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 for walking in with a Mafia boss the other day. He had

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 about it

breakroom, I ran into a colleague, Sarah, who greeted me with a knowing smirk. “So,

to be back.” Now is your chance to redeem yourself, I thought. “I… um… I’m glad that Mr.

cup a little tighter, her knowing smirk growing on her face. “Sure. By the way, is it true that you’re

How did

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

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.

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

quite place. Pity? Understanding? I watched as she wandered over to the door, pausing for

affluence. You’re not like those poor sex workers or poverty-stricken women who

that really what she thought of me? That

her walk away, a cold feeling settling in my

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

heart aching with guilt. What had I gotten myself into? What had I done? Was I really so naive, so careless, so

felt overwhelmed, lost, and utterly alone. A pawn

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

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