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

is intertwined with theirs,” I whispered out loud, my voice shaky. “If I do

do is tell

leaned against the cold marble sink, letting out 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

was also a lurking fear, one that had been planted by the whispered tales of the escorts about

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 caring, but

if I ended up becoming another whispered tale among these women, another story of a girl who tried to fight the darkness and got

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

the future, Ella. But if we stand by, do nothing, the weight 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

Regardless of the outcome, I had to try. Because the true danger wasn’t just in the world outside, it was in the battle

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

mine. “You were gone for a while. Everything okay?” I hesitated, wondering once more if I should share. But the memory of Lina’s pained, blackened

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

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

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 treating them like

consequences, Logan,” I countered, my voice shaking. Logan glanced around before leaning closer. “I’ll take care of it,”

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