All Chapters of Mafia’s Claim! Crazy Obsession : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Logan stepped out of the room and immediately placed a call to the restaurant to order Mia’s meal. He had no intention of returning to her room until her food arrived, and besides, she needed some breathing space.He walked to the balcony, where two chairs and a table were neatly arranged. Pulling out a chair, he sat down, his mind racing with thoughts of the unexpected changes.How had Vena escaped her mother’s wrath? Why wasn’t her mother after her? Something didn’t add up. He needed to find out if she was dead or still alive. If she was still out there, Vena’s life could be in danger again.“Boss, the delivery is here,” one of his bodyguards announced, holding the package in his hands.“Bring it here and set it up properly. I’ll be back shortly,” Logan instructed, rising from his seat and heading toward Mia’s room.As he entered, he found her sleeping, but something seemed off. Her body trembled slightly, and sweat covered her face. She appeared restless, as though trapped in a

Zoe’s eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the stark whiteness surrounding her. A plain white ceiling stretched above her, and the walls were just as unembellished. Confusion settled in. This wasn’t her apartment—her walls weren’t all white. Panic gripped her chest. Where the hell was she?A dull ache throbbed in her head, making her wince as she attempted to lift her left hand to massage her temple. But the moment she tried, something held her back. A sharp tug.Her eyes darted toward the source, and that was when she saw it—a needle pierced her hand, connected to a drip. A machine beside her emitted a steady beeping sound. The realization sent her pulse racing.Her heart pounded against her ribs. She struggled to remember how she got here, but her mind was a frustrating blank. A hospital. That much was clear. But why?Before she could piece together her fragmented thoughts, the door swung open. A woman in a white lab coat strode in, her smile bright and reassuring.“Miss Zoe, yo

Mrs. Johnson Chapman sat back in her chair, her sharp eyes appraising Fiona from head to toe. A pleased smile tugged at her lips. “You look stunning, Fiona,” she said, her voice warm with approval.Fiona’s face lit up with delight. Compliments from Mrs. Johnson always made her feel special, but today, it meant even more. This was supposed to be the day she finally took the first step toward her dream. “Thanks, Aunt,” she said, her voice brimming with excitement. She spun around slightly, taking in the lavish closet around her. Every fabric, every dress, every piece of jewelry had been carefully selected for this moment.“Aunt, when are we going to start shooting?” Fiona asked eagerly, her eyes shining with anticipation. This was her childhood dream coming true, and now that she was so close, she didn’t want any delays. She had spent hours getting ready, making sure everything was perfect. The thought of standing in front of the cameras, dazzling in her designer outfit, sent a

Bryan stood tall, his gaze locked on Logan, who clenched his fists in frustration. The tension in the air was thick, an invisible battle already unfolding between them.Logan’s eyes burned with rage as he stepped protectively in front of Mia. “What are you doing here, Bryan Chapman?” His voice was laced with venom. “Haven’t you done enough?”Bryan’s expression remained cold, unwavering. “You have something that belongs to me, Logan. I’m here to take it back.”Logan let out a bitter chuckle. “The audacity… Do you even understand what this woman has been through? You locked her up like an animal, treated her like a possession. And now you want her back?” His voice grew louder with each word, his anger barely restrained.“I don’t care about your self-righteous speech.” Bryan’s voice was eerily calm, but the threat was clear. “Either you hand her over now, or you’ll regret it.”Mia trembled behind Logan, her hands clenching the fabric of his shirt. She had seen what Bryan was capable of

The persistent knocking on the door jolted Mia from her deep sleep. Groaning softly, she rubbed her eyes, feeling the weight of exhaustion still clinging to her limbs. With a slow stretch, she yawned before muttering, “Come in.”The door creaked open, and Brenda, one of the housemaids, stepped inside. She held a neatly wrapped package in her hands, her face adorned with a bright, almost knowing smile.“Good morning, Mia,” Brenda greeted warmly, stepping closer to the bed.Mia blinked away the last traces of sleep and sat up straighter. “Morning,” she replied, offering a faint smile in return.Brenda extended the package toward her. “Lord Bryan ordered me to deliver this to you as soon as you woke up. He also instructed that you wear what’s inside and meet him downstairs in an hour.”Mia stared at the package, confusion flickering in her eyes. The weight of the box in her hands only deepened her bewilderment. Why was Bryan giving her something? They weren’t exactly on friendly term