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.”

and when Ema spoke, there was a gentle conviction in her tone. “We are strong, Ella. We are wolf and woman. These

out loud, my voice shaky. “If I do something, there could be dire

my fears. “All you need to do is tell

and sweet words from earlier that night, memories of our dance in my

fear, one that had been planted by the whispered

“What if he’s just playing a

was crushing. What if bringing this to Logan was the trigger, the 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 fight the darkness

reminder of

the future, Ella. But if we stand by, do nothing, the

the scent 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 a

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

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 a rushing river, but I felt

broke through my reverie, his clear eyes searching mine. “You were gone for a while. Everything okay?” I hesitated, wondering once more if

there. Escorts. One of them… she

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

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

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

darkly. “Ella, I’m the son of one of the biggest Mafia bosses in this city. If anything, giving someone a