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.

I could drown further into the mire of my thoughts, my phone rang, its

with that familiar arrogance, “I’m hosting a little soirée to introduce everyone

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

that infuriating smile. I always hated it. I hated most things

moment of hesitation. “Her family will

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

that always set me on edge. “Although, it might be awkward for you to

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

never gotten along. He was my older brother, only older by a year, but you would have thought that he had decades on

away on vacation, Harry was the type to do it perfectly. In fact, he would make more money during

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

disappear once she

With my looks and money, I knew

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

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 of my past and stand with

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

running my hand repeatedly through my hair. But before

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

my voice. She 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