#Chapter 151: The Joy of Cooking

Ella

 

The evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow that filtered through the sheer curtains of my small but cozy apartment. Candles flickered on the dinner table, illuminating the dishes we had prepared together.

 

As I opened a bottle of wine, I felt satisfied, but also a bit of unease. My sister’s safety hinged on this moment. If I didn’t manage to pull through with my plan to make Logan lose out on the Barrett family fortune, th

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