All Chapters of The Mafia's Kingpin's Arranged Bride: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Sierra’s POVSurrounding the bed where my husband was supposed to lie were a handful of people, a crowd of strangers with faces I had never seen in my entire life. I was too dumbfounded to see that the patient on the bed was not my Jordan. Darting my gaze to the door, I saw the name Jordan boldly written on the name tag, and I knew that wasn’t there before. I shot a dangerous stare at the strange aces that were waiting for me to explain my unwanted presence in the supposed private moment.They were crowded around a patient who looked like he had been bedridden for a couple of months and was learning how to walk again. They took intermittent looks at me while talking in hushed and urgent tones, their faces a mixture of worry and fatigue. But they weren’t what shocked me to my core. It was the man on the bed. It wasn’t Jordan. I gasped, my pulse roaring in my ears. The face staring back at me was that of a stranger, someone else entirely, and I wondered how possible that was between t

Sierra’s POV“Hi, we’re here to see a patient named Jordan Pierce,” she said smoothly.The receptionist typed something into her computer and frowned. “I’m sorry, but there’s no patient by that name in our system.”My stomach dropped. “No way,” I blurted. “He was brought here this morning.”The woman shook her head. “I don’t have any record of that.”A chill ran down my spine. Amelia leaned in, speaking quietly. "Are you sure? Maybe under a different name, he was admitted?”The receptionist paused and then shook her head again. "I’m sorry. We don’t have a patient by that name here.”I stepped back, my breath short. Jordan wasn’t here. Dominic had lied, and now my husband was missing.A chill of dread passed through me, leaving me frozen in place. My pulse pounding in my ears, I shared a look with Amelia, who was already tightening beside me. Her mouth thinned; her hands balled into fists at her sides."He’s not here?" I repeated with a voice barely a whisper, but each syllable drippe

Sierra’s POVWhen I stepped outside, my heart thundered against my ribs. The cold night air did nothing to calm my nerves as I surveyed the empty entrance. A heavy sense of unease wrapped itself around me like a coat. My heart raced as I took slow, measured steps forward. The guards were gone. None of them were at their regular posts. Not at the entrance, not along the fence, not next to the compound gate.I pivoted on my heel, my stomach twisting into tight knots. This wasn’t normal. The guards were ever present, standing as if they were immovable sentinels, gazing over the house and watching it. It wasn’t just unusual but disturbing that they weren’t there now. There was something very wrong. My body shivered, and I swallowed the new lump that had just formed in my throat."Amelia!" I shouted, my voice laced with panic. Moments later, she was in the doorway, her bewildered face quickly turning into a concerned one as I stared back at her with suspicious eyes."What’s wrong?" she a

Sierra’s POVI balled my hands into fists, my nails biting into my palms as I took in Ethan’s words. My pulse throbbed in my ears, drowning out the sound of people talking at the other tables. I had known Dominic was a threat, but having it come from Ethan and knowing how much worse things had gotten made my stomach churn with dread. But running? That wasn’t an option.I leaned in, locking eyes with Ethan. "I’m not leaving through the back door like a coward. I will stay and fight for what I treasure," I emphasised, my voice almost betraying me in the process.Ethan’s expression hardened. "Sierra, this isn’t a game. Dominic isn’t playing politics anymore he’s removing threats, and at this moment, you’re the first on his list.”“What do you even mean by that, Ethan? I met Dominic at the resort a few months ago. He was there with his wife, and it didn’t seem like he could hurt a fly, let alone come for his brother’s wife after kidnapping his brother from the hospital. Make it make sens

Sierra’s POVThe room Dominic took us into was brooding with exclusivity. Leather couches covered in plush material lined the walls, and a single crystal chandelier gleamed eerily down on the marble flooring. In the centre was a glass table with a half-empty bottle of bourbon and two crystal glasses. It was all power, indulgence and secrecy in this place.Dominic came in behind us, shutting the door with a soft click. He had held that smirk since the moment he had seen each of us, and it chilled me to my core. He was not suspicious, at least not the way we had dreaded. No, this was something else. He was enjoying this. He poured himself another drink, ice clinking against the glass, and waved at the couch. “Make yourselves comfortable, ladies.”Amelia and I exchanged glances. This was it. If we hesitated now, we would give up whatever advantage we had. In one sweeping action, we all removed our costumes. Amelia first ripped off her fake nose, then stripped away her green contact le