LOGINSIERRAMy eyes darted toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. I needed to see a doctor or buy a pregnancy test. I needed a reality that didn't involve Alessandro's hungry eyes and confusing promises.But there were men with guns in the hallways and cameras at every gate. To Alessandro, I was a prize he had just recovered, and he wasn't about to let his "pregnant wife" wander off.“But I escaped Logan.” I reminded myself, a spark of defiance lighting up in my chest.If I could slip through the fingers of a kidnapper and the world of fire, I could get out of here. I looked at the heavy drapes and the trellis outside the window. My memories might be gone, but my instincts were screaming at me. I couldn't stay here and wait for him to "help me remember" things that might be lies. I had to get to a pharmacy, get a test, and find out if I was carrying a Mafia heir or if I was just a pawn in Alessandro’s twisted game, just like Logan. If he wanted a wife who obeyed, he should have married
SIERRAThe doors clicked shut behind the old man and Alessia, leaving a silence in the dining room. My hand remained frozen over my stomach, my fingers trembling against the silk of my dress."A baby?" I whispered, the word feeling terrifying on my tongue. "You're joking.”Alessandro leaned back, swirling a glass of deep red wine, with a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth and amusement dancing in his dark eyes. "You're really pregnant, cara mia."My pulse thrummed."But I-I don't feel anything!" I stood up and pressed my palms against my stomach even more, searching for some sign, some tether to a reality I couldn't remember. "There is no way. If I were carrying a child, I would know. You’re lying to me.""Why would I lie about an heir?" he asked smoothly, rising from his seat. He moved, stalking around the table until he was standing directly in my space."Because you're a manipulator," I snapped, trying to ignore the way my skin tingled where his shadow fell over me. "Yo
SIERRAI felt his hands on my shoulders as his thumb traced a slow circle over my collarbone. He was trying to soothe me, but the fire in my blood wouldn't be put out that easily. I pulled back just enough to look him in the eye, refusing to be swayed by the sudden, magnetic pull of his presence."A family? A business necessity," I repeated, my voice dripping with skepticism. "That’s a very convenient way to describe a woman who looks like she’s already measured me for a coffin. What business could possibly require your ex-lover to stay under the same roof as your recovering wife? And what the hell about that word ‘family’?!”Alessandro sighed and stepped back toward his desk. He picked up a heavy crystal decanter, pouring a finger of amber liquid into a glass."Her father is the head of the Palermo syndicate, my grandfather’s best friend's syndicate. She actually died but found out she was actually alive, and now that her identity is confirmed, her father’s enemies are after her.
SIERRAThe word ‘ex’ echoed in my mind, ringing like a dissonant note in a symphony. A flash of hot anger flared in my chest, momentarily dulling the stinging pain of the burns on my back. Alessandro let his ex stay in his place?I felt an instinct rise to the surface, cutting through the fog of my amnesia. I might not remember my name or my wedding day, but I knew one thing, I am the legal in this house.I straightened my spine, ignoring the protest of my healing skin, and tilted my chin up. I let a slow, razor-sharp smile spread across my face."Alessia, was it?" I asked. "Forgive me. The doctors mentioned I might have trouble remembering the... insignificant details of my life. I suppose you fell right into that category."Her smirk faltered for a second and her eyes narrowed. She hadn't expected me to strike back so quickly."Careful," she hissed, stepping closer until our robes almost touched. "Memory or no memory, you should watch your tongue. This 'castle' has very deep d
SIERRAThe smell of lavender and expensive linen was the first thing that hit me. I opened my eyes slowly and the soft morning light filtered through heavy velvet curtains.I tried to shift my weight, and a searing heat blossomed across my shoulder blades.Wait… why am I on the bed? In a bedroom? The last thing I remembered clearly was the thrumming sound of helicopter blades.But why did this room feel... mine. The crown molding, the intricate gold leaf on the vanity, the weight of the silk duvet, everything vibrated with a strange familiarity.Where’s Alessandro? Did he lock me here?I shouldn't trust him. A man with that much blood on his hands doesn't just "love" someone. He owns them. I gritted my teeth, pushing myself upright. Every movement felt like a tug-of-war with my own skin, but I managed to swing my legs over the side of the bed.I crept toward the massive mahogany door. My breath caught in my throat and my hand trembled as I reached for the knob.I expected it to b
SIERRAThe voice boomed over a megaphone from someone terrifying. It was Logan.I glanced back and saw the black SUV had breached the perimeter of the woods with its tires churning the mud. Logan stood half out of the passenger door, his face pale and contorted with a rage that looked like a mask of death. Beside him, Hans stood like a sentinel, his one arm steadying a long-range rifle against the roof of the car."Airra, don't move another step!" Logan's voice echoed across the field. "He is lying to you! He is the one who set the fire! He's taking you to a life you never wanted!"I felt Alessandro’s hand tighten on mine. "He's trying to get inside your head, Sierra! Don't listen!"I was caught in the crossfire. One man called me Sierra, the other Airra. Both promised me a life I couldn't remember. But as I looked at the helicopter, I saw a man sliding the side door open. He was dressed in tactical gear and when he saw me, he didn't point a weapon. He tapped his headset and sh







