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. These women, they’re victims of predators of a different kind. Women

my voice shaky. “If I

need to do is tell

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

one that had been planted by the whispered tales of

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

that possibility was crushing. What 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 of a girl who

than words. It was a reminder of the bond. we

Ella. But if we stand by, do nothing, the weight of that inaction might be too much to

clarity that was jolting. Yes, there was danger. Yes, there was

I had to try. Because

out into the main area, the voices and laughter from the

hesitated, wondering once more if I should

met some girls in there. Escorts. One of them… she had

hair. The fine lines on his face seemed

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

leaning closer. “I’ll take care of it,” he promised, his voice laced with a lethal calm. My

son of one of the biggest Mafia bosses in this

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