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.”

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

Logan’s world is intertwined with theirs,” I whispered out loud, my voice shaky. “If I do something, there could be

stark contrast to the 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

tender touches and sweet words from earlier that night, memories of our dance in my living room, it all swirled in

was also a lurking fear, one that had been planted by the whispered tales of the escorts about the unpredictable nature of men tied to

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

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

was a reminder of the bond. we shared, the

do

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

talk to Logan. Regardless of the outcome, I had to try. Because the true danger wasn’t

seemed in stark contrast to the reality I’d just witnessed within. As I stepped back out into the main area,

voice broke through my reverie, 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

met some girls in there. Escorts. One of them… she

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

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

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 raced. “Are you sure? Won’t

bosses in this city. If anything, giving someone a lesson will be