His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 294 Out Of Element

Ella

The ballroom dazzled, and it wasn’t just because of the opulent chandeliers dripping with crystals or the intricately patterned marble floors. It was the undercurrents of power and danger, the whispered exchanges and sidelong glances. Every single person seemed important in ways I didn’t understand, and every conversation felt weightier than it should.

Logan led me around the room, his charm a palpable force. I couldn’t help but watch him, part in awe and part in apprehension, as he interacted effortlessly with those around him. As we weaved through the crowd, a loud, boisterous voice pulled us into an unwanted spotlight.

“Logan!” A tall man with an ostentatious suit grinned widely, slapping Logan’s back with a hearty laugh. “Who’s this stunner you’ve got with you? Another fleeting diversion?”

Logan’s face tightened for just a split second before he responded, his voice dripping with controlled authority. “This is Dahlia. My girl.”

A peculiar warmth flooded my cheeks, and I felt something unexpected surge deep within me. My wolf stirred, reacting with a fierce possessiveness to Logan’s declaration. There was an almost overpowering urge to bridge the

small gap between us, to press my lips to his and mark him as mine. Ema growled softly, urging me to claim what she saw as rightfully ours.

“No,” I forcefully told her. “Not now. Not here.”

whirlwind of emotions, I nearly missed Logan’s concerned gaze. “Ella?

to refocus. “I’m just taking it all in, I lied, offering a smile I hoped was convincing. He eyed me, not fooled for a

through his eyes, a never-ending battlefield of politics and power plays. “I don’t hate it,” I

his eyes. remained dark and serious. “Trust me, I know. It’s like being in a nest of vipers, every single time. But it’ll end soon. And I promise to steer

toward him that was becoming increasingly difficult to

grip on my hand, pulling me closer to his side,

evening continued its relentless march, the weight of everything my internal battles, the overbearing atmosphere-threatened to

lightly brushing a strand of hair out of my

the time you

away, heading towards the restroom. When I pushed open the door, I was met by a stark contrast to the opulent ballroom. The restroom was an oasis of soft, ambient lighting

sobs. I hesitated, but my empathy overrode my sense of privacy. Three women stood near a gilded mirror, one crying softly while

my reflection meeting theirs in the mirror. “Is everything okay?” The crying girl, her

with resignation. One of her friends, a tall blonde with a

this?” I demanded. The third girl, with chestnut

to straighten. up. “It doesn’t matter. They’re all

our moments of genuine connection. Lina smirked bitterly, wincing

felt my cheeks flush, not from embarrassment, but from the stark reminder of my own privilege, whether it was fake or not. “No, I’m a… girlfriend.

a sardonic smile playing on her lips. “Lucky you.

calling it like I see it. We all have our roles here.” I wet a washcloth with cold water, offering it to

the cloth gratefully, pressing it against her eye. “Thanks,” she mumbled. The three of them exchanged glances. I felt like I’d unwittingly stumbled into a world I didn’t quite

eyes studying me, “do you love him?

hesitated, caught off guard by the directness of her question. “It’s…