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.”

a revving engine, and something

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

a momentary pause. “Look, I 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

mind instantly flashing back to Sarah’s chilling words from yesterday. The thought of

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

“Ella, you think I’m trapping you? 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. I promise I’m not the boogeyman, or

on my desk seemed to mock me, the inked contract a stark reminder of the games

a lifetime, but finally, determination won over fear. This contract needed to be

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

for me, and I slid into the plush back seat, my

too long and too short, all at the same time. My mind was a whirlwind of questions and uncertainties, each mile that passed adding to the growing

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

“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 different. It felt like I was stepping into a lion’s den, voluntarily. “Logan’s in the basement,”

echoed, both surprised and concerned. “Yes, Miss. Just follow the

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

who was finally speaking to me again, only perked up as a familiar

Lift

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 seemed to be dragging something heavy across the

“Don’t be ridiculous, Ella,”