His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 314 Respite

Ella

The door to the bathroom swung shut behind me with a quiet click, muffling the ambient sounds of the courthouse’s busy hallway.

For a moment, the silence was overpowering, offering a brief respite from the chaotic world outside. Cold tiles met my stiletto heels, and I leaned over the sink, staring at my reflection. My usually vibrant eyes looked dull, and trails of tears had smeared my makeup slightly. Taking a deep breath, I let the weight of my emotions wash over me.

I turned on the tap, letting the cold water rush over my hands before splashing some onto my face. Each droplet felt like a tiny balm against my heated skin, a fleeting relief from the oppressive weight of guilt that threatened to crush me.

“Why did I ever think this was a good idea?” I whispered, the weight of my decisions bearing down on me. My wolf stirred, a familiar presence at the back of my mind.

“We wanted to make a difference, remember?” she murmured, her voice as gentle as a summer breeze.

“But like this?” I shot back, frustration evident in my tone. “Working with the mafia? Aligning ourselves with people like Logan Barrett for what? Career opportunities? A shot at a successful career as a lawyer?”

The heaviness in my chest intensified, a sour taste lingering in my mouth. I felt sickened by the path I had chosen, regret gnawing at the edges of my consciousness.

“Your intentions were pure,” my wolf argued, her tone soothing. “But lately it feels like Logan tricked us. We believed he wanted to be better. Maybe he just wanted us by his side, to have us as a lawyer, to use our expertise.”

I scoffed bitterly, gripping the sink’s cool edges. “He’s a master manipulator, that’s for sure. I wish I never met him. I… I hate him.”

“I hate him too right now. But unfortunately, he is our fated mate,” my wolf reminded me gently, a touch of sadness in the tone of her voice.

damp strands of hair sticking to my cheeks from where I splashed water on my face. Or

not worthy of being our mate. Not now, not ever. And I don’t think he’s even capable of

if on cue, the door to the bathroom opened, letting in a sliver of light and the muffled hum of voices from outside. The woman

shimmering in her eyes, her voice trembled with a mix of sorrow and rage. “How can you?” she

bring herself to side with a… a… sicko

the cold air of the bathroom. Her gaze, once teary and anguished, now bore into mine with a potent

cutting through the silence like a knife. “How can you defend him?

throat constricted, and for a moment, I felt as though I was being strangled by the weight of my own guilt. “Miss Smith,” I began, my voice shaking. “It’s… it’s

brown eyes searching mine. “Complicated? My

heart ached, and the walls

I could help,” I whispered, my voice barely

of the very system

unable to meet her accusing gaze. “I understand your pain,” I murmured, trying to find the right words. “I never

son? Do you think they’ll make up for the hell

voice choked

softening slightly as she

weight pressing down on me. My mind raced, searching for an answer, but the truth was too convoluted, too entangled in

confessed, my eyes misting with tears. “But I

situation. But maybe your actions can. If you truly regret this, then something about