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 wolf and woman. These women,

loud, my voice shaky. “If I do something, there could be dire consequences. Not just for

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

touches and sweet words from earlier that night,

whispered tales of the escorts about the unpredictable

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

if bringing this 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

was a reminder of the bond. we shared, the strength that came from

by, do nothing, the

clarity that was jolting. Yes, there was danger. Yes, there was uncertainty. But the idea of not acting,

to Logan. Regardless of the outcome, I had to try. Because the true danger wasn’t just in the world

opulent restroom’s door against my hand seemed in stark contrast to the reality 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,

clear eyes searching mine. “You were gone for a while. Everything okay?” I hesitated, wondering once more if I should share. But

in there. Escorts. One of

his dark hair. The fine lines on his face seemed to deepen, as if he was all

“Some of these men only see them as

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. “Are you sure? Won’t that cause

Mafia bosses in this city. If anything, giving someone