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.”

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

ignore these strange sounds. “We agreed on this. When can

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

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

finally said, trying to muster as much courage as I could. “I won’t

his voice 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

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 world I had

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

shut behind me. As I approached the car, the

He opened the door for me, and I slid

My

found myself almost frozen in my seat, my body refusing to comply with

“Miss Morgan? We’re here.”

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

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

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

only perked up as a familiar voice came into

Lift it

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

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