#Chapter 145: The Scheming Heiress

Ella

Logan glanced at me as though asking for permission. Right now, I wasn’t horribly keen on continuing our conversation about the fake wedding, so I nodded almost imperceptibly, grateful to have a few moments to myself to digest everything.

“Very well,” Logan said with an almost inaudible sigh, turning back to face his brother. “Let’s go.”

“Excellent,” Harry grinned, draping his arm around Logan’s shoulders. I watched as they walked away, but then my stomach sank. Marina wasn’t going with them. Her eyes assessed me, a smile curling her lips as if she were looking at a puzzle she was intent on solving.

“Your dress is… lovely, Ella,” she began, her voice laced with a tinge of something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Was it jealousy? Sarcasm? “It… suits you. Surprisingly.”

Surprisingly?

I can sense the sarcasm in her voice, and for a moment, I want to ask her what she means. Now, more than ever, I wish I had my wolf in the back of my mind to help me navig