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.

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

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

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

his father, searching for a maternal figure that might bring some semblance of warmth to this icy

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 the

nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much. I’m Marina.” Logan’s brother’s fiancée stepped forward, her

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

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

out of Harry’s league by leaps and bounds, and she was an Alpha, too. I doubted that money was at

delicate, outstretched hand. Almost immediately,

I just shook while her other hand gently held a martini glass. “Though, I must say, I’m rather surprised you

piece that I had felt proud to

myself to remain composed. “I believe in wearing what I feel represents me, not just what’s

circling me like a shark with its prey. “Hmm, how quaint. And here I was 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 off

alright here?” Logan appeared beside

changing in a heartbeat. “Just getting to know

me closer, his protective stance unmistakable. He said nothing. Marina, not one to be easily subdued, lifted her chin defiantly. “Anyway… Enjoy the

of whispered conversations in her wake. I

on my temple. An act for the onlookers, really, but intimate enough to cause a heat to climb into my cheeks. I quickly leaned