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

is intertwined with theirs,” I whispered out loud, my voice shaky. “If I do

presence in my mind was warm, a stark contrast to the coldness of my fears. “All you need to do is tell Logan. Perhaps he’ll have

leaned against the 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

planted by the whispered tales of the escorts about the unpredictable nature of men

barely audible. “What if he’s just playing a part, portraying himself as

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

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

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

jolting. Yes, there was danger. Yes, there was uncertainty. But the idea of not acting, of letting another woman suffer without trying to help, felt like a betrayal to my very

try. Because the true danger wasn’t just in the world outside, it was in the battle

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 in the stories the escorts

my reverie, his clear eyes searching mine. “You were gone for a while. Everything okay?” I hesitated, wondering once more if I should share. But the memory of Lina’s pained, blackened eye, and my wolf’s urgency,

met some girls in there. Escorts. One

sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. The fine lines on his face seemed to

features. “Some of these men only see them as objects, thinking their wealth and power lets them get away

leaning closer. “I’ll take care of

darkly. “Ella, I’m the son of one of the biggest Mafia bosses in this city. If