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 last. Maintaining my composure, I offered him at

of faltering in my stance. Eventually, he let out a breathy laugh and leaned back, defeat evident in

hear, “too loyal, even when there’s a hefty wad of cash on the line.

mind, urging me to snap back, to correct his misconception and assert my dignity. “Tell him! Tell him you’re

urge, calming the restless.

safer this way,” I whispered back to her internally. “If he thinks I’m just an escort, he won’t dig deeper. If he knew I was Ella Morgan, daughter of Edrick

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

seemed unsatisfied with my decision. “Seems a bit cowardly,” she remarked, a hint of disappointment

small sacrifices that keep us safe,” I replied gently, not letting the sting of her

I took a sip of my drink, allowing the cool liquid to soothe my frayed nerves. Tonight had already proven to be more

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

speaking with two figures, one clearly older, the towering oak that was his father, and the other a younger man with the same dark hair and slightly less sharp

he spoke to Logan, was eerily enigmatic, a facade of cheer that didn’t quite reach

away. I could tell he was in his element, playing the part

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

it was the cloying sound of her voice. Maybe it was the way she sauntered wherever she walked, like a marionette that had been freed of its strings and was now free to roam on its own, having gained

narrow, knowing eyes. The way that her body and her voice created the impression of a dimwitted heiress, but her eyes knew everything. Saw everything. Saw straight through not only me, but

feeling my cheeks flush red. As I tried

asked, my voice laced with

He took a deep breath. “My brother’s

in surprise. “Are you serious? After that… that display on