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.

through the doors, I could feel the eyes on me, the whispers and glances following me

with a Mafia boss the other day. He had his arm around my

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

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

weak 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 I asked him if I

her coffee cup a little tighter, her knowing smirk growing on her face. “Sure. By the way, is it true that

pounding in my chest. How did everyone know? Was my

business, Sarah,” I said, my voice as cold as I could make it. “I don’t see why it’s

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

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

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

then, Ella,” she said. “You come from affluence. You’re not like those poor sex

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

with a response, she left. I watched her walk away, a cold feeling settling in my stomach. Was

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

with guilt. What had I gotten myself

my face in my hands, tears welling in my eyes. The reality of my situation was starting to sink in, and I felt overwhelmed, lost, and utterly alone. A pawn in a game

that night and called an Uber. Maybe then I would have avoided all of