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.”

there was a gentle conviction 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

Logan’s world is intertwined with theirs,” I whispered out loud, my voice shaky. “If I do something, there could

stark contrast to the coldness of my fears. “All you need to do is tell Logan. Perhaps he’ll have

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

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

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

the trigger, the thing that unveiled his true nature? What if I ended up becoming another whispered tale among these women, another story

feeling more than words. It was a reminder of

predict the future, Ella. But if we stand by, do nothing, the weight of that

there was danger. Yes, there was uncertainty. But the

I’d talk to Logan. Regardless of the outcome, I had to try. Because the

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

Logan’s voice broke through my reverie, his clear eyes searching mine. “You were gone for a while. Everything okay?” I hesitated, wondering once more if I should

some girls in there. Escorts. One of them… she had a black

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

features. “Some of these men only see them as objects, thinking their wealth

countered, my voice shaking. Logan glanced around before leaning closer. “I’ll take care of

one of the biggest Mafia bosses in this