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My Mafia Mate #Chapter 249: Something Borrowed
EllaThe reception hall was filled with the soft, warm glow of hundreds of candles, and the sound of gentle music filled the space. It really was everything that we had wanted. The wedding planner had outdone herself.“What do you think?” Logan asked, holding my hand as we meandered around the room. “Quite the party, huh?”
My Mafia Mate #Chapter 250: My Mafia Mate
EllaThe reception was in full swing, the air filled with the soft sound of music, the clinking of cutlery and champagne glasses, and the pleasant murmur of guests. It was the perfect night, too; the sun had set, and the air outside had cooled to a pleasant temperature as the crickets and cicadas sang.Walking hand in hand with Logan, we approached the multi-tiered wedding cake. It was unbelievably tall, adorned with carefully piped flowers and leaves. There were two little figures at th
My Mafia Mate #Chapter 1: The Path of Fate
EllaIt was well past midnight, and I was still stuck in the office. The glare of my laptop screen was almost a comfort, a sign that I was working hard, that I was progressing.“Almost done,” I murmured to myself with a sigh as I rubbed my tired eyes.Such was life for me, though. At this point, I was getting used to spending all of my time here at the law firm.As a rookie lawyer, I never expected to be treated like a queen, but surely they could see me for more than their errand runner?“Could you get these photocopied for me, Ella?” James had asked earlier that day, handing over a stack of case files as if it was just assumed that I would be the one to do it.And so I did, along with a dozen other tasks that didn't particularly scream ‘lawyer’. But I believed, perhaps foolishly, that perseverance would earn me respect and better opportunities.It was my first year out of law school, after all. What did I expect?The soft hum of the janitor’s vacuum cleaner interrupted my thoughts.
My Mafia Mate #Chapter 2: Bold Offer
Ella“It’s him,” my wolf, Ema, hissed inside my head. “Our mate.”“It can’t be,” I responded. “This stranger? You must be wrong.”And yet, as I stared up at the man, his piercing eyes bore into mine with an intensity I had never experienced. He was breathtakingly handsome.“My wolf senses you must be my mate,” he murmured, voice a husky whisper.So my wolf was right. His wolf sensed it, too.For a moment, everything around us faded. Our lips met, and the world seemed to catch fire.This wasn't any ordinary kiss—it was fueled by the blessing of the mate bond, a once-in-a-lifetime connection in today's overpopulated werewolf world.My parents, being fated mates themselves, had always told me about the overwhelming pull of the bond. I had never truly believed it until now.As our lips locked, electricity surged between us. Each touch sparked a fire that threatened to consume us both.It wasn’t just a melding of mouths. It was a collision of two souls recognizing each other across lifetim
My Mafia Mate #Chapter 3: A Bad Match
LoganTwo days before that life-altering encounter with the peasant girl on the street, my assistant had dropped a file on my desk.“Sir,” she started, clearing her throat. “I thought you might want to know that Edrick Morgan’s daughter, Ella, has relocated to the city. She’s working at a local law firm.”A smirk tugged at my lips. “Thanks, Susan,” I said, taking the file with excitement burning in my fingers.Susan, my ever-loyal secretary—a young, pretty woman with a roundness to her body in all the right places, more eye candy for myself than anything, if I was being honest—smiled and walked out of the room.I flipped open the file and grinned with satisfaction.If there was one thing that would put me ahead of my brother in the never-ending game of power and influence, it was Ella. My brother was always better than me, always quicker to accomplish major goals in life.But he hadn’t married anyone of any importance yet, despite the fact that he had already been married and divorced
My Mafia Mate #Chapter 4: On the Bright Side
EllaThe memories of the previous night crept in as I stirred awake, the rays of morning light filtering through the heavy curtains of my apartment.I groaned, burying my face into the soft pillow. I had finally met him—my fated mate. The universe’s way of telling me that I had found ‘the one’. Every werewolf’s dream, and a real blessing now in this overpopulated world. It was becoming more and more rare to find one’s fated mate, and I had just stumbled across mine in the dead of night.Yet, the universe sure had a sick sense of humor.My first reaction had been elation. That deep, primal joy from finding one’s other half. But then he opened his mouth and ruined everything.To think that he had the audacity to not only assume that I was lesser-than for being a ‘peasant’, but also that I was only worthy of being his mistress…My fingers curled into fists at the memory.“Take your million dollars a year and shove it where the sun don’t shine!” I shouted at him, raising my hand in a sing
My Mafia Mate #Chapter 5: Unlikely Encounters
EllaWith my boss’s directive, the rest of the day was uncharacteristically light for me.There was an odd sense of liberation, knowing that the usual tasks weren’t waiting for me. I ventured into the heart of the city, selecting a sophisticated yet sharp charcoal-gray suit. As I felt the smooth fabric against my skin, I thought that I definitely needed this upgrade.Returning to the firm, I noticed my colleagues glancing curiously at me. Their confusion was understandable; they weren’t used to seeing me so relaxed and unburdened.Sarah, on the other hand, sulked by her desk without a word. She was surrounded by a sea of papers, and looked utterly overwhelmed. I felt a little bad for her.“Hey,” I said quietly as I made my way up to her. “Want some help?”Sarah’s face turned red. “Not from you,” she hissed. “Why did you have to go and tattle? It’s not like I ask for help from you because I look down on you or anything. It’s just… Well, I normally have better clients than you do.”I to
My Mafia Mate #Chapter 6: Intentions
Ella“...Miss Morgan. Good evening.”As the words left the familiar man’s mouth, I felt a pang of unease. The empty top floor of the restaurant was eerily silent, amplifying my growing discomfort.The smoky scent of the warm charcoal fire, the soft crackling of the wood, the distant clinking of silverware, everything seemed to halt as he muttered my name.“Ella Morgan,” he repeated, his eyes flickering with uncertainty and something akin to regret. “You’re Ella Morgan?”“Yes,” I answered slowly, my heart pounding. “You’re Mr. Barrett?”The man’s face almost seemed to blanch a little more. “Yes. Logan Barrett. There… is no other Ella Morgan around here, is there?”I couldn’t help but give him a strange look. “No,” I replied, furrowing my brow. “I mean… I don’t think so, at least.”I watched as he spun around, frustration etched on his face. He muttered something under his breath, the harsh undertone a stark contrast to the serene ambiance.My mind raced with a myriad of thoughts.“It’s
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