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.”

Ema spoke, 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 different kind. Women should help

out loud, my voice shaky. “If I do something,

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, he cares about

touches and sweet

the whispered

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

the trigger, the thing that unveiled his true nature? What if I ended up becoming another whispered tale among these women, another story

gentle nudge, a feeling more than words. It was a reminder of the bond. we shared, the

can’t predict the future, Ella. But if we stand by, do nothing, the

restroom filling my senses. The realization hit me with a clarity that was jolting. Yes, there was danger. Yes, there was uncertainty. But

from the strength that Ema provided, I made up my mind. I’d talk to Logan. Regardless of the outcome, I had to try. Because the true

weight 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 a

wondering once more if I should share. But the memory of Lina’s pained, blackened

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

hand through his dark hair. The fine lines on his face

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

both surprised and relieved by Logan’s response. “They can’t just…. hurt these girls without consequences, Logan,” I countered, my voice shaking. Logan glanced around before leaning closer.

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