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.

morning, I made my way to work, my heart heavy with dread. The moment I walked through the doors, I could feel the eyes on me, the whispers and glances

boss the other day. He had his arm around

had used my ‘boyfriend’ to intimidate Mr. Henderson into giving me my old job back? Because that was true, to a certain

knowing

your chance to redeem yourself, I thought. “I… um… I’m glad that Mr. Henderson agreed to give me

“Sure. By the way, is it true that you’re from that ‘Morgan’ family? And that you’re dating a Mafia

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

private business, Sarah,” I said, my voice as cold as I could

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. It’s not a game,

snapped, my voice rising slightly. “You don’t know anything about me or my relationship with… anyone. So maybe you should

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

like those poor sex workers or poverty-stricken women who are used and abused.

she thought of me?

her walk away, a cold feeling settling in my stomach. Was she right? Was I just playing with fire, too blind to

different from those women she had mentioned, the ones who had

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

situation was starting to sink in, and I felt overwhelmed, lost,

had just listened to my parents that night and called an Uber. Maybe then I would have avoided

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