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.”

Ema spoke, there was a gentle conviction in her tone. “We are strong, Ella. We are wolf and woman. These women,

loud, my voice shaky. “If I do something, there

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 advice, or maybe he’ll act on it. From what we’ve seen, he cares about you.

cold marble sink, letting out a shaky breath. Images of Logan’s tender touches and sweet words from earlier that night, memories

whispered tales of the escorts about the unpredictable nature of men

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

crushing. What if 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 fight the darkness and got

reminder of the bond. we shared, the strength that

Ella. But if we stand by, do nothing,

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 help, felt like a betrayal

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

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

hesitated, wondering once more

One of them… she had

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

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

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

this city. If anything, giving someone a lesson will be