His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 296 All That Glitters is Not Gold

Ella

The stretcher bearing the injured man maneuvered its way through the crowd. The room seemed to be in slow motion, with each passing second feeling like an eternity. The stark contrast of the man’s bloodied face against the pristine backdrop of the opulent ballroom was a sight that would stay with me for a long time.

Logan, ever the picture of calm, nonchalantly picked up a white cloth napkin from a nearby table. With deliberate strokes, he began to clean the blood from his knuckles. To the casual observer, it would seem like he was simply wiping away a spill from dinner. But I knew better. A well-dressed man approached Logan, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Well done, Logan,” he said, clapping him on the back with an almost brotherly familiarity. “That guy was a real Class A pest. Maybe now he’ll finally learn his lesson.”

Logan just nodded, his face expressionless. He said nothing; there was nothing he could say. It wasn’t exactly like he could reveal that he had beat up a man for hitting an escort, especially when most of these men likely treated escorts exactly the same.

While the men around him congratulated Logan, offering their approval, I felt at maelstrom of emotions within me. It was almost surreal. With just a few words, I had set in motion events that resulted in a man being brutalized.

The weight of what had transpired was overwhelming. On one hand, I felt a certain satisfaction-justice had been doled out. The escort, a victim, had been avenged. But, on the other hand, the realization that my words held so much power was terrifying.

voice, gentle yet firm, echoed within the confines of my mind. “You did the right thing.” I closed my eyes momentarily, trying to find solace in the connection I shared with my wolf. “It’s just… this power, Ema. It’s both a gift and a

we make, how we use it.” I leaned against the

seemed so absurd when contrasted against the stark reality of what had just occurred. As

eye, I spotted the young escort with the blackened eye. She was standing near the back, looking equal parts relieved and terrified. As our eyes met, she managed a weak smile. It was a small gesture,

her,” Ema said, urging me.

my heels clicking softly against the marble floor. “Are you okay?” I asked, trying to keep

cast a nervous glance around the room before answering, her voice low. “I’ll live. But that guy?

need to help. In a frantic motion, I grabbed a cocktail napkin and a pen from

“Go to this address. Tell them Ella sent you. If anyone asks, say you were a client of mine and are looking

brows furrowed in confusion. “Client? What

It’s in a different city, but it’s safe. The work is hard, but they’ll give you

doubt evident in her gaze. “How can you offer this? Who

Sharing my real name was a risk I hadn’t considered. I hesitated for a heartbeat, then

trust me. Don’t ask questions. If you really want a way

slowly. “I’ll think about it.” She offered me

away, I felt a mixture of relief and apprehension. Had I done the right thing? Before I could process it further,

to my waist, drawing me into the dance floor. The music surrounded us,

I heard his voice, tinged with frustration and concern.

met his gaze, determination fueling my words. “I had to

around, the motion fluid and graceful, but his voice was sharp. “And what’s your plan? Offer every escort in the city a job? She’ll talk, Ella. She’ll tell