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.

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 yourself, right? To see what

me, but I’ve seen the effects. Those

eyebrow. “So it’s true, then? The rumors?” “Seems like it. But I’d be careful. Once you’re on ‘W’,

felt a chill run down my spine. The term ‘W’ resonated in my mind. As Logan and I moved past the pair, I

back at the two men, then sighed. “It’s a drug, or so they say. Rumors have been swirling around for some time

furrowed my brows.

man and wolf, causing the two

gnawing at me. “Why would anyone want to

tilted his head, pondering my question. “Power, mostly. Imagine having your wolf’s strength, agility, and senses amplified… all of the time, even in human form. It would be intoxicating. But there’s a

my arms around myself. “And those two?” I motioned discreetly towards the men discussing the

‘W’ trade

racing. Logan grabbed my arm gently, guiding me away. “Best to stay clear of people discussing that sort of thing. Trust me, Ella.

stepped into that evening was already layered with threats and secrets, and ‘W’ was just another shadow lurking in its

impossible to ignore. Every now and then, my gaze would drift back

end, I realized it was not just about ‘W’ but about the entire world that Logan was a part of a world where power struggles were a daily affair, and where lines between

all of this and whether I was ready to learn more about the

making our rounds, I observed the men as they spoke, finding their discussions simultaneously riveting and intimidating. Yet, one thing stood out to me: not many of them would bother to

felt as if they regarded the

burly man with a cigar, presumably a higher-up in the Mafia ranks, eyed me

commented, a lecherous smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “Much better than the last one. She was too skinny and frail, but this

“What a disgusting pig.” Unable to restrain myself, I retorted, “How about you shove that opinion where the sun.