All Chapters of The Mafia's Kingpin's Arranged Bride: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Author’s POV“Yes, boss!” a worker responded, hastily calibrating the heavy machinery.Ethan nodded approvingly. And they were getting closer, but the burden of responsibility weighed heavily upon his shoulders. He thought about pulling out his phone to brief his boss, Jordan, who technically owns the site, on the day’s developments.Jordan, though, was on his first vacation in years—an unusually earned getaway after months of frenetic work. Ethan had vowed not to bother him unless he absolutely had to. While considering his options, a low rumble interrupted his thoughts.Engines roared unmistakably across the valley. Ethan tensed, squinting down the road to the site. Two headlights cut through the darkness and got closer, details blurring.“Boss,” Diego, a young and enthusiastic worker, called as he approached. “That doesn’t paint the face on the supply truck.”“It doesn’t,” Ethan said, in a grim tone. “Everyone, get back from the main site and keep your heads down. Now.”The workers

Sierra’s POVI blinked my eyes open, my body still half-asleep, and found Jordan standing at the foot of the bed, his hands tucked casually in his pockets. His visage was placid, but the shine in his eyes showed me he’d been watching me simmer for some time.“Why are you up before me?” I mumbled, my voice hoarse, stretching slowly beneath the sheets.Jordan quirked an eyebrow, his lip twitching up at one corner just barely. “Did you forget I’m an early bird?”I sat up on one elbow, staring at him, incredulous. “What? Even when we have time away together? Where are you rising to?”He shrugged, his expression playful. “Have you forgotten so soon? Today we signed up with one of the guides for a tour around the resort. It’s in about an hour.”I raced through my mind, trying to remember. Then it hit me. “Oh,” I said sheepishly, falling back onto the bed in a groan. “Right. You were kidding when you said that, right?”“Of cour

As we left the bar, I held tight to Sierra's hand. I didn't need to check behind me to know that Elara was still watching us. That gaze on my back burned like a warning I couldn't ignore. None of it sat right with me, even as my mind was already working through the pieces. It was not a coincidence that Elara and Dominic showed up here. Coincidences, the way I knew it, were not possible. Someone had been picking through my company's systems looking for information, and then a message was sent confirming our insolvency. Now, Elara was giving cryptic comments to Sierra like she somehow knew that something was going to happen. The timing was too perfect. Excusing myself, I stepped a few centimetres from the bar, pressing my phone to my ear as I heard Ethan's voice come through. His tone was even, but I heard the slight tension underneath it. That was Ethan–always cool, never letting anything get away unless it had to. But I knew him well enough to know when something was wrong. "Boss,

Sierra’s POVI didn’t want to overdo it on the subject of my suspicions about Jordan’s health, so I chose to set it aside for the time being. The weight of the situation was getting too suffocating, and I felt that the tension was towering above us, pulling us apart. But I wanted to put it out of my mind, even just for a while. I wanted to remember us before it all, the levity we shared, the connection that felt so effortless between us.Without thinking too much about it, I leaned in and kissed him passionately yet fiercely. It was an act of defiance in the face of uncertainty, a small reminder to both of us that there was still a lot of love we hadn’t dug into, despite how everything else seemed. When his arms wrapped around me, I felt like the world had disappeared, and his lips were warm and soft. It was only us, locked in that moment, where all that mattered was right now. But that moment didn’t last.I was startled as applause cut through the bubble we’d made. I withdrew sligh

Sierra’s POVThe room was filled with silence, the only sound was the sound of Jordan’s disrupted breathing as he lay still on the bed. My sadness weighed heavily on me, and I felt for the first time in a long time, absolutely helpless.I stood at his bedside, watching him intently, my feeble mind trying to put into order the considering mess in front of me. His body had been burning with fever, and his skin had been slicking with sweat, but there was something more something so much deeper than the pain of the body.I could not deny that anymore. This wasn’t just a fever. It was more than exhaustion or stress. Jordan was hiding something from me something that had grown within him but was now starting to unravel in the worst way imaginable. The longer I waited for him to say, the more dangerous it got. I had tried to be patient, to allow him the space to find his way, but now, I felt like we stood on opposite sides of a chasm that had been there all along. He wasn’t going to speak