Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia

Mia’s POV.

The next morning, as I slowly opened my eyes, I found myself lying in Logan Mancini’s bed. A blush rushed to my cheeks as I recalled the events of the previous night, remembering how I had succumbed to his seduction. Logan was undeniably the most captivating and charming man I had ever encountered, but deep down, I knew he was out of reach-a temptation I could never indulge in.

Carefully, I slid down from the bed, taking care not to disturb his slumber. With gentle movements, I dressed myself, silently gathering my belongings. As I cautiously opened the door, the darkness of the early morning enveloped me, and I realized there was still some time before dawn would break and awaken the world. The resort was still cloaked in silence, everyone else lost in their dreams. Determined to return to my own room unnoticed, I quietly made my way through the corridors, navigating the familiar path.

Hours slipped away as I remained confined within the walls of my room, contemplating the events that had transpired and the imminent departure looming ahead. Today marked our last day in this enchanting resort, and tomorrow, we would be leaving this paradise behind. Lost in my thoughts, I allowed myself to drift into a deep slumber, seeking solace in the embrace of sleep.

The sun had made its descent, casting long shadows across the room when I finally stirred awake. My stomach growled loudly, reminding me of the hunger that had been neglected throughout the day. With a renewed sense of purpose, I rose from my bed and made my way towards the kitchen, hoping to satiate my appetite.

As I approached the kitchen, a faint murmur of voices reached my ears. Curiosity piqued, I listened intently and overheard a conversation between two employees. Their voices carried the excitement of gossip, discussing the arrival of Salena Johnson, the company’s second partner.

“Have you heard the news?” a male employee whispered eagerly. “Salena Johnson is joining us today!”Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

His words intrigued me, and I couldn’t help but eavesdrop further, drawn into the unfolding tale.

“Oh, I heard she arrived an hour ago,” a female employee responded, her voice tinged with amusement. “And you won’t believe it-she went straight into Mr. Logan Mancini’s room!”

I felt a pang of jealousy surging through my heart upon hearing that. But deep down, I knew I had no right to feel that way. My appetite vanished, and in a state of emotional turmoil, I grabbed a bottle of juice before retreating back to the solitude of my room. Exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster, I fell back asleep.

Suddenly, the sound of relentless knocking on my door startled me awake. I hastily rose from the bed and rushed to open it, only to find Emma, one of my colleagues, standing on the other side.

“Hey, Mia, come out! You’ve been locked away in your room all day,” she complained, sounding slightly exasperated.

“Okay, just give me a few minutes to get ready,” I replied, feeling a mix of gratitude and irritation. I retreated back into my room to change my clothes, hoping to put on a brave face despite the turmoil brewing within. Opting for a white blouse and a pair of blue jeans, I applied light makeup to mask my inner turmoil caused by the news of Salena Johnson residing in Logan’s room.

Emerging from my room, I made my way towards the crowd gathered outside. It seemed to be another barbecue event with a bonfire illuminating the night sky. And there, amidst the festivities, my eyes locked onto a stunning woman who was intimately clinging to Logan. He, in turn, appeared to revel in her presence. A wave of confusion and hurt washed over me as I questioned my own emotions. Why did I even care?