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.”

was a gentle conviction in her tone. “We are strong, Ella. We are wolf and

is intertwined with theirs,” I whispered out loud, my voice shaky. “If I do something, there could be dire consequences. Not just for me,

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

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,

fear, one that had been planted by the whispered tales of the escorts about the unpredictable nature of men

“What if he’s just playing a part, portraying

bringing this to Logan was the trigger, the thing that unveiled his true nature? What if I ended up becoming another

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

future, Ella. But 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

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

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

hesitated, wondering once more if I should share. But

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

face seemed to deepen, as if he

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

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

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