Logan's pov. We had made reservations at a picturesque wildlife resort, the perfect setting to host our company's annual function. Anticipation filled the air as every employee eagerly looked forward to the delightful stay and exquisite meals that awaited them. However, despite the joyous atmosphere, Mia remained distant and maintained her professional demeanor. It was clear that she was purposely keeping her interactions with me limited, which only fueled my desire to make her feel the undeniable connection between us. I yearned for the moment when my carefully laid plans would come to fruition, leaving her unable to resist my charm any longer. As the first day at the resort unfolded, we arranged a captivating bonfire event accompanied by live music. The entire gathering was invited to participate in playing music and singing, and I couldn't help but notice the incredible talents that hid within our office—singers, musicians, and guitarists who were eager to showcase their skills.
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 t
Logan’s pov. Saying farewell to Salena and our colleagues, we bid them goodbye at the resort. Once outside, I decided to dismiss my driver and take the wheel myself. We embarked on our journey in silence, the car gliding along as trees and streetlights faded into the distance. Mia, sitting beside me, gazed out of the window, lost in her thoughts. I kept my focus on the road, a frown etched across my face, my eyes fixed straight ahead. Occasionally, my jaw clenched tightly, betraying the turmoil within. Yet, even in my peripheral vision, I noticed her presence. After a deep breath, Mia broke the silence, her voice quivering with trepidation. "Mr. Mancini, you don't have to drop me off at home. I... I feel really bad for Salena. She was so excited about her time with you. But..." Her words trailed off abruptly, interrupted by the sudden screech of the brakes as the car came to an abrupt halt. Her voice had triggered an emotional avalanche within me, threatening to overwhelm my self-c
Sarah’s pov. The next morning arrived with a breathtaking sunrise. I stirred in Alex's arms, feeling his comforting presence. Slowly, I opened my eyes to behold the sight of the most handsome face lying before me. I couldn't resist the urge to shower him with affection. I leaned in and planted gentle kisses on both of his closed eyes before giving a sweet peck on his lips. Carefully untangling myself from his tight embrace, I yawned widely and stretched my arms, feeling the pleasant morning air fill my lungs. I smiled to myself, reveling in the fact that I was naked in his loving arms. Grabbing a bedsheet nearby, I gracefully wrapped it around my body, finding comfort in its warmth. Curiosity beckoned me to the adjacent balcony of his room, where I stood, observing people jogging and children joyfully playing outside. The sky painted a beautiful hue of blue, adorned with wisps of clouds. The melodious chirping of birds filled my heart with a sense of inexplicable warmth. Never bef
Bella's pov. It had been a month since I moved in with Ryder. He called me to get ready, as we were going to a house party. "Oh no, Ryder, what am I going to do at that party?" I argued. "I don't want to hear any excuses. I just want you to come with me. Be ready at 7. I'll be there early, and we'll go together to the party," he ordered. "Wear my favorite green dress." As we arrived at the party, everyone started gathering around Ryder. He always had that charm that drew people in. They whisked him away, and I was left alone. I sat there, feeling increasingly bored and regretting my decision to come. Just as my disappointment grew, Kate approached me. "Bella! How are you? I heard you started living with Ryder?" she asked, her tone accusing. "Y-yeah, actually, he wanted me to move in with him because..." I tried to explain. "Oh, Bella, don't give me that crap. I know exactly what it means to live together," she spat with a hint of animosity. "No, no. We're just friends. Nothing
Ryder's pov. Kate approached me with a determined expression on her face. "Ryder, we need to talk," she said firmly. "Kate, I'm not in the mood..." I attempted to dismiss her, but she was relentless. "Please, Ryder, just talk to me once," she pleaded, her voice filled with desperation. I let out a sigh, realizing she wasn't going to give up. "Okay, I'm listening," I relented and turned to face her. "Not here," she glanced over her shoulder, her eyes scanning the surroundings. "There are too many people around. If someone overhears us, it will become news," she said, her eyes filled with innocence, accompanied by a subtle pout. I nodded, understanding the need for privacy. "Fine, but I don't have much time. Please make it quick," I told her directly. She gestured for me to follow her, and we made our way towards an empty room. As we entered, I waited for her to begin. "Do you remember when we were together? Everything felt so perfect," she said, batting her long eyelashes, tryin
Bella’s pov.Ryder took me home with a dangerous promise. My heart was pounding in my chest. He said he would punish me. What did he mean by that? After reaching home, he dragged me towards his room and threw me on the bed. "Are you ready, baby girl, for your punishment?" His eyes darkened as he measured my body from head to heel. I could not speak; I just stood there, licking my dry lips, waiting for his punishment. He sat on the edge of the bed and spread his legs wider, resting his elbow on his knees. He watched me for a long moment and said, "Come here." He gestured with his head to come near him. And I obeyed like a lovesick fangirl. My body was acting on its own, as if he had hypnotized me in some way. I was drawn to him and his charm incredibly. "Over my knees," he ordered in his dominant voice, and I moved ahead and sat on his lap. He flipped me and I bent over his lap. My head was hanging down in the air and my ass was up over his knees. I gasped when he pulled my dress up to
Logan's Pov. Alex, Ryder, and I embarked on a crucial meeting, one that held the potential to shape the future of our mafia empire. We entered a dimly lit room, the air thick with tension. This was no ordinary gathering; it was a meeting with a rival gang, one that had recently expressed an interest in a truce and potential partnership. Their leader, Mark, a tall, imposing figure with a scar etched across his face, stood at one end of the room, flanked by his trusted lieutenant, Robin, a man known for his cunning and ruthlessness. As we took our places at the table, the atmosphere crackled with a mix of apprehension and determination. Mark's cold, piercing eyes locked onto us, assessing our every move. I could sense the underlying power play at hand, the delicate balance of negotiation and survival. With a subtle nod from Alex, I took the lead, opening the conversation with a carefully chosen set of words. "Mark, Robin, we appreciate your willingness to sit down and discuss a poss
Logan's pov.As I slowly opened my eyes, the harsh, sterile lights of the hospital room greeted me. Disoriented and weak, I blinked several times until the blurry figures around me came into focus. There was Mia, her eyes filled with worry and relief, and my family standing by her side, their faces etched with concern."Mia..." I whispered, my voice barely audible.Her eyes lit up with tears of joy as she took my hand in hers. "Thank goodness you're awake," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.My family wore expressions of both happiness and concern. My mother's eyes were red from crying, while my father's stern facade tried to hide his fear. It was then that I knew I had to be honest with them about how I felt."I can't go through with the marriage," I admitted, my voice stronger now. "I love Mia, and I can't marry someone else."My father's face turned stern, and he scolded me, "You're being impractical! You have responsibilities, and this is no time for childish whims!"Befor
Logan’s pov. Amidst the busy preparations for my upcoming wedding, I couldn't shake off the lingering unease in my heart. Mia's sudden resignation from my company had left me bewildered and bruised my ego. I had made it clear to her that our relationship would remain strictly professional, yet she chose to leave. "Why does it bother me so much?" I wondered aloud as I paced in my luxurious penthouse. Alex, who had been helping me with the wedding arrangements, noticed my distress. "Hey, man, what's bothering you? You should be on cloud nine with your marriage just around the corner," Alex said, concern evident in his voice. "I don't know, Alex. It's just that Mia's resignation hit me harder than I expected," I admitted with a sigh. "Even though I told myself I didn't care about her rejecting me, there's this nagging feeling inside me." "Why do you bother? It is not like you feel something for her, do you?" Alex inquired. "Remember, you have a stunning fiancée, a glamorous weddi
Alex's Pov. We all gathered at Ryder's wedding, witnessing the heartfelt exchange of vows between Ryder and Bella. Their hurried marriage brought back memories of my own wedding day, where I had first laid eyes on Sarah. But after she left, things took a painful turn. I tried countless times to meet her, to explain myself, but she refused to hear me out. Her parents, adamant in their disapproval, forbade me from entering their home. It was absurd – I was her husband, not some boyfriend they could simply cast aside. I pleaded with them, insisting that I had changed, that I wanted to be with her, but they turned a deaf ear. Unbeknownst to me, Ryder had invited Sarah to the wedding as well. My heart filled with both hope and trepidation, praying that she would show up so I could finally talk to her. And then, there she was, entering the venue in a stunning peach-colored gown. Something about her appearance was different, and it left me bewildered. Her face was radiant, and I couldn't he
Bella's pov. The sound of my phone jolted me awake from my slumber, disturbing the peaceful moment I had been sharing with Ryder. Gently, I disentangled myself from his embrace, aware that I was still unclothed, and hurriedly pulled the sheet to cover myself before answering the call. "Mum!" I greeted cheerfully, my heart still elated from Ryder's heartfelt confession of love. "Bella, what is going on?" Her voice carried a tone of anger. Confused by her question, I asked, "What do you mean, mum?" "You and Ryder are all over the news, and your father is furious," she complained. My mind raced, trying to comprehend the situation. "What? I don't understand, mum. What's happening?" "Where are you right now, Bella?" Her concern was evident. "I am... I am..." I hesitated, unable to come up with a lie. "Are you with Ryder?" She guessed, and I fell silent, confirming her suspicion. "Why did you do this, Bella?" Her disappointment in me was palpable. Suddenly, the phone was snatched
Ryder's pov. My futile attempts to incite jealousy in Bella by meeting other girls left me feeling disheartened. No matter who I interacted with, she remained composed and collected, as if her emotions were impervious to my antics. Undeterred, I had to switch to plan B. I smirked as I thought about it because it was foolproof, and Ryder never failed to get what he wanted. "Bella, I have planned a vacation for us," I called her while she was in school. I smiled as I could imagine her eyes widened in surprise. "What? No, Ryder, I can't go on vacation, and, most of all, I have some assignments to complete," she replied, her voice tinged with reluctance. "Come on, Bella. Mum is persistent about my marriage, so it will be our last vacation together. I am sending my secretary. Give her your passport. We are going to Switzerland for a week. Just me and you. I want to spend some time with you alone," I insisted, hoping she would agree. "Abroad trip? You will get clicked by the media, a
Ryder's pov. At 9:00 a.m. on a lazy Sunday morning, my peaceful slumber was abruptly interrupted by the incessant ringing of my phone. I groggily reached for it, wondering who could possibly be disturbing me at this ungodly hour. To my delight, Bella stirred in my arms, her tiny meows adding a touch of charm to the waking chaos. I carefully placed Bella on the pillow, ensuring her continued comfort, before reluctantly sitting up to answer the call. The screen displayed my mother's face, which meant it was likely to be something important. I swiped the answer button and, slipping my feet into slippers, made my way to the balcony, hoping to maintain some tranquility around Bella's sleeping form. "Hey mum! What's up? Why did you have to call so early on a Sunday morning?" I questioned, attempting to sound both concerned and slightly annoyed. "Ryder, I've sent some pictures of the daughters from reputable families to your number. Take a look and choose one of them. I'll set up a date f
Sarah’s pov. As I stood in front of the towering building housing Alex's office, my heart was heavy with sadness and determination. The guard, who knew me as Mrs. Hamilton, offered a polite salute, but my mind was too preoccupied to return his friendly gesture. The gravity of the situation had consumed me entirely, leaving no room for pleasantries. Pressing the button for the 60th floor where Alex's office resided, I walked with a sense of urgency, my steps guided by a singular purpose – to confront him and seek answers to the questions that haunted me. As I approached his office, his secretary tried to intervene, her professional duty compelling her to uphold the ongoing meeting's privacy. However, her attempts to halt me were futile; nothing would deter me from facing Alex. "Ma'am, you cannot go inside. A meeting is going on, and I have orders that no one can enter the boardroom," she warned, trying to assert her authority. I paid her no mind, my determination unwavering. Nothin
Sarah's pov. In a cozy corner of the restaurant, I sat opposite my dear friend Julia, the soft glow of Amber light illuminating our faces. It had been nearly a month since we last saw each other, and we were catching up over coffee, sharing the details of our lives.Julia, with her mischievous charm, leaned forward and asked with a playful wink, "How's your married life going on, babe?"A blush crept onto my cheeks as I thought about my marriage. It was like living in a fairytale – everything was simply perfect. It was clear that Alex was starting to like me just as I liked him. And what I discovered this very morning would undoubtedly strengthen our bond even more."Oh, Julia, you won't believe it," I gushed. "Life with Alex is like a dream come true. He was my dream man, and now he's my husband. I feel like I'm on cloud nine."Julia chuckled and commented with amusement, "Sarah, you're absolutely glowing. You're so lucky to have Alex. You've turned all the other girls green with env
Logan's pov. After returning from the business trip, Mia's demeanor had changed; she appeared distant, her usual warmth and charm replaced with a guarded facade. The scent of rich Italian food lingered in the air, mixing with the tension that crackled between them. “Mia, wait. I need to talk to you,” I implored, my dark eyes searching for answers in her troubled blue ones. She hesitated but finally remained in the room after everyone else had left. "What's wrong, baby girl? Talk to me. Why are you avoiding me?" I questioned, my voice trying to hold on to its usual commanding tone, but a hint of vulnerability seeped through. "Nothing is wrong, Mr. Mancini. I just... I just came back to my senses," Mia replied animatedly, trying to keep up a brave front. I shook my head, confusion evident on my face. "What do you mean?" "I mean... listen... I need this job, but I can't be your play toy. I have feelings, and I don't want to get hurt in the end. Please, Mr. Mancini, I want whatever i