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.”

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 should help

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

to do is tell Logan. Perhaps he’ll have advice, or maybe he’ll act on it. From what we’ve

cold marble sink, letting out a shaky breath. Images of Logan’s tender touches and sweet

whispered tales of the escorts about the unpredictable nature of men

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 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 girl who tried to fight the darkness and got

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

we stand by, do nothing, the weight of that inaction might

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

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

in stark contrast to the reality I’d just witnessed within. As I stepped back out into the main area, the voices and

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

Escorts. One of them…

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

them as objects, thinking their wealth

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

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