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

Jordan's POV The phone felt like a weight in my hand as I paced my living room, each step echoing in the silence. My heart pounded hard enough to drown out the world outside. I’d been holding in my frustration for too long, and it spilled out now, fast and furious, aimed at the man on the other end of the line. “Why are you doing this to me?” I demanded, my voice sharp, raw. “You’ve taken every piece of my life and twisted it until I barely recognize myself. This isn’t journalism. This is a hit job.” Roger Fields, the media powerhouse who had turned my life into clickbait, responded with the kind of calm that only made my blood boil hotter. “Mr. Pierce, we report stories that matter to the public. That’s what we do. If the narrative isn’t flattering, maybe that’s on you, not us.” I stopped in my tracks, glaring at the floor like it was his face. “Don’t give me that ‘public interest’ garbage. This isn’t about reporting the truth, and we both know it. You’re being paid to ruin me, an

Jordan's POV Dominic’s words echoed in the room like a low hiss of venom. For a moment, I just stood there, rooted to the floor. My fists clenched at my sides, nails biting into my palms. I wanted to wipe that smug smirk off his face, to remind him of what happens when you push a man too far. But then my gaze shifted—just briefly—to Sierra lying motionless in the hospital bed. Her face was still pale, framed by her dark hair that spilled over the pillow. The machines around her beeped softly, their rhythm a haunting reminder of how fragile she was right now. My anger didn’t vanish, not by a long shot, but it twisted into something else—something more restrained. I couldn’t afford to lose control. Not here. Not with Sierra having her resting the hospital bed. Dominic leaned back in the chair, one leg casually crossed over the other, his posture oozing mockery. “You look tense, Jordan,” he said, voice dripping with fake concern. “Are you alright?” I didn’t answer. My jaw tightened, a

Sierra's POV I knew it the second Dominic’s expression shifted—smooth and calm, like a mask slipping back into place. He straightened, stepping away from me just as the door opened. A nurse poked her head in, her cheerful expression faltering slightly as her eyes darted between us. “Everything alright in here?” she asked, her voice cautious, like she could feel the tension in the room but didn’t want to acknowledge it outright. Dominic’s lips curved into a perfectly practiced smile. “Of course,” he said smoothly. “I was just keeping Sierra company.” He turned to me, his eyes sharp despite the warmth in his voice. “You need rest. I’ll let you be.” My throat tightened, but I didn’t say anything. His ability to shift into this polished, charming version of himself in an instant was chilling. The nurse’s gaze lingered on me, a flicker of concern crossing her face, but Dominic was already moving toward the door. “I’ll check on her again later,” he said to the nurse, flashing a smile th

Sierra's POV The cool night air hit me like a slap, sharp and bracing. My heart was racing so fast it felt like it might burst out of my chest, but I couldn’t let it slow me down. I needed to get as far away from the bar—and Dominic—as I possibly could. I kept my pace steady, not quite running but fast enough to create distance without drawing too much attention. Every instinct I had screamed at me to look back, to check if he was following me, but I resisted. Turning around would make it obvious that I was scared, and I couldn’t afford to give him that satisfaction. Not yet. The streetlights above cast long shadows on the pavement, and the faint buzz of distant traffic hummed in the background. The quiet felt too loud, too fragile, like something was waiting to shatter it. I took a sharp left down a side street, the narrow alleyway cutting me off from the main road. It was darker here, quieter, and the shadows stretched longer, clawing at the walls around me. My breath came ou

Sierra's POV The cold night air bit at my skin as I kept running, my shoes pounding against the pavement. My lungs burned, and my legs felt like lead, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Dominic’s men were behind me, and every second I wasted could mean the difference between escaping and being caught. I turned another corner, ducking into the shadow of a building. The world around me was eerily quiet except for the pounding of my heart in my ears. My breath came in shallow gasps, and I pressed a hand against the wall to steady myself. And then it hit me. I froze, my stomach dropping as realization struck. The bag. I had left my bag back at the diner, tucked behind the counter where I’d hidden. My heart sank as I remembered what was inside: my phone, my ID, everything that could prove who I was—and lead Dominic straight to me. For a moment, I just stood there, my mind spinning. Do I go back? Do I leave it and risk him finding it? A shout in the distance broke through my panic,