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.

The moment I walked through the doors,

were judging me for walking in with a Mafia boss the other day. He had his arm around my shoulders… It still made

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

colleague, Sarah, who greeted me with a knowing smirk.

Mr.

her face. “Sure. By

How did everyone know? Was my private life really

I could make it. “I don’t see why it’s any

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

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

place. Pity? Understanding? I watched as she wandered over to the

must be lucky then, Ella,” she said. “You come from affluence. You’re not like those

Was that really what she thought of me?

I could come up with a response, she left. I watched her walk away, a cold feeling settling in my stomach. Was she right? Was I just playing with fire, too blind to see the danger I was putting

had mentioned, the ones who had no choice but to do

sat down, my mind spinning, my heart aching with guilt. What had I gotten myself into? What had I done? Was I really so naive, so careless, so

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 I stupidly got myself involved in,

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