His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 273 Family Ties

Ella

The grandeur of Logan’s family estate was unmatched, the chandeliers glistening with thousands of crystals, reflecting the light in the room. I hesitated for a moment on the threshold, taking in the lavish spread of food and guests buzzing with conversation.

My previous assumption had been sorely inaccurate. This was not a mere family dinner. It was a statement, a spectacle. And I was the trophy on his arm, the daughter of the CEO of WereCorp. An accessory.

I put on a smile, though, if only to play my part- just as Logan had requested. It was part of our plan, after all. And after what happened with the billboard, Logan’s motives behind wanting to take down the Mafia were becoming more clear to me.

Logan was ever the commanding presence. Every move he made, every word he uttered, seemed to draw attention. Tonight was no exception. His sharp gaze traveled the room, making sure to make contact with every important person in attendance. It was difficult to find any hint of the melancholy I had glimpsed earlier, maybe I had been mistaken.

But when he was with his father and brother, there was an unmistakable tension. Their discussions, filled with veiled jabs and curt nods, were strictly about business, the sort of gritty dealings that made up the underworld.

Harry, his voice dripping with honeyed venom, said, “how do you feel about this new alliance with

measured smile. “I am delighted to connect with the Morgan family. The union of our families will strengthen

gatherings. They were always filled with warmth, laughter, and

Logan and his father, searching for

spot her. The question of her whereabouts burned in my mind, but I hesitated to ask Logan directly. Then, a voice, sugary with a hint of mockery, cut through my thoughts as I perused the hors d’oeuvres

nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much. I’m Marina.” Logan’s brother’s fiancée stepped forward, her extravagant red dress

her already.” Ema’s voice dripped with disdain inside my head, nearly causing me to choke on the martini that I was sipping

nothing like mine. She was proud, poised, and, in a word, regal. But Ema was right, there

something smarter, more calculating. She was out of Harry’s league by leaps and bounds, and she

her delicate, outstretched hand. Almost immediately, Marina jumped into the typical conversation of

entrance tonight,” she said, gesturing to my dress with the hand. that I just shook while her other hand gently held a martini glass. “Though, I

yet elegant piece that I had felt proud to wear. It was the white dress from the shop, right before the

a deep breath, reminding myself to remain composed. “I believe in wearing what I feel represents me,

thinking Logan would want someone a bit more refined. But I’ve heard he’s always

tense smile. “That color looks nice on you.” Marina’s lips twitched, a clear sign that my

Logan appeared beside me, his

heartbeat. “Just getting to know your lovely partner,

waist, pulling me closer, his protective stance unmistakable. He said nothing. Marina, not one to be easily subdued, lifted her chin defiantly. “Anyway… Enjoy the

whispered conversations in her wake. I let out a

cheeks. I quickly leaned away once