All Chapters of The Mafia's Kingpin's Arranged Bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Jordan's POV I've never seen a family as daring as the Willows, even with their little power, they still raise their horns like they own the city. They continue to dare me, forgetting who I am, or do they think that just because I got married they could toy with my clan? Andrew had informed me early this morning that they had sent the package to the Willows late around 3 am. I didn't care and wanted to stay some more with Sierra but his next words made me get up as quickly as possible. Within fifteen minutes, I was in my car, on my way to the warehouse that those idiots had burnt down again. For some reason, I was being calm, as I wanted to focus on Sierra and her sister, but I wasn't sure I wanted to do that anymore. As much as I wanted to use wisdom to deal with my wife's sister, I still feel the anger I have towards the Willows would be directed to her. So it was better I deal with the Willows before I focus on Leila. Getting to the warehouse, they could save only a few go

Sierra’s POV I had expected Jordan to follow right behind me, I thought as I rushed into the room, he would follow me behind but I was wrong. Like I had said, Jordan doesn’t care about me. He never wanted me, I still don’t understand why he married me. With my face on the pillow and my tears wetting the pillow, I couldn’t help but wish I hadn’t met the man I now have to call my husband. Should I divorce him? Different thought clouded my mind as I wondered if I should just end things with him or fight for my marriage. I wouldn’t deny the fact that I have come to love the man I am now married to, but if Jordan is one that cannot stay with one woman, I don’t know how I can cope. My thoughts kept going north and south when my phone began to ring, raising my face up from the pillow, I sniffed as I reached for my phone. My sour mood worsened when I saw the caller. “What do you want?” I hissed the moment I answered the call “Hi Sierra, sorry to disturb you but I have been trying to call

Sierra's POV Jordan's a bastard. A man that doesn't keep to his foolish promises. I hate his stupid gorgeous eyes when he tells me something and I become so foolish to believe him. I regret ever believing him in the first place! I didn't want him to pick up the call, I tried to make him forget that his phone was ringing but whoever was calling just kept calling. The minute he picked the call and the expression on his face changed, I knew he would be leaving again. “I'll be back soon” he promised before finally walking out. It was foolish enough to believe him. I believed him even when I had asked him where he was going and he said Business. I should have known that his ‘Soon’ meant the next day. The man not only didn't come home last night but didn't even call to tell me he won't come home. I slept late and woke up extremely early so I don't miss when he walks into this room but he didn't come in. It's 10 am and he isn't back here. I wanted him to look me in the eyes and expl

Sierra's POV I stormed into the house hoping somehow to find Jordan at home but I was wrong again. He wasn't home and ater asking around, I was told he hasn't been back. I don't know if my anger for him should turn to fear. He wasn't home last night and from the way Leila acted, he didn't come to see her. When he answered that call, I could see the expression on his face, how he immediately switch to anger before he left me. I got into the room and went into the bathroom to freshen up, I remained at the bathtub recalling what had happened at the restaurant. I was too annoyed to even see father and mother. I was too upset with Leila and everyone. Then the words one of the guards had said when I asked why they had showed up when I asked him not to. Does Jordan care that much? Is his love for me real or was he just protecting his investment which is me? Shaking the thoughts off after a while, I came out of the bathroom and was dressing up when there was a knock on the door. My hea

Leila's POV The waiting room of the hospital was a collage of monotony. Beige walls. Worn vinyl chairs. A vending machine humming faintly in the corner. My father sat across from me, his elbows on his knees, hands clasped together like he was praying. The sight would’ve been laughable if it weren’t so unsettling. I hated the stillness, the waiting. It gave my thoughts too much room to breathe. They turned on me like feral animals, dragging me through every moment that had led here. The push. The stumble. That sound. My mother’s head against the pavement played on a loop in my mind, as loud and unforgiving as a gunshot. I glanced at my father. His eyes were fixed on the floor, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like his teeth might crack. He hadn’t said another word to me since we arrived. He didn’t need to. His silence was worse than any shouting could’ve been. I wanted to scream at him, to remind him that this wasn’t all on me. That maybe, just maybe, if he hadn’t treated me like