Ella

The night was awash with ambivalence and intrigue as Logan and I sat side by side, the city lights playing a serenade of reflections on the dark waters. The weight of his proposal hung between us, making the air palpable with tension.

“I don’t understand,” I began, hesitatingly. “Your ‘fake girlfriend’? Why? What does that have to do with… literally anything?” Inside, Ema was raging.

“Fake girlfriend?” she hissed. “First, he just wants you as a mistress. Then he wanted to trick you into being his girlfriend because you are Ella Morgan. Now that he knows you’re not going to follow his mind, he wants to use you as a fake girlfriend? Not even an official one anymore?!!”

“It’s not like I’d want it to be official anyway,” I replied. “But I don’t want this, either. Let’s hear him out, though.” Logan took a deep breath, as if preparing himself for a confession.

“You see, my brother recently got engaged to an Alpha from a prestigious family. Her father’s wealth is vast, and it could very well be the key to accelerating my brother’s ascendancy.”

I scowled. “It had nothing to do with me. My father is strictly legitimate. He doesn’t dabble in any of your… Mafia nonsense.”

Logan smirked, that familiar cocky grin that both annoyed and intrigued me. “I know, Ella. Your father’s empire spans three major companies, right? Real estate, chip technology, and connections with W coins-his cryptocurrency. Moreover, he’s involved in some business developments that I’m particularly interested in.”

you were not only finding me for my wealth. I’m your ticket

need to play this role? A year. Give me that, and I promise, once that’s done, you’d have become an impeccable lawyer, one to

I said, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “Just theoretically, let’s say that I agreed to this ridiculous proposal. You would seriously let me go once it would be all over? Once you have what you need?” I questioned, eyeing him intently, searching for any hint

of gold in his deep blue eyes. His voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Do

flowed like a

feelings for the Mafia are of disdain, not interest,” I growled. “If I took you up on this proposal… Regardless of feelings, I would be out after one year. No questions about

you. I’ll play the gentleman.” I pressed further, curiosity gnawing at me. “Why are you so

replaced by a steely resolve. “There are things I can’t share with you yet, Ella. I need to

right, even with the personal

empty burger wrapper in my

his voice. Maybe my presupposed view of the Mafia wasn’t entirely accurate. Or maybe he was

ploy to get me closer to him…

Every boyfriend I had ever had wound up

only for me to find out that he was trying

in reflective silence, each lost in our thoughts, intermittently

know more about him,” my wolf’s voice echoed in my mind. “Maybe it wouldn’t hurt,

for him so easily,” I replied. “He’s still no good.

feel her reaction. She was respecting my decision, and retreating into herself. I knew that it hurt for her

head back, I felt as though a whirlwind had swept through

my apartment, I barely waited for the car to stop before I jumped

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