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.

dread. The moment I walked through the doors, I could feel the eyes on me, the

in with a Mafia boss the other day. He had

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

a colleague, Sarah, who greeted me with a knowing

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

Sarah clenched her coffee cup a little tighter, her knowing smirk growing on her face. “Sure. By the way, is it true that you’re from that ‘Morgan’ family? And that you’re

pounding in my chest. How did everyone know? Was

as I could make it.

mug. “Oh, Ella, you always were so secretive. But you know, you should be careful. I’ve known women who get involved with the Mafia

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

her head, her eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite place. Pity? Understanding? I watched as she wandered over to the door, pausing for

she said. “You come from affluence. You’re not like

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

in my

she had mentioned, the ones who had no choice but

heart aching with guilt. What had I gotten myself into? What

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

that night and called an Uber. Maybe then I would have avoided all

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