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.”

when Ema spoke, there was a gentle conviction in her tone. “We are strong, Ella. We are wolf and

theirs,” I whispered out loud, my voice shaky. “If I do something, there

warm, a stark contrast to the coldness of my fears. “All you need to do is tell Logan.

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 all

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

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

that possibility 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, another story of

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

if we stand by, do nothing,

Yes, there was danger. Yes, there was uncertainty. But the idea of not acting, of letting another woman suffer without

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

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 flowed over me like a rushing river,

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

in there. Escorts. One of them… she

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

these men only see them as objects, thinking their wealth and power lets them get away with treating them

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. “Are you sure? Won’t that cause issues

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