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.

nodded. “Investing in it was the best decision we ever made. No one saw it coming. But you’ve tried it yourself,

effects. Those who have taken it-they’re different. Their wolves, man, they’re… enhanced. Stronger, faster, more

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

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

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 kind.

furrowed my brows. “Enhances?

strengths. Others claim it creates an even more unbreakable bond between man and wolf, causing the

glanced back at the two men, an unnerving curiosity gnawing at

the time, even in human form. It would be intoxicating. But there’s a cost-a heavy one. The body

myself. “And those

in its distribution, most likely. The ‘W’ trade has been

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

lurking in its corners. Yet, despite the clear danger, I

like a stone 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

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

this and whether I was ready to learn more about

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

dismissive, as if they were seeing right past me. At first, it felt as if they regarded the women at

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

a good one this 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

growled inside of me. “Crush him,” she snarled. “What a disgusting pig.” Unable to