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 eyes on me, the whispers

day.

job back? Because that was true, to a certain extent. I didn’t ask for it,

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

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 could

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

How did everyone know? Was

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

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 be careful. I’ve known women who get involved with the Mafia and can’t get out. It’s not

anything about me or my relationship with… anyone. So

shook her head, her eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite place. Pity? Understanding? I watched as she wandered over to the door, pausing

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 abused. You have

like a slap in the face. Was that really what she thought of me? That I was just some spoiled

cold feeling settling in my stomach. Was she right? Was I just playing with

mentioned, the ones who

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

felt overwhelmed, lost,

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

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