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.”

in her tone. “We are strong, Ella. We are wolf and woman. These women, they’re victims of predators

I do something, there could be dire consequences. Not just for me, but for

the coldness of my fears. “All you need to do is tell Logan. Perhaps he’ll have

tender touches and sweet words from earlier that

fear, one that had been planted by the whispered

voice barely audible. “What if he’s just playing a part, portraying himself as sweet and caring, but beneath the facade, he’s just another

to Logan was the trigger, the thing that unveiled his true nature? What if I ended up becoming another whispered tale among these women, another story of a girl who tried to fight the darkness

than words. It was a reminder

if we stand by, do nothing, the

scent of the perfumed restroom filling my senses. The realization hit me with a clarity that was jolting. Yes, there was danger. Yes, there was uncertainty. But the idea of not acting, of letting another woman suffer without trying to help, felt like a

made up my mind. I’d talk to Logan. Regardless of the outcome, I had to try. Because

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,

wondering once more if I should share. But the memory of Lina’s pained, blackened eye, and my wolf’s urgency, made me blurt

met some girls in there. Escorts. One

through his dark hair. The fine lines on his face seemed to deepen,

of these men only see them as objects, thinking their wealth and power

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.

in this city. If anything, giving someone a lesson will be