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.”

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

out loud, my voice shaky. “If I do something,

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

Images of Logan’s tender touches and sweet words from earlier that night, memories of our dance in my living room, it all

whispered tales of the escorts

barely audible. “What if he’s just playing a part, portraying himself

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

than words. It was a reminder of the bond. we shared, the strength

can’t predict the future, Ella. But if we stand by, do nothing, the weight of that inaction might be too much

deeply, 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

Regardless of the outcome, I had to try. Because the true danger wasn’t just in the world outside, it was in the battle raging within-the fight between fear and doing what

my hand seemed in stark contrast to the reality I’d just witnessed within. As I stepped back out into the main

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

Escorts. One of them… she had

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

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

voice shaking. Logan glanced around before leaning closer. “I’ll take care of it,” he promised, his voice laced with a lethal calm. My heart raced. “Are you sure? Won’t that cause

of the biggest Mafia bosses in this city.