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.”

spoke, there was a gentle conviction in her tone. “We are strong, Ella. We are wolf and woman. These women, they’re

intertwined with theirs,” I whispered out loud, my voice shaky. “If I do something, there could

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

Logan’s tender touches and sweet words from earlier that

been planted by the whispered tales

he’s just playing a part, portraying himself as sweet and caring,

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

than words. It was a reminder

do nothing, the weight of

of the perfumed restroom filling my senses. 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 a

that Ema provided, I made up my mind. I’d talk to Logan. Regardless of the outcome, I had to try. Because

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 flowed over me like a rushing river, but I felt detached, lost

wondering once more if I should share. But the memory of Lina’s

some girls in there. Escorts. One of

his face seemed to deepen, as if he

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

without consequences, Logan,” I countered, my voice shaking. Logan glanced around before leaning closer. “I’ll take

“Ella, I’m the son of one of the biggest Mafia bosses in this city. If anything, giving someone a

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