Sierra Larson Novels & Stories

Unlike Erica, she looked deeply uncomfortable with the entire situation. She cleared her throat. “I’m Sierra,” she said quietly. “I’m a surrogate.” Her eyes dropped to her hands. “I’ll be carrying the Welson heir.” Cassie stared at her for a few seconds before asking, “And you’re okay with this?” Sierra hesitated, Her eyes quickly flickered toward Erica. “I…” She swallowed nervously. “I need the money. It’s a good opportunity for me.” “An opportunity?” Cassie repeated.

Sierra. Prison. The words didn’t feel real. Chloe’s hand rested gently on my shoulder. “You’ve been quiet,” she said softly. “What’s wrong?” I forced a smile. “Just work.” She narrowed her eyes. “You’re lying.” I sighed. Of course she knew. “It’s Sierra,” I admitted. “She’s in prison.” Her hand fell. “Prison?” I nodded. “She’s been living a double life. She’s a jewel thief.” Shock flickered across her face.

No, I am not the bad person nor the criminal in my story—I am the victim. I'll start my story by telling you how I fell in love with this beautiful girl named Sierra McCarthy back in the year 2016. If you went to Willow High, you probably know her as the popular student who was part of the theater club. They always cast her as the major lead because of her charismatic appearance, being an outstanding performer, and being a girl who owns an angelic soothing voice.

Leeann had been worried about their not having anything this year, and she’d die before she’d accept charity. Sierra appeared in the barn like a ghost emerging from the shadows. She was wearing jeans and a fleece poncho that draped her like a heavy veil. At first, he didn’t notice her. When he spotted her, his body jerked in surprise. ‘You shouldn’t go sneaking up on people. Sierra,’ he chided, resuming his work. ‘Why are you wandering around here so late?’ ‘I couldn’t sleep.’ ‘Worrying about your father?’ ‘He’ll be home soon. It wasn’t him I was thinking about. It was you.’

The objective: project unshakable unity, forward momentum, and a focus on charitable legacy, not past trauma. Sierra was a weapon honed for the occasion. She wore a column of emerald-green velvet, severe and elegant, her only jewelry the simple diamond studs I’d given her on our wedding day. A calculated choice. Her hair was swept up, exposing the clean, defiant line of her jaw. She looked less like a society wife and more like a sovereign. “Ready?” she asked, checking her reflection one last time in the penthouse elevator’s brass doors. Her voice was cool, operational.

I asked as we went to Brian’s room. “No, I went to The Purple Mirage to see Cynthia,” Sierra explained. She was the first to enter the room and she went straight to his bed. I stopped and looked at Llewellyn. “I want you to know that Sierra is my woman,” I told him. Llewellyn matched my intense stare, “Well it doesn’t look like it. If she was yours she would be with you now, no? Don’t get it wrong, she only came here because of Brian.”

Leila spun around to see a woman in her forties, wearing a navy coat and mirrored sunglasses. “I was talking to my dog,” Leila said, forcing a smile. “She gets bored easily.” The woman tilted her head. “Right. Well, I’m Paula Sanchez, giving a lecture here tomorrow. Shamanic rituals.” Leila nodded, pretending to care. “Leila Weinrich. Just visiting my aunt.” “Well, let me know if you need any help. I know this area like the back of my hand,” Paula said with a smile, then walked off, leaving Leila alone.

Her breasts were round, firm, and more importantly, real. There was something about Sierra I had noticed over the years; she didn't have a plastic body like the other girls in the club. Maybe that's why I was drawn to her. “Among other things.” Sierra whispered in my ear. I shut my eyes, raising a hand. Still, part of her job was fake seduction for cash. “Stop.” I murmured. “Can I have that note back?” She asked, holding her hand out. I smirked. “You think I'm arrogant?”

“ Sierra is one of the best things that ever happened to me, but I'd be happier if I had her after marriage and not before. ” “ Your point? ” “ Vera is blinded and unable to see the truth. ” “ Which is? ” “ She's being used by her friends to destroy Joseph's reputation and break you two apart. ” “ And? ” “ I certainly don't want her to end up like me. ” “ Um. ” “ I had to quit college after falling pregnant with Sierra. ” Her confession surprised me. “ And the father? ” “ He didn't want anything to do with me, he was also a victim of a friend's dare like I was. ”

Sierra had weaponized sympathy and facts, flipping the entire narrative on Elena…casting her as a reckless, fame-hungry interloper rather than the woman who bled to rebuild her empire. And Elena? She stood her ground. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t hide. She fought But I could see the toll in her eyes. And I hated that I couldn’t storm that stage and drag her away from the wolves. This wasn’t my war to fight. Not tonight. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Moderator: “Final statements. Miss Sierra?” Sierra turned toward the camera. Perfect posture. Perfect poise.