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.”

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

have the contract ready,” I said, choosing to ignore these strange sounds. “We agreed

some… matters right now. But I’ve sent a

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

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

rising. “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

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

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

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

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

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

finally arrived, I 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.”

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.

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

again, only perked up as a familiar voice came into

Lift it

the darkness. There was a set of wooden stairs leading down, and I could see shadows moving

to myself, swallowing. “Don’t be ridiculous, Ella,” my wolf’s