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.

precise. He led with an authority) that was hard to resist, highly reminiscent of Logan’s own capacity

daunting than his steps was the weight of

dance floor, but there was a palpable tension between Leonard and me. It was not just a dance-it was a power play, a game of wits.

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

referring to your… little escapade with the escort,” he continued, a hint

recalling the earlier incident. The bruised face of the escort, the silent plea in her eyes, tears in the restroom. The way the man’s cruel grip on her arm released as soon

whispered the incident I had found in the bathroom to Logan, never expecting it to result in a

out something concerning I saw to Logan,” I said. “I

world of ours, one should never act without assuming

“But that man…”

He’s been a thorn in our side for a while. Thanks to your keen eyes,

indifferent to the fact that the man had been removed from the

down. “I just did what

treat another human

the wrong person with such righteousness, and the results…” He let the words hang in the air, his grip on my hand tightening ever so

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

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

blood ran cold. How did he know about Daisy? I had kept her as far away from

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

of me. “But if he ever touches a hair on her head, I’ll rip

“And I’ll allow you.”

him the satisfaction of a response. Instead of answering, I held his gaze defiantly. I felt a

in any of this,” I finally said, my voice so low it was almost a growl. He chuckled, twirling me around the dance floor gracefully, yet with a hint

war drum inside my chest,

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