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.

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

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

a hint of sarcasm in my voice. “How could I forget? With her father’s questionable legal dealings, you

always hated it. I

he said after a moment of hesitation. “Her

felt misplaced when Harry said it. 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, I dreamt of the day the word ‘Mafia’ would no longer define

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

a brief, “Goodnight, Harry,” and hung up, my grip

was my older brother, only older by a year, but you would have thought that he had decades on me by

he would make more money during those days. when he was in

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 cash to keep gold

newest wife would disappear once she got a few

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

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 no guarantees in this

my window cast a silvery glow on everything it touched. I had always dismissed tales of the Moon Goddess, but tonight, in my vulnerable state, I found myself wishing.

by my tossing and turning. Ella plagued my mind. Her fiery attitude, her round lips, her long honey-golden hair,

running my hand repeatedly through my hair. But

of determination. “I’ll be your lawyer,” she declared. The weight

a moment. I pictured her on the other end of the phone, her