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 victims of predators of a

“If I

my fears. “All you need to do is tell Logan. Perhaps he’ll have advice, or maybe

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 all

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

“What if he’s just playing a part,

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

reminder of the bond.

future, Ella. But if we stand by, do nothing, the weight of that inaction might be too

was danger. Yes, there was

provided, I made up my mind. I’d talk to Logan. Regardless of the outcome, I had to try. Because the true danger wasn’t just in the world outside, it was in the battle raging within-the fight between fear and doing what

of the opulent restroom’s door 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

hesitated, wondering once more

there. Escorts. One of them… she had a black

lines on his face seemed to deepen, as if he was all too familiar with stories

men only see them as objects, thinking their wealth and power lets them get

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

bosses in this city. If anything, giving someone a lesson will be entertainment for most of these