His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 295 Black Eyes & White Lies

Ella

The dim light of the restroom cast shadows that danced eerily across the ornate walls. I stood there, staring blankly at the face reflected back at me from the gilded mirror. The hushed. whispers of the escorts in the adjacent stalls echoed painfully in my mind, punctuated by the occasional muted giggle from the ballroom outside.

A world of stark contrasts. My heart thudded painfully, each beat. screaming a desperate question. What could I, Ella, do in a world of opulence, where beneath the surface, darkness thrived?

“Ella.” The soft, husky voice in my mind was familiar, comforting. Ema always seemed to speak up when I was in turmoil, a constant friend and source of reason. “These women… they need our help.

I closed my eyes, trying to still the tumultuous emotions raging within. “It’s not our world, Ema. Interfering might bring danger to us and them.”

are strong, Ella. We are wolf and woman. These women, they’re victims

my voice shaky. “If I do something, there could be

mind was warm, a stark contrast to the coldness of my fears. “All you need to do is tell Logan. Perhaps he’ll have

breath. Images of Logan’s tender touches and sweet words

that had been planted by the whispered tales of the escorts about the unpredictable nature of men tied

them?” I questioned, my voice barely audible. “What if he’s just playing a

of that possibility was crushing. What if bringing this to Logan was the trigger, the thing that unveiled his true nature? What if I ended up

a reminder of the bond. we shared, the strength

future, Ella. But if we stand by, do nothing, the weight of that inaction might be

danger. Yes, there was uncertainty. But the idea of not acting, of letting another woman suffer without trying to help, felt like

I had to try. Because the true danger wasn’t just in the world outside, it was in the battle raging within-the

the main area, the voices and laughter from the ballroom flowed over me like a rushing river, but I felt detached, lost in the stories

wondering once more if

Escorts. One of them… she had a black

hand through his dark hair. The fine lines on his face

them as objects, thinking their wealth and power lets them get away with treating

surprised and relieved by Logan’s response. “They can’t just…. hurt these girls without consequences, Logan,” I countered, my voice shaking. Logan glanced around before leaning closer. “I’ll take care of it,” he promised,

the son of one of the biggest Mafia bosses in this city. If anything, giving someone a lesson will be entertainment for most of these