His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 301 Offshore Account

Ella

The cold, salty breeze that brushed against my face as we arrived at the docks was a stark, but welcoming, contrast to the stifling warmth of the party. The night was dark, the water shimmering faintly under the moonlight.

Moored ahead of us was an enormous yacht, its sprawling length dotted with sparkling lights, making it look like a floating palace.

“God, how big is this thing?” I whispered, taking in the sheer size of the vessel. “That’s my brother’s taste for you,” Logan murmured, his voice a mix of amusement and exasperation.

The yacht, named The Serpent’s Charm, was truly an epitome of luxury and excess. After a tour of the sprawling main deck, Logan led me towards the interior, with a promise of showing the opulence that lay within..

Opening a double door adorned with intricate golden patterns, we entered the grand lounge. It was vast, stretching wide with plush velvet couches and a massive crystal chandelier hanging above. On the far end was a bar, its shelves stocked with rows of the finest spirits and champagnes.

“And here, Ms. Morgan,” a voice interrupted, making us turn. It was a man in a crisp uniform, likely the captain. “Is where many of our esteemed guests like to unwind. The lounge boasts a collection of spirits from over fifty countries.”

“Seems like your brother has quite the taste,” I remarked, taking in the grandeur of not only the yacht itself, but the staff. It was like being in an extremely expensive hotel. Logan shrugged. “Or perhaps too much money to burn.”

The captain, perhaps sensing the underlying tension, quickly changed the topic. “Shall we proceed to the dining area?”

was another spectacle. A long table made of what looked like mahogany, surrounded by chairs upholstered

here are quite the

a way with words, Ella,” he said. Then, lowering his voice: “And you’re

and then a

theater?” I exclaimed,

a private screening later? I’ve got all

eyes. We continued our journey through the yacht, stopping briefly at a spa area complete

as we followed behind the tour group. “Not

at all,” I replied, shaking my head. “My father never cared for stuff like this. None of us did. We had a nice penthouse and a mountain estate, and sure, there were plenty of parties. and galas. But a yacht like this? He’d never dream of

the tour, approaching what looked like

to a grand bedroom with an adjoining balcony that offered a breathtaking

about flaunting wealth; it was a statement. A declaration of power and dominance. And Marina and Harry, by taking us on this tour, were showing us just how much better they

the tour?” Marina asked, her voice dripping with

replied, maintaining a polite facade. “Though, I have to ask: how does one even keep

“You get used to it. And with enough staff, everything runs like

only

of having glimpsed another world-a world of unchecked extravagance, where

polished surface and every glinting trinket. But, holding onto my discretion, I kept

have sensed my discomfort because he tightened his grip around my

around his. I felt a surge of warmth run up my arm, and there was a flutter in my stomach that I couldn’t entirely blame on the

like this,” she

a smirk to rival Loga’s, led the guests toward the pool area. The pool, lit from below,

elegant but

bring a