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.”

We are

out loud, my voice shaky. “If I do something, there could be dire

presence in my mind was warm, a stark 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, he cares about you. He can be

out a shaky breath. Images of Logan’s tender touches and sweet words from earlier that night, memories of our

fear, one that had been planted by the whispered tales of the escorts about the

barely audible. “What if he’s just playing a part, portraying himself as sweet and caring,

What if bringing this to Logan was the trigger, the thing that unveiled his true nature? What if

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

stand by, do nothing, the

senses. The realization hit me with a clarity that was jolting. Yes, there was danger. Yes,

to try. Because the true danger wasn’t just in the world outside, it was in the battle raging

As I stepped back out into the main area, the voices and laughter from

once more if I should share. But the memory of Lina’s pained,

there. Escorts. One of them… she

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

sometimes,” 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

by Logan’s response. “They can’t just…. hurt these girls without consequences, Logan,” I countered, my voice shaking. Logan glanced around before leaning closer. “I’ll take

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