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

of being our mate. Not now, not

light and the muffled hum of voices from outside. The woman

mine in the mirror, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. With tears shimmering in her eyes, her voice trembled with a mix of sorrow and rage. “How can you?” she asked. I raised my eyebrows

a fellow woman bring herself to side with

of Miss Smith’s words hung heavy in the cold air of the bathroom. Her gaze, once teary and anguished, now bore

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

moment, I felt as though I was being strangled by the weight of my own guilt. “Miss Smith,”

brown eyes searching mine. “Complicated? My son’s life

the walls

barely audible. “But you’re not. You’re standing beside him,” she

the very system that’s

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

will save my son? Do you think they’ll make up for the hell you two are putting us through?” Her voice quivered

voice choked with emotion. “I never imagined I’d be

Smith paused, her fierce gaze softening slightly as she studied my face. “Then why are

but the truth was too convoluted, too entangled in the web of decisions and circumstances that had led me to this point. And lawyer-client confidentiality

answer,” I confessed, my eyes misting with

compose herself. “Your apologies won’t change the situation. But maybe your actions can. If