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 woman. These

“If I do something, there

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

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

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

if he’s just playing a part, portraying himself as sweet and caring, but beneath the facade,

nature? What if I ended up becoming another whispered tale among these women, another story of a girl who tried

more than words. It was a reminder of the

can’t predict the future, Ella. But if we stand by, do nothing,

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

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

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

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

One of them… she had

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

sometimes,” he murmured, a shadow crossing his features. “Some of these men only see them as objects, thinking their wealth and power

before leaning closer. “I’ll take care of it,” he promised, his

this city. If anything, giving someone a lesson will