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.”

her tone. “We are strong, Ella. We are wolf and

loud, my voice shaky. “If I do something, there could

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 we’ve seen, he cares about you. He can

out a shaky breath. Images of Logan’s tender touches and sweet words from earlier

by the whispered tales

I questioned, my voice barely audible. “What if he’s just playing a part, portraying himself as sweet and caring, but beneath the facade, he’s just another

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

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

Ella. But if we stand by, do nothing, 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

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 the world outside,

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

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

some girls in there. Escorts. One

a hand through his dark hair. The fine lines on his face seemed to deepen, as if

of these men only see them as objects, thinking their wealth

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.

Mafia bosses in this city. If anything, giving someone a lesson will be entertainment for most of