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.”

are wolf and woman. These women, they’re victims of predators of a different kind. Women should

with theirs,” I whispered out loud, my voice shaky. “If I do something, there could be dire consequences. Not just for

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 swirled

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

barely audible. “What if he’s just playing a part,

of 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 girl who tried to fight the darkness

a feeling more than words. It was a reminder of the bond.

if we stand by, do nothing, the weight of that

scent of the perfumed restroom filling my senses. The realization hit me with a clarity that was jolting. Yes, there was danger. Yes, there was

the strength that Ema provided, I made up my mind. I’d talk to Logan. 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

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, but I felt detached, lost in the stories the escorts had

eyes searching mine. “You were gone for a while. Everything okay?” I hesitated, wondering once more

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

a hand through his dark hair. The fine lines on his face seemed to deepen, as if he was all too familiar

men only see them as objects, thinking their wealth and power lets them

around before leaning closer. “I’ll take care of it,” he promised, his voice laced with a lethal calm. My heart raced. “Are

bosses in this city. If anything, giving someone a lesson will be