All Chapters of Sierra Morgan: The Don’s Bride: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The Rinaldi mansion bustled with activity. The aroma of antiseptics and the sound of groans filled the dense air. Marco was lying on an improvised medical table, his shirt drenched in blood.“Nurse!” Dominic barked, his voice echoing through the hall. “Get over here, now!”A middle-aged nurse hurried to Marco’s side, her hands steady despite the chaos around her. She carefully inspected Marco’s wound."This is going to hurt sir," she cautioned while getting her tools ready.Marco clenched his jaws. “Just do it.”The nurse nodded and quickly extracted the bullet from Marco's shoulder. He uttered a choked scream, his face twisted in agony."Stay still," she advised while skillfully sewing up the wound.Dominic angrily and frustratingly paced nearby, his face a storm of emotion. He muttered to himself, “Dang it. How did they know we were coming.”Vanaken approached, his face pale. “Dominic, we need to talk.”Dominic stopped pacing and faced him. “What is it?”“The capos are arguing. They

Sergio Rinaldi wore a look of betrayal and anger while gazing at Marcus Rinaldi, who was standing in the dimly lit hallway with wide eyes and a pale face.Sergio hissed, getting closer “You fool. I warned you, didn’t I? This family does not take kindly to traitors. You should have listened to me when you had the chance."Marcus stepped backward, his voice trembling. "Uncle, it's not what you think. I uhm…."Sergio's eyes narrowed. “Not what it looks like? You’ve been feeding information to the Yakuza. You’ve betrayed your own family!”Marcus’s eyes darted around, looking for an escape. “I... I had no choice. They threatened me. They would have killed me.” Marcus said as he lied desperately trying to convince his uncle.Sergio's voice was cold. “And you thought betraying us was the solution? Do you know what you’ve done?”Marcus’s face twisted with desperation. “Uncle, please. You have to help me. We can fix this. We can—”Sergio cut him off. “Fix this? There’s no fixing this. You’re d

The war room buzzed with a nervous energy, thick enough to choke on. Maps of the city, crisscrossed with red lines and marked with strategic points, covered the walls. Dominic Rinaldi, his face a mask of cold determination, stood at the head of the long table, his gaze sweeping over the assembled men."Alright," he began, his voice low and gravelly, cutting through the tension like a knife. "We end this tonight. No more shadows, no more waiting. We hit them hard, we hit them fast, and we leave no goddamn stone unturned."Enzo, his right-hand man, stepped forward, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light. "We have the locations confirmed, Don Dominic. Every safe house, every gambling den, every… everything.""Good. Luca?" Dominic turned to his brother, his expression softening slightly. "You lead the charge on the docks. Shut down their smuggling operation. Make sure nothing gets in, nothing gets out."Luca nodded, his jaw tight. "Consider it done, Dom.""And Marco?" Dominic's gaze shi

The midday sun beat down on the Rinaldi estate, casting long shadows across the manicured lawns. The air was still, heavy with the promise of a storm. Inside the mansion, the usual hum of activity was abruptly silenced by the unexpected arrival of a familiar, yet unwelcome, figure."Charlotte?" Sierra breathed, her voice barely audible. She stood frozen in the grand foyer, her eyes wide with disbelief.Charlotte Morgan stood before her, her face pale but resolute. She clutched a small leather bag in her hand, her knuckles white."Sierra," Charlotte acknowledged, her voice strained. "I need to speak with Dominic.""Dominic isn't expecting you," Sierra replied, her voice hardening. "What do you want?""It's… personal," Charlotte said, her gaze darting around the foyer. "I can't discuss it here.""Anything you have to say to Dominic, you can say in front of me," Sierra retorted, her arms crossing her chest.A flicker of defiance flashed in Charlotte's eyes. "This concerns him… and me. It

The encrypted phone vibrated in Sierra's hand, a cold, unwelcome buzz against her skin. She knew who it was before she even glanced at the screen. Hunter and Ryder. Her brothers. Her puppeteers.She hesitated, her fingers hovering over the answer button. The weight of their demands, the betrayal they expected of her, pressed down on her like a physical burden. She glanced around her bedroom, a space that had once felt like a sanctuary, now felt like a gilded cage.Taking a deep breath, she answered the call, her voice carefully neutral. "Hello?""Sierra," Hunter's voice crackled through the speaker, sharp and impatient. "It's time.""Time for what?" Sierra asked, stalling for time, her heart pounding in her chest."Don't play coy with us," Ryder's voice cut in, equally harsh. "You know exactly what we're talking about. It's time to deliver Dominic Rinaldi to us.""I told you," Sierra protested, her voice rising slightly. "I haven't found any evidence that Dominic was involved in Dad's