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.”

spoke, there was a gentle conviction in her tone. “We are strong, Ella. We are wolf and woman. These

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

of my fears. “All you need to do is tell Logan. Perhaps he’ll have advice, or

leaned against the cold marble sink, letting out a shaky breath. Images of Logan’s tender touches and sweet words from earlier that

fear, one that had been planted by the whispered tales of the escorts about the unpredictable nature of men tied to the

if he’s just playing a part, portraying himself as sweet and caring, but beneath the facade, he’s just

his true nature? What if I ended up becoming another whispered tale among

was a reminder of the bond. we shared, the strength

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

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

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

witnessed within. As I stepped back out into the main area, the voices and laughter from the ballroom

Everything okay?” I hesitated, wondering once more if I should share. But

girls in there. Escorts. One of them… she

face seemed to deepen, as if

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

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, his voice laced with a lethal calm. My heart raced.

biggest Mafia bosses in this city. If anything,