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.”

and when Ema 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

shaky. “If I do something, there could be dire consequences. Not just for me, but

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

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

had been planted by the whispered tales of the escorts about

if he really is just like them?” I questioned, my voice barely audible. “What if he’s just playing

was crushing. What 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,

a feeling more than words. It was a reminder of the bond. we shared, the strength that came from being

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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

I made up my mind. I’d talk to Logan. Regardless of the outcome, I had to try. Because the

back out into the main area, the voices and laughter from the ballroom

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

met some girls in there. Escorts. One of them… she

face seemed to deepen, as if he was all too familiar

crossing his features. “Some of these men only see them as

hurt these girls without consequences, Logan,” I countered, my voice shaking. Logan glanced around before leaning closer. “I’ll take care of

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