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.”

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

loud, my voice shaky. “If I do something, there could be dire consequences. Not just for me, but for those escorts

of my fears. “All you need to do is tell Logan. Perhaps

and sweet words from earlier that night, memories of our dance in my living room,

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

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

What if I

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

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

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 woman suffer without trying to

I had to try. Because the true danger wasn’t just in

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 rushing river, but I felt detached, lost

I hesitated, wondering once more if I should share. But the memory of Lina’s pained, blackened eye, and my wolf’s urgency, made me blurt

there. Escorts. One of them… she

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

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

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

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