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.”

her tone. “We are strong, Ella. We are wolf and woman.

shaky. “If I do something, there could be dire consequences.

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

cold marble sink, letting out a shaky breath. Images of Logan’s tender touches and sweet

planted by the whispered tales of the

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

unveiled his true nature? What if I ended up

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

predict the future, Ella. But if we stand by, do nothing, the weight of that inaction

The realization hit me with a clarity 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

from the strength that Ema provided, I made up 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

opulent restroom’s door against my hand seemed in stark contrast to the reality I’d just witnessed within. As I stepped back out into the main area, the voices and laughter from the ballroom

once more if I

Escorts. One of

The fine lines on his face seemed to deepen, as if he was all too familiar with stories

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

before leaning closer.

the biggest Mafia bosses in this city. If

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