All Chapters of The Mafia's Kingpin's Arranged Bride: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Sierra’s POVAmelia’s patience snapped. “Enough of this bullshit!” she snarled. “Where the hell is Jordan?”Dominic studied her for a long moment, then exhaled. “Somewhere far away. Somewhere that no one will ever find him.” He tilted his head. My legs nearly gave out. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head.Dominic smirked. “Yes.”Terror clawed at my throat. I was powerless to stop my worst nightmare unfolding before my eyes. Amelia tightened her hold on my hand, a solid grip that snapped me back to reality. “Sierra, we are leaving,” she said, her voice hard.Dominic chuckled. “That’s cute. Do you think I’m going to let you walk away?”With what little strength I had left, I stood as tall as I could manage, meeting his gaze. “I will find him,” I vowed, trembling with rage as I spoke. “I don’t care what it takes. It doesn’t matter to me who you are. I will track down Jordan, and when I do, you’re going to regret every hair on his head you’ve ever laid a hand on”.Dominic’s smirk deepene

Jordan’s POVWhen I opened my eyes, the first sensation that I registered was the heaviness of an unfamiliar room, weighted down, sterile, and cold. The lights above me pierced painfully through the white halos in front of my eyes and made my head throb like I had an ache. I attempted to move, and as soon as I did so, I felt something that blocked me, a kind of external force that froze my hands, what the hell?I blinked back to the surface, trying to get used to the blinding light surrounding me. As my mind cleared, I could feel the cold surface of metal underneath me, the harsh distinction from the warmth of the bed that I’d previously been accustomed to. I felt panic welling up inside me as I attempted to move my hands and realized that they were strapped down lightly, but firmly. I banged at them quizzically, trying the restraints, but they were tight enough to hold me. The panic gripped my chest, my breathing quickening as I suddenly realized, what the fuck was going on. Why w

Jordan’s POVI stood my ground, fully panned on the nurse, who now hesitated a few steps from me. His grip on the syringe tightened; his face was carefully blank, but I could see through to the tension in his jaw. He didn’t expect me to fight back again.“Elara,” I said, my voice low, menacing. “You have about five seconds to explain to me what the hell is going on about the key before I lose what little patience I have left.”Elara sighed, squeezing the bridge of her nose. “Jordan, trust me…”“Trust you?” I let out a bitter laugh. “You had me strapped to a goddamned bed in a place I don’t recognize, while your pet nurse tries to stick a needle in my arm and you expect me to trust you? Now you speak of some key that a syndicate wants from me?”Her face wore a blank, and she maintained eye contact with me. “I get how this looks, but you were in danger.”I scoffed. “Oh? And I take it, I’m safe now?”“In a way, yes,” she answered smoothly. “But only because you aren’t where they think yo

Author’s POVAlessandro had his hands clasped behind his back, standing with a proud and confident posture, but there was a glimmer of awareness in his harsh features. He was expecting this conversation. He knew Carlos would bring up his concerns, it was his nature. No victory was ever too quickly celebrated, and no ally was ever completely trusted.After a long silence, Carlos released a breath. “You’ve done well, Alessandro,” he eventually said with a smoothness that had an edge of something sharper.“Getting Dominic Pierce to play our little game was no small task. You managed to do it, and for that, I salute you.”Carlos leaned back in his chair, his eyes cold, and warm applause echoed through the crowded room. The gentleness of his tone was just a preface to something colder.“But…” he said, letting the single word hang in the air like a dangerous pause. “A brother betraying his own blood?” He cocked his head a little, studying Alessandro’s face. “A man of this sort is not to be

Author’s POVCarlos stared blankly for a moment, trying to process the gravity of what had been revealed. But he also knew that in a game like this, someone was always behind the curtain, calling the shots. But this new player, this enigma, was the wild card he hadn’t counted on. He looked over at the door, his brain already working out the next few things. The stakes had never been higher. The fate of his family, even the power dynamic in Crystal Bay, it all was at stake and if this new player had been behind it all, the rules of the game would have changed and Carlos needed to adapt fast, or else lose it all.He walked around the room, the quietness in the area surrounding him was murky. The unknown player stuck in his mind and gnawed at him. Who were they? Why had they decided to make their move now? Because he knew all too well that everything was about power in this world, but the ones pulling the strings, those behind the scenes could make or destroy it all.His men had been