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

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

They were

shifted my attention from Logan and his father, searching for a maternal figure that might bring some semblance of warmth to

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

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

already.” Ema’s voice dripped with disdain inside my head, nearly causing

chance, Ema,” I replied. And yet, this woman’s demeanor was nothing like mine. She was proud, poised, and, in a word, regal. But

Harry’s league by leaps and bounds, and she

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

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

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

deep breath, reminding myself to remain composed. “I believe in wearing what I feel represents me, not

its prey. “Hmm, how quaint. And here I was thinking Logan would want someone a

looks nice on you.” Marina’s lips twitched, a clear sign that my kindness took her off guard. Just then, a familiar voice

beside me, his

up, her demeanor changing in a heartbeat. “Just getting to know your lovely partner,

me closer, his protective stance unmistakable. He said

final, lingering 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

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