The Mafia's Kingpin's Arranged Bride

Sierra's POV Finally out of college, I have my life set out for me, dreams I had kept hidden within me was ready to be revealed. I do not want to be a restaurant owner like my parents, I want to have a big fashion house where the whole Crystal bay would see and be marveled of. I just have to find a way to convince mom and dad that this is what I want to do and I don’t have to take a position in one of the famous restaurant in Crystal bay Who wouldn’t want to work at Enchanted Crystal Restaurant? I know, I know but I really want to do something else, my passion. Summoning all the boldness one can summon, I finally stepped into the living room where I met father and mother seated. They both looked at me and I gave them a nervous smile. Have they been waiting for me? Did they know I’ve been outside? “Sierra, just the lady we’ve been looking for,” Mother joked and I forced out a smile again. “Yeyyy, I’ve been meaning to see you both too” I responded as I dropped my bag and sat down.

Jordan's POV "Tell everyone I’m coming." I instructed my assistant, who had called to inform me about the Chinese investors waiting for me. As I stepped out of the mansion, I noticed Sierra at the car, adjusting her dress while struggling to open the front passenger door. "What are you doing?" I demanded, seeing her wrestle with the handle. She had never been this serious as she is now. She looked up, defiant. "I'm going with you to work." I raised an eyebrow, exasperated, and shut my door, walking over to her. "This must be some kind of joke. Go inside." I ordered, my voice sharp. But she crossed her arms, lips pressed together in that stubborn look she’d mastered. “You’re not leaving me alone in that empty house, Jordan. I refuse,” Her insistence sparked something between annoyance and reluctant admiration. “The meeting I’m going to is not some corporate affair, Sierra. We’re headed underground,” I warned, my voice dropping low. But she didn’t flinch or back down. I had never

Sierra’s POV I heard wrong I thought Jordan said he loved me? No, he doesn’t. I heard wrong. I was wrong to believe everything he said last night and even believe that he ever loved his wife. How could he do this to me? I was seated in my father’s house with Leila’s phone in my hands as I stared blankly at the screen, tears rolling down my cheeks. Jordan wouldn’t, I had said to Leila until she showed me the video. It was real, it was true. *Flashback* I was stunned when Jordan told me we’d be going shopping together earlier this morning. It was a side of him I’d rarely seen—a softness hidden beneath that hard, protective exterior. Part of me felt like I was being given a glimpse of something precious, something he didn’t share easily. As we strolled through the mall, Jordan kept his hand wrapped protectively around my waist. I could feel the eyes of strangers on us—mostly men whose gazes lingered a bit too long. But with him beside me, I didn’t flinch. In his presence, I felt s

erra’s POV The moment I hit redial again, my fingers trembled as I pressed the phone to my ear. Once. Twice. Voicemail. Again. And again. “Come on, Jordan,” I muttered, pacing the narrow space between the bar’s dimly lit booths. My pulse quickened with each failed attempt. The low hum of conversation and clinking glasses around me faded into the background, swallowed by the growing panic building in my chest. Across the table, my friends exchanged concerned glances. One of them mouthed, “Are you okay?” I waved them off with a quick nod, not ready to explain the whirlwind unraveling in my head. Jordan had to be fine. He was Jordan Pierce—unshakable, invincible. But the icy knot twisting in my stomach wasn’t convinced. I didn’t even realize I was outside until the sharp night air hit me, cutting through my thin jacket like a blade. My fingers fumbled over my phone as I dialed his assistant’s number. The line barely rang before a crisp, professional voice answered. “Mr. Pierce’

Sierra's POV I woke up to find the room empty but the cologne of Jordan still lingered in the room. I sighed before dragging myself from the bed. “Did he sleep here last night?” I asked myself as I made my way to the bathroom to freshen up. Flashes of the news from last night came popping into my mind. I closed my eyes, anger evident in my eyes, the next moment I opened my eyes. I spent what felt like forever in the bathroom before I finally came out, dressed up and made my way out of the room “Good morning, ma” I hummed at the guard by the door before asking, “Did Jordan come home last night?” I knew he did, but I felt to ask. I miss him but I didn't want to let him know that. Beside, where was he last night that he got me so worried, what stupid business was he dealing with? “Yes ma'am, he came home last night” “Where is he?” I asked again. “He left early this morning” the guard replied and I clicked my tongue before walking away. I went downstairs wonderin