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.”

engine, and something that sounded like metal

ignore these strange

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

flashing back to Sarah’s chilling words from yesterday. The thought of once more walking into what might

I could. “I won’t fall for

need to come, but the car is there 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

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

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

out of my apartment, the door clicking shut behind me. As I approached the car, the driver looked up and gave a

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

the same time. My mind was a

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

“Miss Morgan? We’re here.”

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

concerned. “Yes, Miss. Just follow the stairs

the normal hustle and bustle of the servants missing. “This is stupid, Ella,” I thought to myself, chewing

to me again, only perked up as a familiar voice came into

Lift

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

myself, swallowing. “Don’t be ridiculous, Ella,” my wolf’s voice responded. “Do bodies sound metallic when