บททั้งหมดของ Sierra Morgan: The Don’s Bride: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The space felt stifling. The atmosphere buzzed with tension as members of the Morgan and Rinaldi families confronted one another across the lengthy table. The shimmering chandelier overhead created broken shadows on the walls, yet nobody appeared to be aware. All attention was focused on the two individuals at the heart of the conflict: Hunter Morgan, his jaw set and fists gripped, and Dominic Rinaldi, composed and inscrutable, his fingers gently tapping on the smooth wood's edge. "You have some audacity, coming here," Hunter hissed, his tone quiet yet spiteful. The man sitting in the Morgan mansion living room—tall, lean, with the kind of ruggedly handsome face one would pay for without hesitation—was adjusting his tie and cuffs, his back straight and showing no sign of wearying.Dominic Rinaldi remained unperturbed. He reclined in his seat, fine-tuning the sleeves of his fitted suit. "I didn't come here to irritate you, Hunter. I came to express my condolences." "Condolences,"

Three Month Ago"Charlotte, are you even listening to me?" Arthur Morgan sat in the interior of his sleek, all-black Range Rover, dressed in a tailored suit that barely concealed the sharp edges of his temper. Beside him was his daughter, Charlotte, a 24-year-old dressed casually in a hoodie and joggers. They were on their way back to the Morgan estate after what Arthur considered a long, frustrating day. For the past fifteen minutes, Arthur had been talking—no, lecturing—Charlotte about the precarious position their family was in. But Charlotte was barely paying attention, her eyes glued to her phone, scrolling through pictures of celebrities at the latest Met Gala. "Mhmm… sure, Dad… I'm listening," she said absently, a grin spreading across her face at something on the screen. She clearly wasn’t listening at all. Arthur’s jaw tightened. “Verdammt! Give me that,” he snapped, snatching the phone from her hands in one swift motion. “Dad! That’s not fair!” Charlotte protested,

Days passed in the Rinaldi household, and slowly, life regained a sense of normalcy. Sierra unwillingly adjusted to her new life as a mafia queen and settled into a routine. Aside from the three meals which were mandated to be eaten in the company of her husband and his family, she had the freedom to use her time as she pleased.However, there were few restrictions imposed on her. She wasn't allowed to leave the mansion without Dominic’s permission, and certain portions of the Mansion were restricted to her.Martha, the maid he assigned to her, gave Sierra a map that outlined the parts of the mansion accessible to her. The rule was simple; if it isn't on the map, it isn’t accessible to you. Sierra knew the rules could have been a lot worse, so she didn’t dare complain or let her curiosity get the best of her.On this particular morning, Sierra had woken up a bit late and hastily got ready to attend her first meal of the day.‘Shit, Shit, Shit,’ She cursed inwardly, glancing at the cl

Two days later…The room was filled with an air of anticipation as everyone patiently waited in their seats for Dominic, the new Don, to make his entrance. The atmosphere crackled with a mix of excitement and tension, as the family members and the elders of the Rinaldi family exchanged hushed whispers, eagerly awaiting the arrival of their new leader."Dominic is a tad bit late, don't you think, Madam Emily?" Madam Emily, the late Don’s advisor, remarked in Italian. Her voice carried a hint of concern, tinged with a bit of annoyance."Yeah, it appears so. But we all know of Dominic's love for making grand entrances and as the new Don, I think he has not only earned it but is entitled to it as well." Marco replied with a look that shut up any further questions about Dominic's late arrival.Luna, ever the voice of reason, gave her brother a hard look then turned to Madam Emily with a reassuring smile. “He'll be here soon, I'm sure there is a good explanation for his lateness.” Madam Emi

Somewhere, in the heart of Philadelphia, a third power was rousing from its slumber. Kazuya Tekada, the charismatic boss of the Japanese mafia could be seen with his characteristic eerie smile. His eyes filled with excitement, as he was in the midst of finalizing a deal."Yeah, yeah! Don't you worry about a thing, my friend," Kazuya spoke with a confident tone, his voice laced with a hint of excitement. "Our guys will make sure your merchandise is delivered safe and sound. We've got the finest coke, the finest marijuana, and as a special token of appreciation from our esteemed organization, we've even thrown in a little bonus for you."As he ended the call, Takeda closed his eyes, allowing himself a moment of retrospect. Memories of his humble beginnings flooded his mind, and a sense of pride washed over him."Damn, I've come a long way," he thought, a gleeful smirk forming on his lips. "From being an illegal immigrant doing small-time robberies to becoming the boss of the Yakuza, w