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.”

was a pause, and when Ema spoke, there was a gentle conviction in her tone. “We are strong, Ella. We are wolf and woman. These women, they’re victims of predators of a different kind. Women should help women, stand together, protect each

out loud, my voice shaky. “If I do something, there could be dire consequences.

my mind was warm, a stark contrast to the coldness of my fears. “All you need to do is tell Logan. Perhaps he’ll have advice, or maybe he’ll act on it. From what we’ve seen, he

out a shaky breath. Images of Logan’s tender touches and sweet words from earlier that night, memories of our

been planted by the whispered tales of the escorts

like them?” I questioned, my voice barely audible. “What if he’s just playing a part, portraying himself as sweet and caring, but beneath

that unveiled his true nature? What if I ended up becoming another whispered tale among these women, another story of

than words. It was a reminder of the bond.

can’t predict the future, Ella. But if we stand by, do

jolting. Yes, there was danger. Yes, there was uncertainty. But the

Ema provided, I made up my mind. I’d talk to Logan. Regardless of the outcome, I had to try. Because the true danger wasn’t just in

I’d just witnessed within. As I stepped back out into the main area, the voices and laughter from the ballroom flowed over me like a rushing river, but I felt detached, lost

hesitated, wondering once more if I should share. But the memory of Lina’s pained, blackened

met some girls in there. Escorts. One of them… she had a black

running a hand through his dark hair. The fine lines on his face seemed to deepen, as if he was all too familiar with stories

these men only see them as

Logan glanced around before leaning closer. “I’ll take care of it,” he promised, his

the son of one of the biggest Mafia bosses in this city. If anything, giving someone a lesson will