Chapter 267 A Lonely Place

Logan

The chilly wind that night was relentless, and as I stepped out of the car, I felt a pang of emptiness as I looked up at my dark mansion. The ever-present guards flanked my home, silent statues in their tailored suits.

Their stillness was deceiving, because beneath the calm exterior, they were ready to leap into. action at any moment. All it would take was one order from me. The fight that ensued earlier when they stupidly kidnapped Ella was proof of that.

However, even with their presence, I couldn’t help but feel isolated. My home was a testament to my tastes: large, opulent, and overlooking the vast expanse of the sea. But tonight, it felt different.

The house that had been a silent refuge now. echoed the solitude of my thoughts. Why was it that just a short meeting with Ella made everything seem so… incomplete?

As I walked through the spacious rooms, I noted the intentional lack of decor. A deliberate choice. The walls held memories, some that I preferred to forget. To fill them with decorations would be to acknowledge those very memories that I was trying to bury.

could drown further into the mire of my thoughts, my phone rang, its shrill

hosting a little soirée to introduce

smirked, feeling a hint of sarcasm in my voice. “How could I forget? With her father’s questionable legal

face contorted in that infuriating smile. I always hated it. I hated most things about that bastard, but sometimes it felt as though I hated his smile

he said after a moment of hesitation. “Her

dominance. I… I wanted out. Out of this life that had stolen my childhood, torn apart my family. Every day, I dreamt of the day the word ‘Mafia’ would no

breaking through my reverie. Then he chuckled, that maddening laugh that always set me on edge. “Although, it might be awkward for you to show up alone. No need to bother if

brief, “Goodnight, Harry,” and hung

gotten along. He was my older brother, only older by a year, but you would have thought that he had decades on me by the way that he looked down

type to do it perfectly. In fact, he would make more money during those days. when he was in charge. If you needed someone to take care of… dirty

over him: I was more handsome. Taller. Better with

that this newest wife would disappear once she got a few luxury cars

what he did with women. With my looks and money, I knew

loneliness bore down on me. My wolf stirred within, urging me to claim Ella, to bring her into my world. But that wasn’t fair to her. If she accepted my offer, I would try my best, but there were no guarantees

but tonight, in my vulnerable state, I found myself wishing. Hoping that Ella would see beyond the shadows of my past and stand with me in my quest for a

a light sleep that night, made restless by my tossing and turning. Ella plagued my mind. Her fiery attitude, her round lips, her long honey-golden hair, her piercing gray eyes… God, how could I be sent the perfect mate, only for her to hate me

my hand repeatedly through my hair. But before I could

voice, though hesitant, held an edge of determination. “I’ll be your lawyer,” she declared. The weight on

of the phone,

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