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.”

the backdrop noisy. I could hear the echo of shouted orders, a revving engine, and something that sounded like metal clanging on metal. Was

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

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

chilling words from yesterday. The thought of once more walking into what might be a lion’s den made my heart

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

need to come, but the car is there anyway. If you change your mind, get in and my driver will take

as we hung up 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 contract a stark reminder of the games and the power plays that

it took a lifetime, but finally, determination won

my apartment, the door clicking shut behind me. As I approached the

voice unsteady. He opened the door for me, and I slid into the plush back seat,

time. My mind was a whirlwind of questions

found myself almost frozen in my seat, my body refusing to comply with my brain’s command to move. The

“Miss Morgan? We’re here.”

out of the car, my legs feeling weak. The grandeur of Logan’s mansion never failed to take my breath away, but today, it felt

basement?” I echoed, both surprised and concerned. “Yes, Miss. Just follow the stairs

my footsteps echoing in the vast emptiness. It was unusually quiet, the normal hustle and

again, only perked

Brian! Lift it

and peered down into the darkness. There was a set of wooden stairs leading down, and I could see shadows moving around. They appeared to be banging on something. I heard grunting, and then the two shadows

I thought to myself, swallowing. “Don’t be ridiculous, Ella,” my wolf’s voice responded. “Do bodies