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His Nanny Mate Chapter 296 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 296 All That Glitters is Not Gold

Ella

The stretcher bearing the injured man maneuvered its way through the crowd. The room seemed to be in slow motion, with each passing second feeling like an eternity. The stark contrast of the man’s bloodied face against the pristine backdrop of the opulent ballroom was a sight that would stay with me for a long time.

Logan, ever the picture of calm, nonchalantly picked up a white cloth napkin from a nearby table. With deliberate strokes, he began to clean the blood from his knuckles. To the casual observer, it would seem like he was simply wiping away a spill from dinner. But I knew better. A well-dressed man approached Logan, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Well done, Logan,” he said, clapping him on the back with an almost brotherly familiarity. “That guy was a real Class A pest. Maybe now he’ll finally learn his lesson.”

Logan just nodded, his face expressionless. He said nothing; there was nothing he could say. It wasn’t exactly like he could reveal that he had beat up a man for hitting an escort, especially when most of these men likely treated escorts exactly the same.

While the men around him congratulated Logan, offering their approval, I felt at maelstrom of emotions within me. It was almost surreal. With just a few words, I had set in motion events that resulted in a man being brutalized.

The weight of what had transpired was overwhelming. On one hand, I felt a certain satisfaction-justice had been doled out. The escort, a victim, had been avenged. But, on the other hand, the realization that my words held so much power was terrifying.

“Ella.” Ema’s voice, gentle yet firm, echoed within the confines of my mind. “You did the right thing.” I closed my eyes momentarily, trying to find solace in the connection I shared with my wolf. “It’s just… this power, Ema. It’s both a gift and a curse.”

Ema’s response was soft, almost a caress. “Power isn’t inherently good or evil, Ella. It’s about the choices we make, how we use it.” I leaned against the bar, my heart still pounding, watching as medics wheeled the man away.

The grandeur of the ballroom, the opulence of the event, it all seemed so absurd when contrasted against the stark reality of what had just occurred. As I glanced around, I was astounded by the apathy in the room; no one seemed even remotely interested in the brutal scene that had just played out.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the young escort with the blackened eye. She was standing near the back, looking equal parts relieved and terrified. As our eyes met, she managed a weak smile. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes.

“Talk to her,” Ema said, urging me. “She needs you.”

Pushing off from the bar, I approached her, my heels clicking softly against the marble floor. “Are you okay?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

She cast a nervous glance around the room before answering, her voice low. “I’ll live. But that guy? He was a big customer. My boss… he won’t be happy about this.”

Fear bubbled up within me, intertwining with a desperate need to help. In a frantic motion, I grabbed a cocktail napkin and a pen from the bar and quickly scribbled down an address.

“Listen to me carefully,” I urged, holding her gaze. “Go to this address. Tell them Ella sent you. If anyone asks, say you were a client of mine and are looking for work.”

The escort’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Client? What do you-”

I shook my head, cutting her off. “It doesn’t matter. Just use that story. It’s in a different city, but it’s safe. The work is hard, but they’ll give you a job. Decent pay, health insurance, and most importantly, safe working conditions.”

The girl eyed me suspiciously, doubt evident in her gaze. “How can you offer this? Who are you?”

A pang of realization struck me. Sharing my real name was a risk I hadn’t considered. I hesitated for a heartbeat, then leaned in closer.

“Just trust me. Don’t ask questions. If you really want a way out, a fresh start… this is it.”

She hesitated for a long moment, uncertainty clouding her eyes. Finally, she nodded slowly. “I’ll think about it.” She offered me a tentative smile, gratitude flickering in her eyes. “Thank you.”

As she walked away, I felt a mixture of relief and apprehension. Had I done the right thing? Before I could process it further, a familiar presence enveloped me..

Logan’s hands found their way to my waist, drawing me into the dance floor. The music surrounded us, but the world seemed to fade away as he gazed intently at me.

Through our Mindlink, I heard his voice, tinged with frustration and concern. “Ella, what the hell were you thinking? You could expose yourself!”

I met his gaze, determination fueling my words. “I had to help, Logan. I couldn’t stand by and do nothing.”

He spun me around, the motion fluid and graceful, but his voice was sharp. “And what’s your plan? Offer every escort in the city a job? She’ll talk, Ella. She’ll tell her friends, and then what?”

Swallowing hard, I replied, “I’ll handle it if it comes to that. But women need to look out for each other. She needed a way out, and I had the means to give it to her.”

For a moment, Logan seemed taken aback. The intensity of his gaze never wavered, but there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. As we moved in harmony to the music, I could feel the tension between us, the weight of the choices we’d both made that evening.

The dim lights of the ballroom cast a gentle glow on the dance floor, making the world beyond it seem to blur and fade.

“Fine,” Logan said aloud, his voice low. “It’s your choice. But onto other matters…”

“Other matters?” I asked, cocking my head to the side. Logan nodded, his grip tightening around my waist. “You look beautiful tonight. And you haven’t stepped on my toes once since we’ve begun dancing.”

I felt my cheeks flush a deep scarlet red. As Logan pulled me into his embrace, the sensation was one of paradoxical contrasts.

On one hand, the physicality of our bodies pressing together-every curve, every muscle- was a testament to our undeniable chemistry. Yet, on the other, the intensity of our silent conversation through the Mindlink rendered us impossibly distant, even when inches apart.

His hands, which had only moments before been stained with blood, were now clean but held me with a firm grasp, guiding me gracefully around the floor. His scent, a potent mix of masculinity with an underlying note of danger, enveloped me, making me feel protected and simultaneously overwhelmed.

With every step, every sway, the lingering metallic smell of blood reached me, binding itself with his natural aroma. It was a cocktail that was both intoxicating and terrifying-a heady blend that was Logan in his truest form.

His piercing eyes never left mine, conveying a sea of emotions. I could feel the energy between us, electric and alive. It danced around us, drawing us even closer, urging me to lean in, to close the distance and press my lips to his.

Every rational part of my mind screamed at me to resist, to remember the blood on his knuckles, the violence he was capable of. Yet, the temptation was almost unbearable.

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His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2023 Native Language: English
I’m a new grad human in huge debt, and cheated by my Omega boyfriend. When I got wasted in a bar, I didn’t expect to have the best sex ever. And the very next morning, I also didn’t expect to wake up and find my One-Night-Stand hookup was my ex-boyfriend's Alpha billionaire BOSS…. How things are going to turn out after I accidentally became his 5-year-old daughter's live-in nanny? ____________   How did this happen? How did I wind up finally becoming employed, only for it to turn out that my new employer was the same person who I had a one night stand with just two nights ago? “I didn’t know that you would be the employer. If I had known, I wouldn’t have applied….” “It’s alright. I knew it was you when I hired you. I did it on purpose.” I scrunched my eyebrows together. “What do you mean?”      

Chapter 1 Betrayal

Moana It was a hot summer evening, and I had just spent the entire day job hunting. Finding work as a human in a world dominated by werewolves, especially in the midst of the hustle and bustle of the city, wasn’t easy. Even though I had a degree in Early Childhood Education, no schools wanted to hire me because I was a human. Werewolf parents were outraged at the thought of a “worthless human” teaching their children, as if my skills, drive, and education meant nothing. So, I was now limited to service jobs, which were also unfortunately hard to come by because the job market was oversaturated with other humans who were also desperate to pay their bills. If I didn’t find a job soon, though, I would lose my apartment. My landlord had already given me a thirty-day notice. If I didn’t pay my rent -- and the three months of rent that I already owed -- by the end of the thirty days, he was going to evict me. At least I still had my boyfriend, Sam. He wasn’t extraordinarily well-off either despite being a werewolf, but at least he had a job and could pay his rent. We had been together for three years now and had known each other for five, so maybe it was time to talk about moving in together soon. As I was walking down the packed city street, a thin layer of sweat caked to my forehead from spending the day running from business to business as I tried to find someone who would hire me, I started to realize how hungry I was. I couldn’t afford to eat out, but the delicious smells coming from the restaurants I passed began to make my mouth water. One particular restaurant across the street caught my eye, but not because of the smell of food. I stopped in my tracks, my eyes widening. Inside the restaurant, right in the window, was Sam. He wasn’t alone; he was with another woman, and they were… Kissing. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” I said out loud, causing a few passersby to turn their heads and give me weird looks. Sam had told me that he was busy recently, that he had a lot of work… Was this what he was really doing? Cheating on me with some other woman? The fury bubbled up inside of me, and without thinking, I stormed across the street and toward the restaurant window. My stomach turned as I came closer. This woman was gorgeous -- basically a supermodel -- and that didn’t make me feel any better about the situation. Not only was Sam cheating on me, but he was cheating on me with someone who looked like that. She was thin, blonde, and tan with long legs, wearing a skimpy evening dress and high heels. I do get compliments on my face, body and long red hair, but in that moment, I felt so worthless as I stood there looking at Sam and his mistress. How could he do this to me? I stopped in front of the window. Neither of them even saw me standing there, they were so absorbed in their makeout session. So, I banged on the window. Sam and the mystery woman both jumped, their eyes widening when they saw me. I stormed over to the entrance and ran inside, ignoring the strange looks from the restaurant staff and customers, and ran up to where Sam and the woman sat. “How fucking dare you?!” I yelled, my hands curled up into fists at my sides. “We’ve been together for three years and you’re cheating on me?” The woman looked back and forth between Sam and I with an embarrassed expression on her face as the restaurant fell silent, but Sam’s face showed only anger and resentment. Without saying a word, Sam stood and grabbed me by the arm, dragging me out of the restaurant. He was too strong for me to resist, so I stumbled after him and back out into the busy street with tears streaming down my cheeks. “You’re making a fool of both of us, Moana,” he growled once we were outside. “I’m making a fool of us?” I replied, my voice still raised. “You’re making out with another woman in public!” Sam merely rolled his eyes and pulled me further away from the door. His werewolf eyes burned a bright orange color and his face was wrought with anger. “Control your temper,” he whispered, pushing me roughly up against the side of the building. “You’re just an ordinary human. You should feel lucky that I even entertained you for three years.” His words stung, and my vision became clouded with tears. “Why her?” I croaked as a sob caught in my throat. Sam, the man who had told me he loved me for three years, merely chuckled. “You’re useless to me,” he snarled. “She’s a Beta. Her family is incredibly wealthy and powerful, and thanks to her, I’ll be starting a new job at WereCorp next week.” WereCorp was the biggest corporation in the world. Not only did they control all of the banks, but they also developed the newest and most widely-used cryptocurrency of the 21st Century: WCoin. I never used it -- humans weren’t allowed to -- but it made a lot of werewolves extremely rich when it first came out. He continued, “What have you done for me aside from mooching off of me because you can’t even get a job of your own? You’re nothing compared to her. How dare you even question my decision to move on.” There was nothing else I could say; nothing else that could come to mind aside from getting the hell away from him. I shoved Sam away finally, pushing myself away from the wall. “Fuck you,” I growled, my rage taking over as I raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face. Passersby were looking at us now, but I didn’t care. Without another word, I turned on my heel and stormed away without looking back. As I walked numbly down the street and wiped the tears from my eyes, I thought about what Sam was like when we first met; he had been nothing more than a bullied Omega in high school with no confidence, no prospects, and no friends. I had helped him gain confidence with my love and support, and this was how he repaid me? By leaving me for some blonde, all for a job at WereCorp? Nothing angered me more than knowing that my boyfriend of three years, and best friend for five years, had left me so easily over money and power. I was still fuming when I stepped out into the intersection, too numb to look properly before crossing. Just then, I heard the sound of a car honking and looked up to see a luxury car driving straight for me. Cursing to myself, I stumbled backwards and fell into a puddle just before the car hit me. The car came to a screeching halt next to me, which was surprising since I assumed that they would just drive away after nearly hitting me, but what surprised me even more was the person who sat inside the car when the window rolled down. Edrick Morgan, CEO of WereCorp. Edrick was known not only for being the youngest CEO in the history of the company and the heir to the largest fortune in the world, but also for his stunning appearance -- and although I was incredibly hurt and angry about everything that had happened today, I couldn’t help but notice his strong jawline, his muscular shoulders and arms, and his incredibly handsome face. I opened my mouth to say something about how he had nearly hit me, but before I could, he looked me up and down and tossed a wad of cash out the window, driving away with a rev of his engine. Edrick Morgan, the CEO of WereCorp, had nearly hit me with his car… and tossed me money like I was some beggar. All werewolves really were arrogant assholes. I threw the cash on the ground and stood, cursing under my breath as I realized how soaked and dirty my clothes were. I’d have to go home and see if I could scrounge up some change to take them to the laundromat so I could continue job hunting tomorrow, but admittedly for now I just wanted to drown my sorrows. I walked for a few blocks, finally spotting a bar that seemed nice and quiet.Taking a deep breath and smoothing down my stained shirt, I walked through the doors and approached the bouncer. The bouncer narrowed his eyes at me and looked me up and down, taking in my dirty appearance sniffing the air in front of me. “No humans allowed without a member escort,” he growled, folding his arms. I frowned. “Member?” I asked. “I’m a paying customer. Just let me buy a drink.” The bouncer shook his head and began to usher me toward the door like I was some sort of nuisance. “Is this even legal?” I said, raising my voice. “You can’t just discriminate against humans like this! Is my money worthless here just because of--” “She’s with me,” a stern and clear voice suddenly said from behind. The bouncer and I both looked up and turned to see a man in a suit standing on the stairs. Edrick Morgan.  

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