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.”

was a pause, and when Ema spoke, there was a gentle conviction in her tone. “We are strong, Ella. We are wolf and

I do something, there could be dire consequences. Not just for

a stark contrast to the coldness of my fears. “All you need to do is tell Logan. Perhaps he’ll have advice, or maybe he’ll act on it.

of Logan’s tender touches and sweet words from earlier that night, memories

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

“What if he’s just playing a part, portraying himself as sweet

true nature? What if I ended up becoming another whispered tale among these women, another

gentle nudge, a feeling more than words. It was a reminder of the bond. we shared, the strength

by, do nothing, the weight

jolting. Yes, there was danger. Yes, there was uncertainty.

Because the true danger wasn’t just in the world outside,

I stepped back out into the main area, the voices

wondering once more if I should share. But the memory of Lina’s pained, blackened eye, and

Escorts. One of them…

his face seemed

features. “Some of these men only see them as objects, thinking their wealth and power lets them get away with treating

relieved by Logan’s response. “They can’t 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 promised, his voice

son of one of the biggest Mafia bosses in this city. If anything, giving someone a lesson will be entertainment for

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