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

hosting a little soirée to

could I forget? With her father’s questionable legal dealings, you must

picture him, his face contorted in that infuriating smile. I always hated it. I hated most things about that bastard, but sometimes it felt as though

after a moment of hesitation. “Her family will be

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

should come,” Harry continued, his nasally voice breaking through my reverie. 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

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

older by a year, but you would have thought that he had decades on

make more money during those days. when

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 cash to keep gold

this newest wife would disappear once she

if I would have been better off if I had done what he did with women. With my looks and money,

to claim Ella, to bring her into my world. But that wasn’t fair

glow on everything it touched. I had 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

that night, made restless by my tossing 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 off

and laid there for a few minutes, running my hand repeatedly through my hair. But before I could sink deeper into my introspection, the familiar

held an edge of determination. “I’ll be

I pictured her on the other end of the phone, her face beet red. She didn’t seem to want