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.

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

were judging me for walking in with a Mafia boss the other day. He

had used my ‘boyfriend’ to intimidate Mr. Henderson into giving me my old job back? Because that was true, to a certain extent. I didn’t ask for it,

a knowing smirk. “So,

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

her coffee cup a 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

in my chest. How did everyone know? Was

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

as she stirred her coffee with a spoon and tapped it loudly against the side of the mug. “Oh, Ella, you always were

rising slightly. “You don’t know anything about me or my relationship with… anyone. So maybe you should just keep your opinions to

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

said. “You come from affluence. You’re not like those poor sex workers or poverty-stricken women who are

really what she thought of me? That I was just some spoiled rich

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

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

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

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 in, all because of… what? Working

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