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His Nanny Mate Chapter 270 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 270 Rule Number One


The sunlight filtering through my office window bathed the mahogany desk in a soft golden hue. As I perused the documents in front of me, the weight of my current circumstances pressed on me like an unwelcome shroud. I could feel my wolf also getting alert to the situation.

How did I get embroiled with the mafia, and more importantly, how could I extricate myself without causing further complications? “No way,” I said, shaking my head. “I won’t be going to a family event with you. Not so… soon.”

Logan’s blue eyes narrowed. “It’s not really up for debate, unfortunately,” he said, folding his arms across his chest. “Did you think that only you would benefit from the deal?”

“Well, no, but-”

“But nothing,” Logan interrupted. His voice was firm, but not angry. “Sorry, Ella, but you need to come. I’m not asking. I’m telling you that we have to go. Besides, I already agreed on your behalf.”

I couldn’t help but frown. Attending a family dinner with Logan’s clan made me nervous, not only for my physical safety, but for the implications. If my parents found out, they would never forgive me.

“Fine,” I finally said, letting out a deep sigh as 1 lowered my gaze down to the documents spread out before me. “Let’s just… get to work.”

Over the next two hours, we delved deep into the intricacies of the case. To my surprise, Logan came prepared. He handed over evidence after evidence, making it easier to build a formidable defense.

“You’ve been busy,” I remarked, impressed despite my reservations. “I always make sure to be prepared, especially when dealing with people like Mr. Henderson.”

I looked over the documents one last time and realized that the case was much simpler than I had anticipated.

“Alright, Logan,” I said after some contemplation, standing and shuffling the papers together into a neat pile. “Come back next week. We’ll finalize everything, and after that, we can meet with the opposing counsel to negotiate. This should be wrapped up rather quickly.”

He blinked in surprise. “So fast?”

I smirked, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “It’s a straightforward case, believe it or not. I know you probably thought you could get away with keeping me on the hook with legal matters for a while, but it looks like you’ll need to find me more cases if that was your goal.”

A smile curved his lips, his gaze softening. “You’re quite the professional, Ella. Charming too, in your own legalistic way.”

Chuckling, I collected the paperwork, carefully placing them into a folder. “Well, our meeting is done. You can leave now.” He frowned slightly. “I was going to pick you up later.”

I raised an eyebrow, curious. “Why’s that?” I asked. “You know we don’t need to see each other during our free time, right?”

Logan smirked, his gaze traveling over my attire, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “I was thinking of taking you shopping for something more… suitable for the family gathering. You look nice in what you’re wearing now, but it’s not exactly…”

He paused. I couldn’t help but laugh, the sound echoing in the spacious room. “Logan, are you implying I dress like an Omega?”

He shifted uncomfortably, a hint of pink tinting his cheeks. “It’s just a suggestion. Maybe.”

The rest of the day flew by in a flurry of activity. By the time I had settled back in and made my rounds around the office, the sun in the sky had shifted from a bright white to a soft golden hue. There was nothing else for me to do, no busywork, no extra errands.

It seemed as though my colleagues had long forgotten their penchant for dumping their extra work on me. I hated to admit it, but it felt… nice..

By the time the end of the work day came, however, I was debating canceling on Logan and telling him that we would shop another day. But Ema wouldn’t hear it. “He’s just trying to be nice,” she said, although I could sense the edge to her voice. “Maybe he feels bad for the way he was on the night you met.”

“Or, he wants a trophy wife on his arm at the party,” I replied. However, I wound up not canceling. I told myself that my wolf just convinced me to go through with it, but I couldn’t deny the fact that there was a nagging urge at the back of my mind to spend more time with Logan. And I hated it.

Exiting the firm, I blinked in surprise at the sight before me-three black cars idling outside, attracting curious glances from passersby.

“Really, Logan?” I muttered, noticing him leaning against the door of one of the cars. “Isn’t this a bit too… much?”

He grinned, walking up to me. “You know how it is. Crowded places, dangerous times. I can never be too careful.” The mall was buzzing with activity when we arrived.

The glaring truth hit me as I perused the high- end stores. I had come from an affluent background, but due to my desire to break free and the fact that I had been without a job for weeks, I didn’t have the money to splurge on luxury items. My financial predicament made me pause, hesitating before a beautiful cocktail dress that caught my eye.

The cocktail dress beckoned from its perch, a stunning piece that seemed to dance with light even in the dim ambiance of the boutique. It was an alluring shade of emerald, made of the softest silk that shimmered under the store lights. The dress boasted intricate beadwork around the waist that sparkled enticingly.

It was neither too short nor too long, just hitting the knees, with a playful slit on one side. A subtle sweetheart neckline promised to flatter any silhouette, while the thin straps added at touch of elegance.

Curiosity and desire getting the better of me, I picked it up, feeling the cool silk slide through my fingers. The dress whispered promises of evenings filled with candlelight and dance, of turning heads and capturing hearts.

“I think you should try it on,” Logan suggested, his voice as smooth as the silk in my hands.

“Why not?”” I agreed, more to indulge in a fleeting fantasy than with any real intention of purchase.

In the dressing room, as I slipped the dress over my head, it felt like liquid luxury cascading down my body. It hugged my figure in all the right places, accentuating the curves of my waist and hips.

The sweetheart neckline, as predicted, flattered my collarbones and neck, making me stand taller and prouder. The dress made me feel transformed-no longer just Ella the attorney but Ella the enchantress.

Stepping out to look in the mirror, I could see the transformation was not just in my head. The emerald hue made my hazel eyes pop, and the beadwork sparkled in a way that drew attention to my narrow waist.

Even my posture had changed, the dress demanding an elegance that I wasn’t aware I possessed, It felt perfect. That is, until my eyes landed on the price tag discreetly attached to the dress’s side. The number was staggering. My heart sank, and a lump formed in my throat.

I couldn’t afford this, not now, and I wouldn’t lower myself to asking my dad to send me some money so I could buy a pretty dress, even though I knew he would do it in a heartbeat. I gently touched the silk one last time, trying to commit the feeling to memory, before reluctantly making my way back into the dressing room.

Once out of the dress and back in my own clothes, I approached the rack to return the masterpiece. The silk felt cold in my hands, almost as if it was lamenting being returned. Just as I was about to hang it back up, Logan reached out, swiftly taking the dress from my grasp.

“Ella,” he began, holding the dress up to the light and admiring its beauty, “you’re not leaving without this.”

I frowned, opening my mouth to protest, but the resolute look in his eyes silenced me. The man was accustomed to getting his way, and at that moment, it was evident he’d set his sights on the emerald dress that had briefly transformed my world.

As the cashier took Logan’s card and gently folded up my dress, placing it in a tissue-paper-filled box, Logan’s voice, low and sultry, whispered in my ear.

“Mafia rule one: we never let our girl pay for her bills.”

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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

His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan)

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?”      

His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) 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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