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.

my way to work, my heart heavy with dread. The moment I walked through the doors, I

the other day. He had his arm around my shoulders… It still

Mr. Henderson into 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

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

I thought. “I… um… I’m glad that Mr. Henderson agreed to give me a second

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

pounding in my chest. How did

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

it loudly against the side of the mug. “Oh, Ella, you always were so

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

something I couldn’t quite place. Pity? Understanding? I

“You come from affluence. You’re not like those poor

Was that really what she thought of me? That I was

walk away, a cold feeling settling in my stomach. Was she right? Was I just playing

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

sat down, my mind spinning, my heart aching with guilt. What had I gotten myself into? What

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

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

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