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.

walked through the doors, I could

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

to a certain extent. I didn’t ask for it, but Logan had threatened my boss.

me with a knowing smirk. “So, Ella,” she said, her voice dripping with malice, “welcome back

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

smirk growing on her face. “Sure. By the way, is it true that you’re from

chest. How did everyone know? Was my private

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

the side of the mug. “Oh, Ella, you always were so secretive. But you know,

not like that at all,” I snapped, my voice rising slightly. “You don’t know anything about me or my

place. Pity? Understanding? I watched

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

a slap in the face. Was that really what she thought of

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

different from those women she had mentioned, the ones who

What had I gotten myself into? What had I done? Was I really so naive,

reality of my situation was starting to sink in, and I felt

Uber. Maybe then I would have avoided all of

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