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.

voice dripping with honeyed venom, said, “how do you feel about

me with a measured smile. “I am 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 partnership is

my own family gatherings. They were always filled with warmth,

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

but I hesitated to ask Logan directly. Then, a voice, sugary with a hint of mockery, cut through my thoughts as

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

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

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

Harry’s league

I said, taking her delicate, outstretched hand. Almost immediately, Marina jumped into the

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

a simple yet elegant piece that I had felt proud to

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

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

looks nice on you.” Marina’s lips twitched, a

Logan appeared beside me, his presence

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

me closer, his protective stance unmistakable. He said nothing. Marina, not one to be

away, leaving a trail of whispered conversations in her wake. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I

heat to climb into my cheeks. I quickly leaned away once there weren’t so many eyes on us, and shot Logan a look. He didn’t seem to