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.”

making his way over. His usually stern face was replaced with a rare grin. “I must say, Ella, I’m thoroughly impressed. Not only did you win the

Mr. Henderson. I just did what I felt was

why you’re here.

attention. To my shock, a few of my colleagues had

small token of appreciation,” Mr. Henderson declared, his voice ringing out. “For standing up to bullies and for a job well done.” I was genuinely taken aback. “… I don’t

Sarah came over, handing me a flute of champagne. “Cheers to not

few side eyes and muted whispers. A handful of colleagues stood at the periphery, their expressions sour. I knew not everyone was thrilled about my newfound approval, but at

around at the smiling faces. “Thank you, everyone. For the support, for the camaraderie. Today was a win for

against my office door, a contented smile on my face. The day had started with uncertainty and apprehension

knew the challenges wouldn’t end, and not everyone would always be in my corner, for now, I felt a sense of belonging and

thought, I dove into my paperwork, the evening sun casting a golden hue

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

as a prickling at the back of my neck. I glanced around, trying to shake off the sensation of being watched. I reassured myself it was just my imagination, the leftover jitters from

arms, yanking me back into the shadows.. Panic surged through me, my mouth

now,” a man’s voice hissed in my ear. They dragged me deeper into the labyrinthine underground of the subway, away from prying eyes. As we descended, the world grew

felt Ema’s strength surge, but it was no use. The men had me held so tightly and had taken me by surprise in such a way that I had no room or energy after my exhausting past few days to fight

a chair, the ropes biting into

me her strength through my fear and exhaustion. “Westbrook’s

I answered, looking around frantically. “I need to

But it was blocked by two large men. I was trapped, underground, where no one

Ema said. “I’ll give

“Most of them are Alphas, and huge ones at that.

pleaded. Ema was right. I let my body relax, allowing her to loan me her strength. But before I could make any move to break my bonds, a

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