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 women, they’re victims of predators of a different kind. Women should help women, stand

“If I do something,

“All you need to do is tell Logan. Perhaps he’ll

of Logan’s tender touches and sweet words from earlier that night, memories of our dance in my

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

he’s just playing a part, portraying himself as sweet

nature? What if I ended up becoming another whispered

response was a gentle nudge, a feeling more than words. It was a reminder of the bond.

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

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

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

just witnessed within. As I stepped back out into the main area, the voices and

wondering once more

some girls in there. Escorts. One of them…

The fine lines on his face seemed to deepen, as if he was

sometimes,” 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

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.

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