Chapter 300 A Dance With Fate

Ella

The transition from the basement’s cool, rustic ambiance to the vibrancy of the party was almost jarring. As Logan and I re-entered the ballroom, I was immediately struck by the whirl of colors, the soft strains of music, and the kaleidoscope of voices melding together in a symphony of laughter and chatter.

From the throng emerged a familiar face. Leonard Barrett, Logan’s father, with his steel- gray hair slicked back, and a tall, commanding presence. His piercing blue eyes, which Logan. had apparently inherited, immediately locked onto mine.

I had met the man once before, and our encounter hadn’t been the warmest. His reputation in the business world as a ruthless. mogul was well-earned, but in person, it was his charisma that was truly overpowering.

“Ah, Ella,” Leonard greeted, the corner of his lips turning up slightly. “You look even more radiant than when I last saw you.”

I offered a polite smile, trying to keep my composure in front of the daunting Mafia boss. “Thank you, Mr. Barrett. It’s good to see you again.”

“Please, call me Leonard,” he corrected with a slight twinkle in his eye. “May I have this dance?”

It wasn’t so much a question as it was a declaration. I shot Logan a brief, anxious glance, but he just raised an eyebrow, seemingly as curious as I was about his father’s intentions.

The orchestra transitioned into a slow, haunting waltz. Leonard held out his hand, and after a slight hesitation, I placed mine in it. He led me onto the dance floor, and soon we were twirling amidst a sea of dancing couples.

led with an

of his

and me. It was not just a dance-it was a power play, a game of wits. But it was clear Leonard had more cards up

a few people tonight,” Leonard remarked, his gaze sharp, appraising. I met his eyes. “Oh?” I asked. “What

little escapade with the escort,” he continued, a hint of amusement coloring his

incident. The bruised face of the escort, the silent plea in her eyes, tears in the restroom. The way the man’s

incident I had found in the bathroom to Logan, never

I saw to Logan,” I said. “I never expected anyone to

it.”My dear Ella, in this dark world of ours, one should never act without assuming

“But that man…”

been a thorn in our

words were cold, almost indifferent to the fact that the man had been removed from the party on

a twinge of regret, but I pushed it down. “I just did

should treat another human that

the idealism of youth.” Leonard sighed, almost theatrically. “But be careful. Cross the wrong person with such righteousness, and the results…” He let the words hang in the air, his

race, but I refused to let him see me falter. “What

his icy blue gaze almost hypnotic. “How is your little sister, Daisy? She must be, what, sixteen

he know about Daisy? I had kept her as far away

“Easy, Ema,” I cooed, calming her. “I’m

to bristle inside of me. “But if he ever touches a

“And I’ll allow you.”

response. Instead

voice so low it was almost a growl. He chuckled, twirling me around the dance floor

was a pause. I felt my heart pounding like a war

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