His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 295

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

shaky. “If I do something, there could be dire

in my mind was warm, a stark contrast to the coldness of my fears. “All you need to do is tell

of Logan’s tender touches and sweet words

one that had been planted by the whispered tales of the escorts about the

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

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

response was a gentle nudge, a feeling more than words. It was a reminder

stand by, do nothing, the weight of that inaction might

clarity that was jolting. Yes, there was danger. Yes,

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

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

while. Everything okay?” I hesitated, wondering once more if I should share. But the memory of Lina’s pained, blackened eye, and my wolf’s urgency, made me blurt out

Escorts. One of them… she had a black

The fine lines on his face seemed to deepen, as if he was

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

before leaning closer. “I’ll take care of it,” he promised, his voice laced

the biggest Mafia bosses in this city. If anything, giving someone a lesson will be entertainment for

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