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.”

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

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

know I promised 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 be there by now. Come

The thought of once more walking into what might be a lion’s den made

as I could. “I won’t fall for

anyway. If you change your mind, get in and my driver will take you here. I promise I’m not the boogeyman, or whatever it is that you think I

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 were part and parcel of this

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

clicking shut behind me. As I approached the car, the driver looked up and gave a

to say, my voice unsteady. He opened the door for me, and I slid into the plush back seat, my heart in my

short, all at the same time. My mind was a whirlwind

myself almost frozen in my seat, my body refusing to comply with my brain’s command to move. The driver had to clear his

“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

basement?” I echoed, both surprised and concerned.

normal hustle and bustle

to me again, only perked

Brian! Lift it

by what 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 to be banging

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