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.

heavy with dread. The moment I walked through the doors, I could

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

to a certain extent. I didn’t ask for it, but Logan had threatened my boss. He could

greeted me with a knowing smirk. “So, Ella,” she said, her voice

that Mr. Henderson agreed to give me a second chance here. I didn’t expect him to

smirk growing on her face. “Sure. By the way, is it true that you’re from that ‘Morgan’ family? And

at her, my heart pounding in my chest. How did everyone know?

as cold as I

Ella, you always were so secretive. But you know, you should be careful.

my voice rising slightly. “You don’t know anything about me or my relationship with… anyone. So maybe you should

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

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

in the face. Was that really what she thought of me? That

away, a cold feeling settling in my stomach. Was she right? Was I just playing with fire, too blind to see the danger I was

I really so different from those women she had mentioned, the ones who had no

What had I gotten myself into? What had

starting to sink in, and I felt overwhelmed, lost, and utterly alone. A pawn in a game that I stupidly

my parents that night and called an Uber. Maybe then I would have avoided all of this. I

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