His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 327 Bad Ending

Ella

The familiar glass and steel structure of my firm loomed large as I approached, trying to shake off the morning’s events. The legal world moved fast, and I hoped the afternoon would be a reprieve.

Upon entering, I was met with a hubbub of chatter. Everywhere I looked, small clusters of my colleagues were in animated conversation, their gazes darting towards me with a mix of curiosity and another emotion that I couldn’t quite read..

I rolled my eyes. “Not again,” I muttered to myself. It seemed as if I’d become the latest office source of gossip, yet again. Annoyance gnawed at me; I just wanted to get back to my office and dive into paperwork, seeking solace in the monotony.

But just as I was nearing my door, ready to close myself off from the world, I heard my name being called.

“Ella!”

I turned to see Sarah, one of the more outspoken paralegals, making her way over to me. With a wary sigh, I prepared myself for another barrage of rumors and pointed questions. However, her warm, genuine smile caught me off guard.

“We heard about your face-off with Westbrook,” Sarah began, her usually cold tone filled with an unexpected hint of awe. “That was… kind of impressive, for you to stand up to him like that.”

I raised an eyebrow, pleasantly surprised. “Oh? I didn’t expect the news to spread so quickly.”

Sarah nodded. “You know how it is. News travels faster than light in this place. Especially when it involves Westbrook. He’s notorious for strong-arming opponents, but you didn’t budge.”

I shrugged, the memory still fresh. “He’s just a man, Sarah. A bully, yes, but still just a man.”

“Exactly,” she agreed, “but not many see it that way. You’re… kind of brave, Ella.”

Feeling the weight of several eyes on us, I looked around and realized a few more coworkers had joined our conversation. They all nodded in agreement, their smiles genuine. A voice boomed from behind. “That she is.”

a rare grin. “I must say, Ella, I’m thoroughly impressed. Not only did you

“Thank you, Mr. Henderson.

approvingly. “And that’s why you’re here.

diverted my attention. To my shock, a few of my colleagues had gathered around a table set with champagne

standing up to bullies and for a job well done.” I was genuinely taken aback. “… I don’t know what to say. Thank

in the warmth of the moment. Sarah came over,

periphery, their expressions sour.

smiling faces. “Thank you, everyone. For the support, for the camaraderie. Today

cheers, the atmosphere light and merry. As the impromptu celebration wound down, I found myself leaning against my office door, a contented smile on my face. The day had started with

knew the challenges wouldn’t end, and not everyone would always be in my corner,

into my paperwork, the evening sun casting a golden hue over the room, a gentle reminder that

the high of the day’s victory when I descended the subway steps, ready to head home and sink into my bed. The platform was sparsely populated, the only sounds being the distant

trying to shake off the sensation of being watched. I

me back into the shadows.. Panic surged through me, my mouth open in a scream that was

deeper into the labyrinthine underground of the subway, away from prying eyes. As we descended, the world grew colder, dampness clinging to the

room or energy after my exhausting past few days to fight back against all of them. I could feel Alpha auras

a dimly lit chamber, they roughly tied me to a chair, the ropes biting into my wrists.

struggling to give me her strength through

I answered, looking around frantically. “I need to

door. But it was blocked by two large men. I was

said. “I’ll

at that. I’m just one Alpha female. I’d be dead before I reach

here in this chair if you don’t try anything,” Ema pleaded. Ema was right. I let my body relax, allowing her to loan me her strength. But

his hand, he held a series of photographs that made my heart sink and my strength fade again: my baby sister, Daisy. There she was, laughing with friends, walking to school, living her innocent life, entirely unaware of the dark