Chapter 295 Black Eyes & White Lies

Ella

The dim light of the restroom cast shadows that danced eerily across the ornate walls. I stood there, staring blankly at the face reflected back at me from the gilded mirror. The hushed. whispers of the escorts in the adjacent stalls echoed painfully in my mind, punctuated by the occasional muted giggle from the ballroom outside.

A world of stark contrasts. My heart thudded painfully, each beat. screaming a desperate question. What could I, Ella, do in a world of opulence, where beneath the surface, darkness thrived?

“Ella.” The soft, husky voice in my mind was familiar, comforting. Ema always seemed to speak up when I was in turmoil, a constant friend and source of reason. “These women… they need our help.

I closed my eyes, trying to still the tumultuous emotions raging within. “It’s not our world, Ema. Interfering might bring danger to us and them.”

are strong, Ella. We are wolf and woman. These women,

whispered out loud, my voice shaky. “If I do something, there could be dire consequences.

presence in my mind was warm, a stark contrast to the coldness of my fears. “All you need to do is tell Logan. Perhaps he’ll have advice, or maybe

touches and sweet words from earlier that night, memories of our dance in my living room, it all swirled in my

had been planted by the whispered tales of the escorts about the unpredictable nature of men tied to

them?” I questioned, my voice barely audible. “What if he’s just playing a

What if I ended

more than words. It was a reminder of the bond. we shared, the

future, Ella. But if we stand by, do nothing,

realization hit me with a clarity that was jolting. Yes, there was danger. Yes, there was uncertainty. But the idea of

my mind. I’d talk to Logan. Regardless of the outcome, I had to try. Because the true danger wasn’t just in the world outside, it was in the battle raging within-the fight between fear and doing

back out into the main area, the voices and laughter from the ballroom flowed over me like a rushing

a while. Everything okay?” I hesitated, wondering once more if I should share. But

there. Escorts. One of them… she had

his face seemed to deepen, as

men only see them

just…. hurt these girls without consequences, Logan,” I countered, my voice shaking. Logan glanced around before leaning closer. “I’ll take care of it,” he

the son of one of the biggest Mafia bosses in this

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