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.

“Investing in it was the best decision we ever made.

Those who have taken it-they’re different. Their wolves,

man raised an eyebrow. “So it’s true, then? The rumors?” “Seems like it. But I’d be careful. Once you’re on ‘W’, there’s no going

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

or so they say. Rumors have been swirling around for some time about ‘W’-

my brows. “Enhances?

primal instincts, magnifying their strengths. Others claim it creates an even more unbreakable bond between man and wolf, causing the two

glanced back at the two men, an unnerving curiosity gnawing at me. “Why would anyone want

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

those two?”

The ‘W’ trade has been

to stay clear of

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

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

was a part of a world where power struggles were a daily affair, and where lines between right

reevaluate my own position in all of this and whether I was ready to learn more about the shadows that

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

as if they were seeing right past me. At first, it felt as if they regarded the women at their side in a similar light-

patience began to wane when a burly man with a cigar, presumably a higher-up in the Mafia ranks, eyed me up and down in a disturbingly

corners of his lips. “Much better than the last one. She was too skinny and frail, but this

a disgusting pig.” Unable to restrain myself, I retorted, “How about