His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 293 Trophy Wife

Ella

Inside the grandiose ballroom of the restaurant, with its dimly lit chandeliers and expensive- looking wall hangings, Logan began mingling. A sudden sense of isolation swept over me as I clung to his arm, the only anchor amidst a sea of unknown faces.

“Do you think this is how Moana feels at the events with Edrick?” Ema asked, feeling just as cautious as I did. I imperceptibly shook my head. “No. My dad always cares for her at their events, and it’s not nearly as dangerous. Although, I do remember her telling me how people looked down on her back before she was the Golden Wolf. So maybe this is a little like how she felt back that.. But just a little.”

As we approached groups of men in tailored suits, discussing what I presumed were deals and underworld business, Logan would pause to introduce me. “This is Dahlia,” he would say smoothly, each time keeping his promise to use my pseudonym.

As we continued to navigate through the crowd, my senses became more acute to the conversations around us. While most were: banal or superficial exchanges about the evening or general pleasantries, one particular conversation drew me in. I felt Ema attune her hearing so that I could hear better.

Two men, standing off to the side, were engaged in a heated discussion. Their body language and hushed tones suggested a level of secrecy.

“…I’m telling you, the profits from the ‘W’ trade are skyrocketing,” one of them-a tall, well-built man with a scar tracing his jawline-asserted, glancing around nervously.

a shifty gaze and slicked-back hair, nodded. “Investing in it was the best decision we ever made. No one saw it coming. But you’ve tried it

scarred man chuckled, shaking his head. “Not me, but I’ve seen the effects. Those who have taken it-they’re different. Their wolves, man, they’re…

it’s true, then? The rumors?” “Seems

Logan and I moved past the pair, I leaned closer to him, my voice barely above a

at the two men, then sighed. “It’s a drug, or so they say. Rumors have been swirling around for some time about ‘W’- how it enhances the wolf in

furrowed my brows.

out the wolf’s most primal instincts, magnifying their strengths. Others claim it creates an even more unbreakable bond between man and wolf, causing the two to merge into a single entity. All I know is, it’s dangerous. Highly addictive, and has already caused more

an unnerving curiosity gnawing at

your wolf’s strength, agility, and senses amplified… all of the time, even in human form. It would be intoxicating. But there’s a cost-a heavy one. The body

shiver, I wrapped my arms around myself. “And those two?” I motioned discreetly towards the

face darkened, “Involved in its distribution, most likely. The ‘W’ trade has been lucrative for those

believe it..” I muttered, my mind racing. Logan grabbed my arm gently, guiding me away. “Best to stay clear of people discussing that sort of thing. Trust me, Ella. Nothing

secrets, and ‘W’ was just another shadow lurking in its corners. Yet, despite the clear danger, I couldn’t help but wonder. What was ‘W’? What did it truly do?

in my shoe, uncomfortable and impossible to ignore. Every now and then, my gaze would drift back to the two men, wondering how deep they were in this dark. trade and what other secrets

end, I realized it was not just about ‘W’ but about the entire world that Logan was a part of a

whether I was ready to

I observed the men as they spoke, finding their discussions simultaneously riveting and intimidating. Yet, one thing stood out to me: not many

At first, it felt as if they regarded the women at their side in a similar light- accessories,

began to wane when a burly man with a cigar, presumably a higher-up in the Mafia ranks,

tugging at the corners of his lips. “Much better than the last

growled inside of me. “Crush him,” she snarled. “What a disgusting pig.” Unable to restrain myself, I retorted, “How about you