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

out loud, my voice shaky. “If I do

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,

cold marble sink, letting 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 all swirled in my

been planted by the whispered tales of

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

bringing this to Logan was the trigger, 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

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

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

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

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

I’d just witnessed within. As I stepped back out into the main area, the voices and laughter from the ballroom flowed over

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

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

his face seemed to deepen, as

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

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

of the biggest Mafia bosses in this city. If anything, giving someone a