All Chapters of Sierra Morgan: The Don’s Bride: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The dining room of the Rinaldi mansion was alive with the clinking of glasses and the murmur of conversation. Everyone was gathered the night before the election.Dominic leaned over to Sierra, his voice soft. "You look stunning tonight, Sierra."Sierra smiled, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Thank you, Dominic. You clean up pretty well yourself."He chuckled, his eyes sparkling. "I try. It's a special night, after all."Sierra's smile faltered for a moment as she thought about the plan she was forced to set in motion. "Yes, it is."Dominic observed the difference in her expression and offered comfort by placing a reassuring hand on hers. "Hey, are you okay?"She rapidly nodded and squeezed his hand. "Yes, I just have a lot on my mind.""Well that can’t be good," he said, moving nearer. "What going on?"Sierra quickly scanned the room to ensure no one was eavesdropping. “It... the election. Tomorrow is a significant day. I guess I am feeling a bit anxious.Dominic smiled, his eyes fi

A few hours before the explosion; The black truck rumbled quietly a few blocks away from the polling station. Inside, the Clayton men were tense, their faces illuminated by the dim overhead light. Serge stood at the front, a map of the polling station spread out before him."Alright, listen up," Serge said, his voice low but commanding. "We go in, plant the explosives, and get out quick. No mistakes."One of the men, Danny, raised his hand hesitantly. "Serge, what exactly are we carrying in these bags? They feel pretty heavy."Serge’s eyes narrowed. "You questioning Ryder and Hunter’s orders, Danny?"Danny swallowed hard. "No, I just—""Good," Serge cut him off. "Because if you do, you’ll face their wrath. You don’t want that, trust me."The truck fell silent, the tension palpable. Serge took a deep breath and checked his watch. "It’s time. Move out."At the polling station, Anderson stepped out of his car, a confident smirk on his face. Vittorio was already there, surrounded by suppo

The ambiance in the Rinaldi estate was fraught, like a coiled spring about to snap. The typically joyful banquet hall had turned into a setting of heated disputes and strong emotions. The angered capos surrounded the long table in a circle after two of their fellow members were violently killed.Dominic remained composed at the head of the table, holding onto a peaceful attitude even as chaos unfolded around him. Observing the room, he observed tightly clenched fists, narrowed eyes, and raised voices. The emergence of sorrow and rage was evident and needed to be addressed to avoid worsening.Rick, recognized for his explosive demeanor, furiously slammed his fist on the table. “We cannot just sit here! We need to avenge our falling capos.!Antonio, a more level-headed capo, shook his head. "And risk more lives? We need to plan this carefully. Charging in blindly will only get us killed.""Carefully?" Rick spat, his face red with fury. "They killed Vittorio and Gio! We need to show them

People chatted and laughed in the lively atmosphere of Philadelphia City Hall's grand ballroom, with the pleasant sound of champagne glasses clinking in the luxurious space. The city's most prominent figures gathered to commemorate the beginning of the new mayor's term, a significant event arranged by the Morgan twins. The interim Mayor was Bryan Benson a man who was in leagues with Morgan’s family and as such the Rinaldi family knew the twins had gained a lot from the disaster that was the last election.Amid the shimmering crowd, Sierra glided with skillful elegance, her graceful gown cascading around her like a fluid stream. Yet, she kept watch over the room, looking for any trace of Sergio, the hired killer of the Morgans.Dominic Rinaldi, looking impressive in his custom-made suit, stood next to the bar, holding a glass of bourbon. He stared intensely at Sierra as she came closer, a grin forming on his face."Hello beautiful," he called out, his voice smooth and warm. "You look s

The ambulance sped through the urban streets, sirens blaring, lights flickering. Nathan was seated next to Isla, holding her hand firmly. She had a pale complexion and was taking shallow breaths. The bandages applied quickly by the paramedics were soaked with blood.“Nathan.” A weak and dying Isla said calling out to her lover.“Am right here, Isla.” Nathan choked with fear and desperation as he whispered, "Stay with me, please."Isla blinked her eyes open, a faint grin appearing in her mouth. “Nathan... I can’t feel my legs.”“Don’t talk, save your strength,” Nathan pleaded, his tears falling freely. “We’re almost at the hospital. You’re going to be okay.”Isla’s hand squeezed his, her grip weak. “I’m tired, Nathan. So tired.”“Medics,” Nathan yelled out to the paramedics, who were just a few inches away from him in the moving vehicle. “She’s closing her eyes, do something.”The paramedic glanced at Nathan, his expression grim. “We’re doing everything we can, sir. Just keep talking t