Chapter 344 Dear Brother

Ella

Our breaths intertwined in the small room, mixing with the scent of moth balls and old memories, as we quickly smoothed down our clothes and stepped apart. Logan looked as if he had something to say, but quickly shut his mouth after a glare from me.

Then, just as we had managed to create a facade of innocence, the door swung open, revealing the intruders: Marina and Harry.

They sauntered in without so much as a greeting, their eyes scrutinizing every detail of the room, the air thick with unspoken insinuations.

“What were you two doing?” Marina’s tone was laden with feigned innocence, her eyes gleaming with amusement and that all-knowing look that she always seemed to have.

I felt my heart do a flip inside my chest. Had they heard? Had they followed us here? Had they been… watching, somehow? Collecting evidence of our fake relationship, maybe>

Logan, with a stern expression, retorted, “That’s none of your business. But if your curiosity knows no bounds, we were just reminiscing about childhood.”

Harry, seemingly amused by this, sauntered across the room. A smirk came across his lips as he spotted the little wooden car and snatched it up. There was something possessive in his mannerisms as he held it, something rough and unempathetic. Logan had held it so delicately before, but Harry… He owned it. Or least he thought he did.

“Oh, reminiscing, are we?” he mocked, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he turned the little wooden car over in his thick fingers. “Do you remember how you used to bawl your eyes out whenever I took these away from you, Logan?”

Logan shrugged, glancing away. “Don’t really remember much. Not about that, at least.”

I could see Logan’s posture stiffen ever so slightly, his

as he wandered around the room. “Always one thing after another. Mommy, mommy! Harry broke my toy!” His voice raised

words and stepped forward, my voice a blend of firmness and reproach. Maybe

nothing wrong with a child crying over their possessions,” I said in a low voice. “But there is everything wrong with stealing from someone,

me, a mixture of mockery and condescension in his gaze. “Oh, the false prophet speaks. Pretending to be all high and mighty

mean by that?” I retorted, folding my arms across my chest. Logan shot me a warning glance, urging me not to get

you don’t know what they say, Miss Morgan,” Harry chided, his smirk almost doubling in size. “About your father.

of my past, of the father I knew had been far from a saint before my adoptive mom entered

his flaws, his misgivings. He mistreated humans, overlooked the

but she was like stone. Her face betrayed no emotion. I couldn’t tell if she was just an excellent actress or if she genuinely didn’t

“Oh, just like you’re trying to do with my dear brother?” The mockery in his voice was palpable, his gaze shifting between Logan and me, drawing parallels I

stepping in. He slipped his arm around my waist, causing me to grow somewhat tense after our impassioned

to the door, but before we could

one more thing,” Harry

sighed. “What

“Did you know, dear Ella, Logan once had a man shot simply for daring to look at him the wrong way?” The words, meant to shock, to wound, hung in the air, a shadow between

depths. Was the man I was seeing, the man exposing his vulnerability, his past, capable

to

it was too

a rather splendid party,” Harry began, the mirth in his voice making my skin crawl. “Logan, the ever- passionate lover, found his girlfriend

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