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.”

Ella. We are wolf and woman. These women, they’re victims of predators of a different kind.

Logan’s world is intertwined with theirs,” I whispered out loud, my voice shaky. “If I do something, there

to do is tell Logan. Perhaps he’ll have advice, or maybe he’ll act on it. From what we’ve seen, he cares about you.

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

fear, one that had been planted by the whispered tales of the

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

if bringing this to Logan was the trigger, the thing that unveiled his true nature? What if I ended up becoming another whispered tale among these women, another story

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

stand by, do nothing, the weight of

Yes, there was uncertainty. But the idea of

Because the true

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

gone for a while. Everything okay?” I hesitated, wondering once more if I should share. But the memory of Lina’s pained, blackened eye, and

some girls in there. Escorts. One of them…

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

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

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 laced with a lethal calm. My heart raced. “Are you sure?

Mafia bosses in this city. If

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