All Chapters of The Mafia's Kingpin's Arranged Bride: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Sierra’s POVGroping in the dark, my fingers brushed against the cool and smooth surface of the kitchen wall as I looked for the light switch. I knew it should have been there, to the left side of the doorframe. With my fingertips gliding across empty air, the absence of the switch in its frame sent shivers through my spine, my heart began to race. It seemed as if it had been erased, uprooted from the place I had instinctively gone a hundred times before.The thick, acrid odour of smoke burned my nostrils, driving me to fumble more desperately. My fingers finally discovered the switch and with a click, the room was lit up.The kitchen snapped into focus, the tableau nothing like what I had expected. Slender grey wisps of smoke curled lazily from the toasting machine on the counter, where two blackened pieces of bread remained forgotten within. It was jarring the gleaming, polished countertop alongside the charred, ruined mess.I froze, my breath hitching in my throat as I struggled t

Sierra’sJordan snatched the silver-domed plate cover, lifting it from the table with exaggeration to display a perfectly arranged plate of Coq au Vin. It was a French dish that constituted of the tender pieces of chicken rested in a dark, thick wine sauce, flecked with caramelized pearl onions, mushrooms and crispy lardons. The smell was heavenly, a warm symphony of savoury and earthy notes that had my stomach growling in anticipation.“Coq au Vin,” Jordan said, tinged with pride. “Classic French comfort food. I felt like you could use something to stick to it tonight.”I looked at the dish, half impressed and half sceptical. It looked restaurant-worthy, the sort of dish that takes hours of simmering to make just right. The chicken glistened in the soft light, the sauce having clung to it in such a way that it looked as if it would melt in my mouth.“I knew you’d be tired when you came home,” Jordan said, his tone softening. “And I wanted you to unwind and have a lovely meal without

Jordan’s POV“Leave me alone! I will not go with you to get the crystals! I do not wish to be a part of you. Leave me, leave me!”The scream sliced through the quiet of the night and jolted me awake. Immediately, I sat up in bed, heart pounding, confused and frightened. I turned to look at the clock on the nightstand. The shorthand indicated two, straight up and down, while the long hand lolled on three. It’s way too early for anyone to be awake, much less yelling like that.I turned to my side, and there was Sierra, snoring away, chest rising and falling in its peaceful way. She hadn’t moved an inch since the scream, not even when Luca’s voice echoed through the house.I hesitated for a moment. Should I wake her? The thought quickly fizzled out. I didn’t want to bother her unless I had to. After all, she worked hard all through yesterday and deserved a good rest. I leaned back onto the bed, hoping Luca’s shouting was just a fluke, the remains of a bad dream. Maybe.But it was barel

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

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