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.”

a gentle conviction in her tone. “We are strong, Ella. We are wolf and woman. These women, they’re victims of predators of a

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

“All you need to do is tell Logan. Perhaps

sweet words from earlier that night, memories

had been planted by the whispered tales of the escorts about the unpredictable nature of men

if he’s just playing a part, portraying himself as sweet and caring, but

to Logan was the trigger, the thing that unveiled his true nature? What if I ended up becoming another whispered tale among these women, another story of a girl who tried to

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

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

there was danger. Yes, there was uncertainty. But the idea of not acting,

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

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 detached, lost in the stories the escorts had

hesitated, wondering once more if I should share. But the

One of them… she had a

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

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

glanced around before leaning closer. “I’ll take care of it,” he promised, his voice laced with a lethal calm. My heart raced. “Are you sure? Won’t that

the biggest Mafia bosses in this city. If anything,