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.

I walked through the doors, I could feel the eyes on me, the whispers

other day. He had his arm around my shoulders… It still made me feel

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, but

the breakroom, I ran into a colleague, Sarah, who greeted me with a knowing

smile. “Thanks, Sarah. I’m 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

little tighter, her knowing smirk growing on her face. “Sure. By the way, is it true that you’re from that ‘Morgan’ family? And that

at her, my heart pounding in my chest. How did everyone know? Was my

as I

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

like that at all,” I snapped, my voice rising slightly. “You don’t know anything about me or my relationship with… anyone. So maybe you should just keep your opinions

quite place. Pity?

like those poor sex workers or poverty-stricken women who

she thought of me? That I was just some spoiled

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 playing with

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

had I gotten myself into? What had

to sink in, and I felt overwhelmed, lost, and utterly alone. A pawn in a game that I stupidly got myself involved in,

that night and called an Uber. Maybe then I would