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

I do something, there could be dire consequences. Not just for me, but for those

coldness of my fears. “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,

sink, letting out a shaky breath. Images of Logan’s tender touches and sweet words from earlier

that had been planted by the whispered tales of the

if he’s just playing a part, portraying himself as sweet

his true nature? What if I ended up becoming another whispered tale among these women,

than words. It was a reminder of the bond. we shared, the strength that came

if we stand by, do nothing, the weight of that inaction might be too

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 betrayal to

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

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 detached, lost in

eyes searching mine. “You were gone for a while. Everything okay?” I hesitated, wondering once more if I should share. But the memory of Lina’s pained, blackened

in there. Escorts. One of them… she had

face seemed to

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

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

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