Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia novel Chapter 64

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!"

Before I could respond, my mother stepped forward, her voice calm yet firm. "Honey, we understand that this might not be the easiest path, but if Mia is where our son's heart lies, then we must respect that. His happiness is what matters most."

My father seemed hesitant, but he could see the genuine love and conviction in my eyes.

"You have to think about the consequences of your decisions," he warned, but his tone softened slightly.

"I have thought about it, Dad," I replied earnestly. "Mia makes me a better person, and I can't imagine my life without her. I can't let her go."

Mia's grip on my hand tightened, her eyes never leaving mine.

My father seemed to relent, his stern expression giving way to a glimmer of understanding. He glanced at my mother, who nodded encouragingly.

Torn between tradition and his son's happiness, my dad sighed heavily before finally relenting, "Fine, but remember, this path won't be easy. You'll have to face the consequences."

With that, a wave of relief washed over me. My family might not fully approve, but they were willing to accept Mia for my sake.

"I know it won't be easy," I said, my determination unwavering. "But with Mia by my side, I know I can face anything."

As my family left the room, Mia and I were finally alone. She leaned closer, her eyes shining with affection. "I can't believe you stood up for us," she whispered, a mix of gratitude and love in her voice.

"I couldn't let you go, Mia. You're everything to me," I replied, caressing her cheek gently.

With a smile, she leaned in, and our lips met in a tender, passionate kiss. In that moment, it felt like the world around us disappeared, leaving only our love and connection. We had overcome the odds, and nothing else mattered.

After a week of recovery, I was finally discharged from the hospital. With newfound determination, I decided it was time to face Mia's father and ask for her hand in marriage. As I reached their house, I noticed the somber atmosphere, and my heart sank when I learned that he was very sick.

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