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

delighted to connect with the Morgan family. The union of our families will strengthen us, wouldn’t you say, Ella?” Before I could respond, Logan jumped in. “Father is right. This

They were always

was an undercurrent of something more sinister. I shifted my attention from Logan and his father, searching for a maternal figure that might bring some semblance

question of her whereabouts burned in my mind, but I hesitated to ask Logan directly. Then, a voice, sugary

I’m Marina.” Logan’s brother’s fiancée stepped forward, her extravagant

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

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

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

immediately, Marina jumped into the typical conversation of a snarky woman at a

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 must say, I’m rather surprised you wore that dress. Surely someone of your stature could afford something

down at my dress, a simple yet elegant piece that I had felt proud to wear. It was the white dress from the shop,

deep breath, reminding myself to remain composed. “I believe in

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

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

here?” Logan appeared beside me, his presence

demeanor changing in a heartbeat. “Just getting to know your

slid an arm around my waist, pulling me closer, his protective stance unmistakable. He said nothing. Marina, not one to be easily subdued,

she walked away, leaving a trail of whispered conversations in her wake. I let out a breath I

heat to climb into my cheeks. I quickly leaned away once there weren’t so