His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 278 Warning Signs

Ella

I arrived home that night, the weight of the evening still heavy on my shoulders. The glittering chandeliers, the fancy gowns, the laughter and chatter of the party all seemed like a distant dream as I stood in my dimly lit apartment, still wearing my beautiful white dress.

The words Logan had spoken to me on the drive home lingered in my mind, a soothing balm to the chaos of emotions I felt. His promise that no one would get hurt, the determination in his eyes, it somehow made me feel a little better. But could I really trust him?

I unzipped my beautiful white dress and let it fall to the floor, my reflection in the mirror looking pale and lost.

Logan was a part of a world I knew nothing about, a world that seemed both thrilling and terrifying. What would my parents think if they ever found out? What would they say if they knew I was pretending to be involved with a Mafia boss?

I shuddered at the thought, realizing with a sickening feeling that I could never tell them the truth. I was alone in this, completely and utterly alone. Even my wolf wouldn’t talk to me after our last conversation.

my heart heavy with dread. The moment I walked through the doors, I could feel the

for walking in with a Mafia boss the other day. He had his arm around my shoulders… It

giving me my old job back? Because that was true, to a certain extent. I didn’t ask for it, but Logan had threatened my boss. He could lie about it all he wanted,

the breakroom, I ran into a colleague, Sarah, who greeted me with a knowing smirk. “So, Ella,” she said, her voice dripping with malice,

glad to be back.” Now is your chance to redeem yourself, I thought. “I… um… I’m glad that Mr. Henderson agreed to give me a second chance here. I didn’t expect him to be so willing when I asked him if

smirk growing on her face. “Sure. By the way, is it true that you’re from

stared at her, my heart pounding in my chest. How

cold as I could make

laughed, leaning against the counter as she stirred her coffee with a spoon and tapped it loudly against the side of the mug. “Oh, Ella, you always were so secretive. But you know, you should be careful. I’ve known women who get involved with the Mafia and

my voice rising slightly. “You don’t know anything about me or my relationship with…

head, her eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite place. Pity? Understanding? I watched as she

like those poor sex workers or poverty-stricken women who

a slap in the face. Was that really what she thought of me? That I was just some spoiled rich girl, playing games with people’s

come up with a response, she left. I watched her walk away, a cold feeling settling in my stomach. Was she right? Was I just

I really so different from those women she had mentioned, the ones who had no choice but to do what

mind spinning, my heart aching with guilt. What had I gotten myself into? What had I done? Was I really so naive, so careless,

starting to sink in, and I felt overwhelmed, lost, and utterly alone. A pawn in a

that night and called an Uber. Maybe then I would have avoided