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.

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

I’m dealing with some… matters right now. But I’ve sent a car for you,

The thought of once more walking into what might be a

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

He sounded genuinely surprised, 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

was pounding as we hung 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

took a lifetime, but finally, determination won over fear. This contract

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

say, my voice unsteady. He opened the door for me, and I slid into the

seemed both too long and too short, all at the same time. My mind was a whirlwind of questions and

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

“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

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

unusually quiet, the normal hustle and bustle of the servants missing. “This is

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

Brian! Lift it

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

swallowing. “Don’t be ridiculous, Ella,”