His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 278

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.

dread. The moment I walked through the doors, I

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

true, to a certain extent. I didn’t ask for

who greeted me with a knowing smirk. “So, Ella,” she said,

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

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

in my chest. How did everyone know? Was my

cold as I could make it. “I don’t see why it’s any concern

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

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

quite place. Pity? Understanding? I watched as she wandered over to the door,

she said. “You come from affluence. You’re not like those poor sex workers

a slap in the face. Was that really what she thought of me? That I was just some

a cold feeling settling in my stomach. Was she right? Was I just playing with fire, too blind to see the danger I was putting myself

I really so different from those women she had mentioned, the ones who had no

my heart aching with guilt. What had I gotten myself into? What had

my face in my hands, tears welling in my eyes. The reality of my situation was starting to sink in, and I felt overwhelmed,

night and called an Uber. Maybe then I would have avoided all of this. I never would

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