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.”

gentle conviction in her tone. “We are strong, Ella. We are wolf and

voice shaky. “If I do something, there could

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,

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 swirled in my

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

like them?” I questioned, my voice barely audible. “What if he’s just playing a part, portraying himself as sweet and caring,

thing that unveiled his true nature? What if I ended up becoming another whispered tale among

nudge, a feeling more than words. It was a reminder of the

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

Regardless of the outcome, I had to try. Because the true danger wasn’t just in the world outside, it was in the battle raging within-the fight between fear and doing what was

witnessed within. As I stepped back out into the main area, the voices and laughter from the ballroom flowed over me like

his clear eyes searching 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,

in there. Escorts. One

fine lines on his face seemed to deepen, as if he

murmured, a shadow crossing his features. “Some of these men only see them

I countered, my voice shaking. Logan glanced around before leaning closer. “I’ll take care of it,” he promised, his voice laced with a

the son of one of the biggest Mafia bosses in this city. If anything, giving someone