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.

slicked-back hair, nodded. “Investing in it was the best decision we ever

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

haired man raised an eyebrow. “So it’s true, then? The rumors?” “Seems like it. But I’d

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

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 those of our

my brows.

Others claim it creates an even more unbreakable bond between man and wolf, causing the two to merge into a single entity.

unnerving curiosity gnawing at me. “Why would

form. It would be intoxicating. But there’s a cost-a heavy one. The body and mind aren’t meant to handle that kind of constant surge. Many who’ve been

wrapped my arms around myself. “And those two?”

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

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,

was already layered with threats and secrets, and ‘W’ was just another shadow lurking in its corners. Yet, despite the

and then, my gaze would drift back to the

about ‘W’ but about the entire world that Logan was a part of a world where power struggles were a daily

in all of this and whether I was ready

and intimidating. Yet, one thing stood out to me: not many

as if they regarded the women at their side in a similar light- accessories, no more

a cigar, presumably a higher-up in the Mafia ranks, eyed me up and

time, Logan,” he 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