All Chapters of The Mafia's Kingpin's Arranged Bride: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Jordan’s POVSierra had just hung up the call, and I could tell her mood had shifted. The way her jaw clenched and her brows pinched together gave it all away. She was in the bathroom now, running a bath to cool off. Leila. That woman knew exactly how to get under Sierra’s skin. It wasn’t just annoying anymore; it was dangerous.Meanwhile, my laptop was lighting up like fireworks, notifications buzzing one after another. I sat there, trying to focus, but my head was still spinning from what had just gone down. Sierra and I had been wrapped up in each other—finally getting a moment to breathe, to connect—when her phone interrupted us. That damn call.I leaned forward and opened my laptop. One of the notifications caught my eye: Facebook. My heart sank as I clicked on it. And there they were—Leila’s pictures. Nude. All of them. My stomach twisted, and for a moment, I froze, staring at the screen.God help me, but I stared too long. My brain was screaming at me to shut it down, but my bo

Sierra's POV"Or else what?!"Jordan's voice yanked me awake, dragging me out of the drowsy haze that had just started to settle over me after the intense moment we’d shared. He was standing by the window, his hand gripping his phone so tightly, his knuckles were white.I barely had the chance to process what happened before his words hit me like a shockwave. The moment we’d shared before—sweet, unexpected, and intense—had been like something out of a dream. It reminded me of that first night I moved into the mansion with him. Back then, I didn’t expect things to get so complicated. I wasn’t sure if what we had could even survive through all the mess—Leila’s accusations, the media circus, Dominic’s looming presence—but tonight felt different.Everything felt real.I sat up, disoriented and slightly panicked, wondering what had just shattered that fragile peace between us."Jordan?" My voice was small, hesitant. “What is it?"He hesitated for a moment, his face a mixture of worry and a

Leila’s POVThe air in my parents' restaurant kitchen felt heavy, as though it shared my frustration. My father stood by the sink, scrubbing a pot like he was trying to erase something more than just grease. His shoulders were stiff, his jaw locked tight. It wasn’t about the dishes. It never was.My back pressed against the doorway, arms crossed like armor. I watched him through narrowed eyes, daring him to say something I could latch onto. Something I could twist. He finally turned, pointing at the stack of plates piled haphazardly next to the sink.“Dishes. Now,” he snapped, his voice carrying that hard, no-nonsense tone I knew too well.A bitter laugh bubbled up, but I swallowed it, letting the silence stretch instead. Finally, I pushed off the frame and stepped into the kitchen, the soles of my sneakers squeaking on the tile. I didn’t look at him. Not yet. My gaze zeroed in on the stack of plates like they were the problem.“Why don’t you ask Sierra to do them?” I bit out, the wor

Sierra’s POV If someone had told me I’d end up wedded to a man who walked the razor’s edge between chaos and control, I might’ve laughed in their face. But now, as I sit in the gilded cage that is my marriage to Jordan Pierce, I can’t help but think—this is exactly what hell must feel like. Jordan is hell. To me, he’s an enigma. When it’s just us, he’s everything a woman might dream of: tender, calm, and fiercely protective. But to the world, he’s a demon dressed in designer suits. A killer without remorse. Feared, despised, and untouchable—or so it seemed until now. The TV flickered in the background, the images burning into my mind like branding irons. Jordan’s face dominated the screen, and every word spoken about him felt like a stab to my chest. “Jordan Pierce, a name synonymous with power and ruthless business dealings, may finally be losing his iron grip on Crystal Bay,” the anchor announced, her voice sharp and smug. “His inability to manage his household has become e

Sierra’s POV Jordan must have slipped out when my body hit the bed because when I woke up, he was nowhere in sight. I went downstairs to fix myself a light meal. I was so caught up in Jordan’s business that I hadn’t eaten anything all day. I noticed there was a different bodyguard standing outside our bedroom and I recognized him as one of Andrew’s boys. As I turned to ask him where Andrew was, I received a text message from Jordan. "I’m taking you out on a date tonight. Look pretty for me, will you?" Love, Your husband. I quickly texted him back: “Your wish is my command, my husband.” Love, Your wife. I dropped my phone on the kitchen counter and set out to make my favourite food, pasta. Jordan and I seriously need to talk about setting up a meal structure in the house and maybe getting ourselves a chef or two. When the food was ready, I served myself some pasta and a glass of orange juice. One of the bodyguards who’s usually stationed outside walked into