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.

The moment I walked through the doors, I could feel the

for walking in with a Mafia boss the other day.

to intimidate Mr. Henderson into giving me my old job back? Because that was true, to a certain extent. I didn’t ask for it, but

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

is your chance to redeem yourself, I thought. “I… um… I’m glad that Mr.

smirk growing on her face. “Sure. By the way,

How did everyone

my voice as cold as I could make it. “I don’t see why

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 can’t get out.

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

Pity? Understanding? I watched as she wandered over to the door, pausing for a

“You come from affluence. You’re not like those poor sex workers or poverty-stricken women who are used

hit me like a slap in the face. Was that really what she thought of me? That

cold feeling settling in my stomach. Was she right? Was I just playing with fire, too blind

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

aching with guilt. What had I gotten myself into? What had I done? Was I really so naive, so

sink in, and I felt overwhelmed, lost, and utterly alone. A pawn in a game that I stupidly got myself involved in, all because of… what? Working late

night and called an Uber. Maybe then I

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