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.”

strong, Ella. We are wolf and woman. These women, they’re

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

to do is tell Logan. Perhaps

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

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

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

true nature? What if I ended up becoming another whispered tale among these women, another story of a girl who tried to fight the

feeling more than words. It was a reminder

predict the future, Ella. But if we stand by, do nothing, the weight of that inaction might be too much to

inhaled 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 to help, felt like a betrayal to my

Because the true danger wasn’t

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

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

Escorts. One of

lines on his face seemed to deepen, as if he was all too familiar with stories

he murmured, a shadow crossing his features. “Some of these men only see them as objects, thinking their wealth and power lets them get away with

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

“Ella, I’m the son of one of the biggest Mafia bosses in this city. If anything, giving someone a lesson will