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All Chapters of Sierra Morgan: The Don’s Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4
4 Chapters
Chapter One: The Morgan Family
Sierra Morgan: The Don’s Bride/Ojay Tales
"Harder! Harder!! Please go harder!!!"The clapping sound of flesh on flesh could be heard accompanying the aforementioned screams of pleasure which were coming from Sierra’s bedroom."Right there!! That's the spot, Hmm.." she moaned.She couldn’t contain her scream, as she was being bent over her reading table which had a mirror on the wall by it, and so, as her insides were getting pounded by the organ of the hot, white hunk who was standing behind and drilling her, she could only view the action from a third person perspective through the mirror. "Ohh God!!!!" She screamed a few moments later, as she arrived at the peak of the sexual activity. This yelp was followed by uncontrollable, spasmodic vibrations in her body, and for a moment, it looked as though she was having a convulsion: She went pink, the blacks of her eyes disappeared, leaving only the eerie whites, and all her veins were super visible and looking as though they would pop out of her skin, and her mouth was wide ope
Last Updated : 2025-01-20Chapter Two: A Tense Atmosphere
Sierra Morgan: The Don’s Bride/Ojay Tales
The space felt stifling. The atmosphere buzzed with tension as members of the Morgan and Rinaldi families confronted one another across the lengthy table. The shimmering chandelier overhead created broken shadows on the walls, yet nobody appeared to be aware. All attention was focused on the two individuals at the heart of the conflict: Hunter Morgan, his jaw set and fists gripped, and Dominic Rinaldi, composed and inscrutable, his fingers gently tapping on the smooth wood's edge. "You have some audacity, coming here," Hunter hissed, his tone quiet yet spiteful. The man sitting in the Morgan mansion living room—tall, lean, with the kind of ruggedly handsome face one would pay for without hesitation—was adjusting his tie and cuffs, his back straight and showing no sign of wearying.Dominic Rinaldi remained unperturbed. He reclined in his seat, fine-tuning the sleeves of his fitted suit. "I didn't come here to irritate you, Hunter. I came to express my condolences." "Condolences,"
Last Updated : 2025-01-20Chapter Three: A Marriage of Vengeance
Sierra Morgan: The Don’s Bride/Ojay Tales
The church was cold, the air humming with tension that rivaled the icy marble beneath Sierra Morgan’s heels. She stood at the altar, her hands clasped in front of her, the weight of the moment pressing on her chest like a leaden stone. The man beside her, Dominic Rinaldi, hadn’t cast a glance in her direction since the ceremony began. He remained standing straight, composed, with his hands folded behind him, his expression unreadable. The priest's voice droned repetitively, a muted sound of duty and custom, yet Sierra hardly listened. Her eyes darted toward the pews, where Hunter and Ryder sat like statues, their faces carved with silent expectations. Hunter caught her gaze, his lips curling into a faint smirk that sent a shiver down her spine. “ Sierra Morgan,” the priest's voice interrupted her reflections. “Do you accept Dominic Rinaldi as your legally married husband?” She paused, her throat constricting. "She does," Dominic replied calmly, his tone low, cutting, and filled w
Last Updated : 2025-01-20Chapter Four: The Butterfly Effect
Sierra Morgan: The Don’s Bride/Ojay Tales
Three Month Ago"Charlotte, are you even listening to me?" Arthur Morgan sat in the interior of his sleek, all-black Range Rover, dressed in a tailored suit that barely concealed the sharp edges of his temper. Beside him was his daughter, Charlotte, a 24-year-old dressed casually in a hoodie and joggers. They were on their way back to the Morgan estate after what Arthur considered a long, frustrating day. For the past fifteen minutes, Arthur had been talking—no, lecturing—Charlotte about the precarious position their family was in. But Charlotte was barely paying attention, her eyes glued to her phone, scrolling through pictures of celebrities at the latest Met Gala. "Mhmm… sure, Dad… I'm listening," she said absently, a grin spreading across her face at something on the screen. She clearly wasn’t listening at all. Arthur’s jaw tightened. “Verdammt! Give me that,” he snapped, snatching the phone from her hands in one swift motion. “Dad! That’s not fair!” Charlotte protested,
Last Updated : 2025-01-20
