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.

heavy with dread. The moment I walked through the doors, I could feel the eyes on me,

the other day. He

giving me my old job back? Because that was true, to a certain extent. I didn’t ask for it, but Logan had threatened my boss. He could lie

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

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.

Sarah clenched her coffee cup a little tighter, her knowing smirk growing on her face. “Sure. By the way,

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

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

the side of the mug. “Oh, Ella, you always were

don’t know anything about me or my relationship

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 for

like those poor sex workers or poverty-stricken women who

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

walk away, a cold feeling settling in my stomach. Was she right? Was I just playing with

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

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

and I felt overwhelmed, lost, and utterly alone. A pawn in a

had just listened to my parents that night and called an Uber. Maybe then I would have avoided all of this. I never

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