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 this new alliance with

turned to 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

own family gatherings. They were

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 of warmth to this icy

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 on my

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

Ema’s voice dripped with disdain inside my head, nearly causing me

like mine. She was proud, poised, and, in a word, regal. But

calculating. She was out of Harry’s league by leaps and bounds, and she was an Alpha, too. I doubted

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

my dress with the hand. that I just shook while her other hand gently held a martini glass.

a simple yet elegant piece that I had felt proud to wear. It

believe in wearing what I feel represents me, not just what’s in fashion or

how quaint. And here I was thinking Logan would want someone a bit more

lips twitched, a clear sign that my kindness

Logan appeared beside me, his presence

“Just getting

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

look at me, she walked away, leaving a trail of whispered conversations in her wake. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was

I whispered to Logan. He pressed a soft kiss on my temple. An act for the onlookers, really, but intimate enough to cause a 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 notice, too distracted by the stiff atmosphere of the