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

voice shaky. “If I do

“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

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

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

really is just like them?” I questioned, my voice barely audible. “What if he’s just

of that possibility was crushing. What if bringing this to Logan was the trigger, the thing that unveiled his true nature? What if

a reminder of the bond. we shared, the strength that

can’t predict the future, Ella. But if we stand by, do nothing, the weight of that inaction might

jolting. Yes, there was danger. Yes, there was uncertainty. But the idea of not acting, of letting another

to Logan. Regardless of the outcome, I had to try. Because the true danger wasn’t

I stepped back out into the main area, the voices and laughter from

I hesitated, wondering once more if I should share. But the memory of

Escorts. One

hair. The fine lines on his face seemed

“Some of these men only see them

both surprised and relieved by Logan’s response. “They can’t 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 with a lethal calm. My heart raced. “Are you sure? Won’t that cause issues for

“Ella, I’m the son of one of the biggest Mafia bosses in this city. If anything, giving someone a lesson will be entertainment for most of