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.”

a gentle conviction in her tone. “We are strong, Ella. We are wolf and woman. These women, they’re victims of predators of a different

voice shaky. “If I do something, there could be dire consequences. Not just

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

letting out a shaky breath. Images of Logan’s tender touches and sweet words from earlier

a lurking fear, one that had been planted by the whispered tales of the escorts about the unpredictable nature of men tied to

he’s just playing a

the thing that unveiled his true nature? What if I ended up becoming another whispered

a reminder

by, do nothing, the weight of that inaction might be too much to

that was jolting. Yes, there was danger. Yes, there was uncertainty. But the idea of not acting, of letting another woman suffer without trying to help, felt like a betrayal

Logan. Regardless of the outcome, I had to try. Because the

contrast to the reality I’d just witnessed within. As I stepped back out into the main area, the voices and

wondering once more if I should share.

One of them… she

running a hand through his dark hair. The fine lines on his face seemed to deepen, as if

these men only see them

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 biggest Mafia bosses in this city. If anything, giving someone a

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