Semua Bab Sierra Morgan: The Don’s Bride: Bab 111 - Bab 120

The weight of the gun in her hand felt strangely comforting, a familiar presence in the chaos that had become her life. She stood on the balcony overlooking the Rinaldi estate, the city lights twinkling like distant stars, a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within her.The discovery of her pregnancy, the revelation that someone had deliberately sabotaged her birth control, had thrown her world into disarray. But amidst the fear and paranoia, a new emotion had begun to blossom, an emotion she had tried to suppress, to deny, but could no longer ignore: love.She loved Dominic.The realization hit her with the force of a tidal wave, washing away the doubts and reservations that had plagued her for so long. She loved his strength, his loyalty, his fierce protectiveness of those he cared about. She loved his quiet moments of vulnerability, the glimpses of the man beneath the hardened exterior. And she loved the way he looked at her, the way he made her feel safe, even in the midst of d

The sterile scent of the hospital room hung heavy in the air, a constant reminder of the precarious situation. Dominic sat vigil by Charlotte's bedside, his face etched with worry. She was sleeping fitfully, hooked up to monitors, the rhythmic beeping a constant counterpoint to the anxieties swirling in his mind.Sierra watched him from the doorway, her heart aching. She knew she had to tell him the truth about Charlotte, but the timing always seemed wrong. Every time she tried, something would happen – a crisis, an interruption, or Charlotte's expertly timed displays of vulnerability.Enzo materialized beside her, his expression grim. "Don Dominic," he murmured, his voice low, "I need to speak with you. It's urgent."Dominic looked up, his brow furrowed. "What is it, Enzo? Can't it wait? Charlotte needs me.""No, Don Dominic," Enzo insisted, his voice firm. "It can't wait. It concerns Charlotte."Dominic's eyes narrowed. He glanced at Charlotte, then back at Enzo, a flicker of suspic

The sirens wailed, a mournful cry echoing through the ravaged Rinaldi estate. The immediate threat had been neutralized, the Morgan attackers lying lifeless amidst the opulent ruins. But the air remained thick with tension, the weight of betrayal pressing down on everyone. Dominic, his face a thundercloud, oversaw the cleanup, barking orders with a controlled fury that sent shivers down the spines of even his most loyal men.He needed to find Charlotte.He stalked through the grounds, his eyes scanning the shadows, his hand never straying far from the gun holstered at his hip. He had to face her, to understand how she could have sunk so low, how she could have so callously endangered the people he loved.Suddenly, a shout pierced the air. "Don Dominic! We've found her!"Dominic's heart leaped into his throat. He followed the sound of the voice, his pace quickening, his anticipation building with each step.He found her near the back gate, attempting to slip away unnoticed. She was dis

The gates of the Rinaldi estate loomed, iron teeth barring Sergio from the world he once considered his own. Disgraced, stripped of his power and banished from the family he’d betrayed, he stood on the precipice of an uncertain future. His wives, their faces etched with a mixture of fear and resentment, huddled behind him, their once-lavish wardrobes now appearing gaudy and out of place against the bleak landscape.He spat on the ground, a gesture of defiance that felt pathetically inadequate against the crushing weight of his downfall. "This isn't over," he muttered, his voice laced with venom. "Dominic may think he's won, but I'll be back. I'll reclaim what's rightfully mine. The Donship will be mine again."Isabella, his most ambitious wife, stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous spark. "How, Sergio? You have nothing. No power, no resources, no allies.""I have my wits," Sergio sneered, his hand clenching into a fist. "And I have a few… loose ends to tie up. Dominic th

The moon cast long, skeletal shadows across the manicured lawns of the Rinaldi estate, mirroring the disquiet that gnawed at Sierra's soul. The recent peace, the tentative steps towards normalcy, felt like a fragile illusion, threatening to shatter at any moment. She stood on the balcony of her room, the cool night air doing little to quell the feverish turmoil within her.She had tried to bury it, to ignore the insidious whispers of her conscience, but the guilt was relentless, a constant companion that haunted her waking hours and invaded her dreams. The truth was a festering wound, and she knew she could no longer keep it hidden.Dominic found her there, his presence a silent question in the darkness. He leaned against the railing beside her, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon."You're quiet tonight," he observed, his voice low and gentle. "Something on your mind?"Sierra flinched, her heart pounding in her chest. This was it. The moment of truth. She took a deep breath, steelin