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.

Logan’s brother, Harry, his voice dripping with honeyed venom, said, “how do you feel about this

with the Morgan family. The union of our families

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

more sinister. I shifted my attention from Logan and his father, searching for a maternal

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

Ella, it’s so nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much. I’m Marina.” Logan’s

with disdain inside my head, nearly causing me to choke on the martini that I was

a chance, Ema,” I replied. And yet, this woman’s demeanor was nothing like mine. She was proud, poised, and, in a word, regal. But Ema was right, there was something off about her… The way that her eyes shifted around when she

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

meet you,” I said, taking her delicate, outstretched hand. Almost immediately, Marina jumped

to my dress with the hand. that I just shook while her other hand gently held a martini glass. “Though, I must say, I’m rather surprised you

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

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

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

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

alright here?” Logan appeared beside me, his presence immediately commanding

straightened up, her demeanor changing in a heartbeat. “Just getting to know

He said nothing. Marina, not one to be easily subdued, lifted her chin defiantly. “Anyway… Enjoy

a final, lingering look at me, she walked away, leaving a trail of whispered conversations in her

cheeks. I quickly leaned