Chapter 278 Warning Signs

Ella

I arrived home that night, the weight of the evening still heavy on my shoulders. The glittering chandeliers, the fancy gowns, the laughter and chatter of the party all seemed like a distant dream as I stood in my dimly lit apartment, still wearing my beautiful white dress.

The words Logan had spoken to me on the drive home lingered in my mind, a soothing balm to the chaos of emotions I felt. His promise that no one would get hurt, the determination in his eyes, it somehow made me feel a little better. But could I really trust him?

I unzipped my beautiful white dress and let it fall to the floor, my reflection in the mirror looking pale and lost.

Logan was a part of a world I knew nothing about, a world that seemed both thrilling and terrifying. What would my parents think if they ever found out? What would they say if they knew I was pretending to be involved with a Mafia boss?

I shuddered at the thought, realizing with a sickening feeling that I could never tell them the truth. I was alone in this, completely and utterly alone. Even my wolf wouldn’t talk to me after our last conversation.

next morning, I made my way to work, my heart heavy with dread. The moment I walked through the doors, I could feel

were judging me for walking in with a Mafia boss the other day. He had his arm around my shoulders… It

That I had used my ‘boyfriend’ to intimidate Mr. Henderson into giving me my old job back? Because that was true, to a certain extent. I

the breakroom, I ran into a colleague, Sarah, who greeted me with a knowing smirk. “So, Ella,” she said,

um… I’m glad that Mr. Henderson agreed to give me a

knowing smirk growing on her face. “Sure. By the way, is it

heart pounding in my chest. How

as cold as I could make it. “I don’t see why it’s

tapped it loudly against the side of the mug. “Oh, Ella, you always were so secretive. But you know, you should be careful. I’ve known women who

know anything about me or my relationship with… anyone. So maybe you

her head, her eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite place. Pity? Understanding? I watched as she wandered

Ella,” she said. “You come from affluence. You’re not like those poor sex

she thought of me? That I was just some spoiled rich girl, playing games

come up with a response, she left. I watched her walk away, a cold feeling settling in my stomach. Was she right? Was I just playing

different from those women she had mentioned, the ones who

gotten myself into? What had I done? Was I really so naive, so

hands, tears welling in my eyes. The reality of my situation was starting to sink in, and I felt overwhelmed, lost, and utterly alone. A pawn in a game that I stupidly got myself involved in, all because of… what? Working late one

I had just listened to my parents that night and called an Uber.

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