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.”

We are wolf and woman.

voice shaky. “If I do something,

coldness of my fears. “All you need to do is tell Logan. Perhaps

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

had been planted by the whispered tales of the escorts about the unpredictable

my voice barely audible. “What if he’s just playing a part, portraying himself as sweet and caring, but beneath the facade, he’s

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

It was 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 be too much

of the perfumed restroom filling 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 woman suffer without trying to help, felt like

made up my mind. I’d talk to Logan. Regardless of the outcome, I had to try. Because the true danger wasn’t just

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,

a while. Everything okay?” I hesitated, wondering once more if I should share. But the memory of Lina’s pained, blackened eye,

Escorts. One of them… she had

a hand through his dark hair. The fine lines on his face seemed to deepen, as if he was all too familiar

a shadow crossing his features. “Some of these men only see them as objects, thinking their wealth

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

the son of one of the biggest Mafia bosses in this city.