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.

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

for walking in with a Mafia boss the other day. He had his arm

giving me my old job back? Because that was true, to a certain extent. I didn’t

I ran into a colleague, Sarah, who greeted me with a knowing smirk. “So, Ella,” she said, her voice dripping with malice, “welcome

Mr. Henderson agreed

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

How did everyone know? Was

voice as cold as I could make

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 you know, you should

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

couldn’t quite place. Pity? Understanding? I watched as she wandered over

lucky then, Ella,” she said. “You come from affluence. You’re not like those poor sex workers or poverty-stricken women who are used and

thought of me? That I was just some spoiled rich girl,

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

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

guilt. What had I gotten myself into? What had I done? Was I

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 I stupidly got myself involved

to my parents that night and called an Uber. Maybe

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