs as if a bird d
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