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.

drown further into the mire of my thoughts, my phone

began, his voice dripping with that familiar arrogance, “I’m hosting a little soirée to introduce everyone to my fiancée. Remember her?

sarcasm in my voice. “How could I forget? With

was a brief silence. I could almost picture him, his face contorted in that infuriating smile. I always hated it. I hated most things about that bastard, but sometimes

of hesitation. “Her family will be beneficial for our

dominance. I… I wanted out. Out of this life that had stolen my childhood, torn apart my family. Every day,

reverie. Then he chuckled, that maddening laugh that always set me on edge.

a brief, “Goodnight, Harry,” and hung up, my grip on the phone a bit tighter than

he had decades on me by the way that he looked down on

more money during those days. when he was in charge. If you needed someone

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

would disappear once she got a few luxury cars and a

wondered if I would have been better off if I had done what he did with women. With my looks and money, I knew I could have any woman I wanted. But I never

shadowed expanse of my room, 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

always dismissed tales of the Moon Goddess, 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

mind. Her fiery attitude, her round lips, her long honey-golden hair, her piercing gray eyes… God, how could I

repeatedly through my hair. But before I could sink deeper into

an edge of determination. “I’ll be your lawyer,” she declared. The weight on my chest

was silent for a moment. I pictured her on the other end of the phone, her face beet red. She didn’t seem to want to notice, but I noticed how quickly she blushed