His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 280 Contracts & Promises

Ella

The sun’s late afternoon light spilled into my office, casting long golden fingers over the documents I had meticulously drafted the previous night and spent all morning working on. I sipped on a cup of coffee, its bitter tang juxtaposed against the heavy sweetness of my lingering doubt.

Instead of spending the day working on my case with Logan, which I should have been doing, I spent it writing up this contract. Every word, every line, every clause had to be absolutely perfect. I had to protect myself, and this was the best way that I knew how.

But in reality, what was I really doing? Could a simple contract-a piece of paper-really guarantee my safety in a world so deeply entrenched in intrigue and power plays?

Of course, Logan was late. He was supposed to meet me at my office an hour ago, but he never showed. I figured that it would be just like him, to make this promise and then ghost me without signing the contract.

Just as I was engrossing myself in a particularly tricky clause, my phone buzzed. I almost jumped, spilling a few drops of coffee onto the corner of my desk. Anxiously wiping it away, I answered. “Hello?”

“It’s Logan.”

shouted orders, a revving engine, and something that sounded like metal clanging

ready,” I said, choosing to ignore these strange sounds. “We agreed on this. When can you

I’d be there already, and I’m sorry. But I’m dealing with some… matters right now. But I’ve sent a car for you, and I called to check since it should

Sarah’s chilling words from yesterday. The thought of

courage as I could. “I won’t fall for any

You don’t need to come, but the car is there anyway. If you change your mind, get in and my driver will take you here.

the phone. Was I really going to do this? Was I going to trust him? The papers on my desk seemed to mock me, the inked

it took a lifetime, but finally, determination won over fear. This contract needed to be signed as soon

door clicking shut behind me. As I approached the car, the driver looked

voice unsteady. He opened the door for me, and I

mansion seemed both too long and too short, all at the same time. My mind was a whirlwind of questions

my body refusing to comply with my brain’s command to move. The driver had to clear his throat

“Miss Morgan? We’re here.”

The grandeur of Logan’s mansion never failed to take my breath away, but today, it felt different. It felt like I was stepping into a lion’s den, voluntarily. “Logan’s in the basement,” the driver informed me as

and concerned. “Yes, Miss. Just follow the

emptiness. It was unusually quiet, the normal hustle and bustle of the servants missing. “This is

who was finally speaking to me again, only

Brian! Lift it

sounded like a clatter of metal and a muttered curse coming from the basement. I quickened my pace, my curiosity piqued, and peered down into the darkness. There was a set of wooden stairs leading down, and I could see shadows moving around. They appeared

“Don’t be ridiculous, Ella,” my wolf’s voice responded.