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

world is intertwined with theirs,” I whispered out loud, my voice shaky. “If I do something, there could be dire consequences. Not just for me, but for those escorts

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

sink, letting out a shaky breath. Images of Logan’s tender touches and sweet words from earlier that night, memories of our dance in

been planted by the whispered tales of the escorts about

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

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

a reminder of the bond. we shared, the strength that came

we stand by, do nothing,

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,

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

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

his clear 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 eye,

girls in there. Escorts. One of them…

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

see them as objects, thinking their wealth and power lets them get away with treating

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 promised, his voice laced with a lethal calm. My heart

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