His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 298 Ella’s Got A Gun

Ella

The bar was dimly lit, its ambiance intensified by the low hum of conversations, clinking glasses, and the soft strains of ambient music. Golden chandeliers, casting sporadic glows, adorned the room, contrasting the otherwise dark woodwork.

I felt the cool leather of the bar stool beneath me as I observed the people around, each of them engrossed in their own narratives, oblivious to mine.

It’s amazing how, even in a room full of people, you can feel alone, disconnected. My fingers. absentmindedly played with the stem of my wine glass as I lost myself in my thoughts, waiting for Logan to return.

“Is this seat taken?” The voice was suave, a touch too smooth. Turning slightly, I found myself looking up at a tall man, his finely tailored suit hinting at wealth and power. I gave a noncommittal shrug. “It’s free.”

He grinned, revealing perfectly aligned teeth. “You’re Logan Barrett’s, aren’t you?” There was a knowing glint in his eyes, as though he believed he had already figured me out. I arched an eyebrow, choosing my words carefully. “I’m with Logan tonight.”

The man chuckled. “With Logan’? So diplomatic of you.” He leaned in closer, the scent of his expensive cologne mingling with the aroma of alcohol. “I’ve got more to offer than Barrett does. What do you say? Spend the night with me instead.”

would be the

studied me for a moment, seemingly trying to find some sign of faltering in my stance. Eventually, he let out

loyal, even when there’s a hefty

within me. Ema howled in my mind, urging me to snap back, to correct his

calming the restless.

he thinks I’m just an escort, he won’t dig deeper. If he knew I was Ella Morgan, daughter of Edrick Morgan, and the adopted kin of

was paramount that my real identity remained cloaked. The world I had walked into was fraught with dangers far worse than this

“Seems a bit cowardly,” she remarked, a hint of

sometimes, it’s the small sacrifices that keep us safe,”

alone with my thoughts. I took a sip of my drink, allowing the cool liquid to soothe my frayed nerves. Tonight

a scene that was just out of my reach. The bar was bustling with activity, the lights glinting off crystal glasses and

two figures, one clearly older, the towering oak that was his father, and

facade of cheer that didn’t quite reach his eyes. That smile

jaw and a distant look in his eyes as if he were a world away. I could tell he was in his element, playing the part of the

wasn’t Harry, Logan, or even their father who held my gaze. It was Marina. She was wearing a tight red dress, much like the one she wore at the family dinner. Red certainly was her color-the color of

it was the way she sauntered wherever she walked, like a marionette that had been freed of its strings and

eyes. Her narrow, knowing eyes. The way that her body and her voice created the impression of a dimwitted heiress,

away, feeling my cheeks flush red. As I tried to busy myself with

my voice laced with

just saw a ghost.” He took a deep breath. “My brother’s throwing an after-party on his yacht tonight. He wants us

blinked in surprise. “Are you serious? After that… that display on the dance floor? I’m