His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 267 A Lonely Place

Logan

The chilly wind that night was relentless, and as I stepped out of the car, I felt a pang of emptiness as I looked up at my dark mansion. The ever-present guards flanked my home, silent statues in their tailored suits.

Their stillness was deceiving, because beneath the calm exterior, they were ready to leap into. action at any moment. All it would take was one order from me. The fight that ensued earlier when they stupidly kidnapped Ella was proof of that.

However, even with their presence, I couldn’t help but feel isolated. My home was a testament to my tastes: large, opulent, and overlooking the vast expanse of the sea. But tonight, it felt different.

The house that had been a silent refuge now. echoed the solitude of my thoughts. Why was it that just a short meeting with Ella made everything seem so… incomplete?

As I walked through the spacious rooms, I noted the intentional lack of decor. A deliberate choice. The walls held memories, some that I preferred to forget. To fill them with decorations would be to acknowledge those very memories that I was trying to bury.

my thoughts, my phone rang, its shrill tone shattering the stillness. It was

“I’m hosting a little soirée to introduce

sarcasm in my voice. “How could I forget?

his face contorted in that infuriating smile. I always hated it.

after a moment of

Our objectives were far apart. He craved power, money, dominance. I… I wanted out. Out of this life that had stolen my childhood, torn apart my family. Every day,

chuckled, that maddening laugh that always set me on edge. “Although, it might be awkward for you to show up alone. No need

than I cared to admit. I retorted with a brief, “Goodnight, Harry,” and hung

older brother, only older by a year, but you would have thought that he had decades on me by the way that he looked down on me. He was

Harry was the type to do it perfectly. In fact, he would make more money during those days. when he was in charge. If you needed

about him. My entire life was nothing but one giant pissing contest with Harry. At least I had one hold over him: I was more handsome. Taller. Better with the ladies. He only ever had wives because he wasn’t afraid to shell out

once she got a few luxury cars and a mansion

with women. With my looks and money, I knew I

the weight of loneliness bore down on me. My wolf stirred within, urging me to claim Ella, to bring her into my world. But that wasn’t fair to her. If she accepted my offer, I would try my best, but there were

but tonight, in my vulnerable state, I found myself wishing. Hoping that Ella would see beyond the shadows of my past and stand with me in my quest

and turning. Ella plagued my mind. Her fiery attitude, her round lips, her long honey-golden hair, her piercing gray eyes… God, how could I be sent the perfect mate, only for her to hate me right

morning and laid there for a few minutes, running my hand repeatedly through my hair. But before I could sink

hesitant, held an edge of determination. “I’ll be your lawyer,”

end of the phone, her face beet