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.

cheeks from where I

never mate with that jerk,” I murmured. “He’s not worthy of being our mate. Not now, not ever.

to the bathroom opened, letting in a sliver of light and the muffled hum of voices

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.

woman bring herself to side with

Smith’s words hung heavy in the cold air of the bathroom. Her gaze, once teary and anguished, now bore into mine with a potent mixture of

through the silence like a

constricted, and for a moment, I felt as though I was being strangled by the weight

her brown eyes searching mine. “Complicated? My son’s life is on the line. There’s

ached, and the

I could help,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “But you’re

system

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

Do you think they’ll make up for the hell

to help people like you,” I admitted, my voice choked with emotion. “I never imagined I’d be on this

fierce gaze softening slightly as

My mind raced, searching for an answer, 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 kept me from saying

answer,” I confessed, my eyes misting with tears. “But

the situation. But maybe your actions can. If you truly regret