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.”

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

out loud, my voice shaky. “If I do something, there could be dire consequences. Not just for me, but for those

of my fears. “All you need to do is tell Logan. Perhaps he’ll have advice, or maybe he’ll

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

whispered

if he’s just playing a part, portraying himself as sweet and caring, but beneath the facade, he’s

thing that unveiled his true nature? What if I ended up becoming another whispered tale among these

response was a gentle nudge, a feeling more than words. It was a reminder of the bond.

if we stand by, do nothing,

that was jolting. Yes, there was danger. Yes, there was uncertainty. But the idea of not acting, of letting another woman

to Logan. Regardless of the outcome, I had to try. Because the true danger wasn’t just in the world outside, it was in

just witnessed within. As I stepped back out into the main area, the voices and laughter from the ballroom flowed over me like a rushing river, but I felt detached, lost in

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

Escorts. One of them… she

The fine lines on his face seemed to deepen, as

his features. “Some of these men only see them as objects, thinking their wealth

leaning closer. “I’ll take care of it,” he promised, his voice laced with a lethal calm. My heart raced. “Are you sure? Won’t that cause issues

of one of the biggest Mafia bosses in this

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