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 strong, Ella. We are wolf and woman. These women, they’re victims of predators of a different kind. Women should help women, stand together, protect

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

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

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

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

questioned, my voice barely audible. “What if he’s just playing a

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

a gentle nudge, a feeling more than words. It was a reminder of the bond. we shared,

can’t predict the future, Ella. But if we stand by, do

with a clarity that was jolting. Yes, there was danger. Yes, there was uncertainty. But the idea of not acting,

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 was

of the opulent restroom’s door against my hand seemed in 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

a while. Everything okay?” I hesitated, wondering once more if I should share. But

One of them…

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

only see them as objects, thinking their wealth

“They can’t just…. hurt these girls without consequences, Logan,” I countered, my voice shaking. Logan glanced around before leaning closer. “I’ll take care of it,” he promised, his voice laced with a lethal calm. My heart raced. “Are you sure? Won’t

of the biggest Mafia bosses in this city. If anything, giving someone a lesson will be entertainment