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His Nanny Mate Chapter 279 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 279 Disrespect


The office hummed with the usual activity, but as I sat at my desk, the files for the new case spread out in front of me, my mind kept drifting to Sarah’s words. They clung to me like a shadow, her insinuations and her accusations haunting me.

I tried to focus on the documents in front of me, the complicated legal jargon and the details of the new case with Logan. But my hands trembled slightly no matter how hard I tried to steady them, and I couldn’t shake the fear that had settled itself in the pit of my stomach.

What if Sarah was right? What if I was trapped? A pawn in a game that I didn’t fully understand? A game that I could never understand?

“Ella,” a voice said, snapping me out of my thoughts, and I looked up to find Mr. Henderson standing over my desk. “Are you okay? You look distracted.”

I forced a smile, willing myself to push Sarah’s words aside. “I’m fine,” I lied. “Just a lot on my mind.”

He frowned, his eyes searching my face from behind his wire-rimmed glasses. He still wore the fancy Rolex on his wrist. “Well, I hope that what’s on your mind is your case, and not trivial matters,” he said. “This new case with Mr. Barrett is of the utmost importance. I need you to be focused. Understand?”

“I understand, Mr. Henderson,” I assured him, hoping that my face didn’t betray the churning in my belly. “I promise.”

He nodded, seemingly satisfied, and moved on, leaving me alone with my thoughts once more.

And yet, even as I delved into the case and tried to focus my entire energy on it, I found my mind still straying to Logan’s words, his actions, the way he conducted himself. Everything that he ever said or did felt like a trick now. I was reading into everything, even down to the minor muscle movements in his hands and wrists when he spoke to me.

Was he really just trying to help me with my career, or was there something more to it? Did he really plan on ‘letting me go’ once this year was up?

I shook my head, frustrated with myself. I was letting Sarah’s words get to me, letting them plant seeds of doubt in my mind.

Logan was not like that. He was different. He had been kind to me, respectful, even. But there was a nagging voice in the back of my head that kept whispering, “What if?”

The day wore on, the minutes ticking by slowly, each one filled with doubt and uncertainty. I found myself glancing at the clock, counting down the hours until I could leave, until I could escape the office and the weight of my own thoughts.

I hardly got any work done. As I packed up my things at the end of the day, I had a new resolve within me: I needed to figure out a way to make sure that this… this ‘arrangement’ with Logan wouldn’t end in dire circumstances.

I had to protect myself somehow. When I finally stepped out into the cool evening air, my heart skipped a beat. There, waiting outside, were the same sleek black cars that I had become all too familiar with, and standing beside them was Logan with a smirk on his face.

“Good evening, Miss Morgan,” he said as I approached. “Your chariot awaits you.”

“Logan!” I hissed, my voice sharper than I intended. “What are you doing here? I live within walking distance. You don’t need to be picking me up every single day.”

He just chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “It’s a dangerous city, Ella. I’m just trying to help.”

I frowned, anger bubbling up inside me. “By disrespecting my wishes? Is this how it’s going to be all throughout this year? I don’t want this to be another case where the woman is trapped and can’t leave.”

His smile vanished, his eyes widening in confusion. “What are you talking about, Ella? Trapped? Abused? What’s all this about?”

I blanched, realizing that I had spoken without thinking, my fear and anxiety spilling out in a rush of words. But it was too late to take them back now, and a part of me didn’t want to.

“Is it true?” I asked, my voice trembling. “What they say about the Mafia and the women who get involved with them? That they’re trapped, abused, unable to leave?”

Logan’s face paled, and he looked away, his jaw clenching. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft and filled with regret. “It is true, to an extent. But not all men are like that, Ella. Just some of them.” “But how do I know that you’re not like that?” I asked, my voice breaking. “How can I trust you?”

“You have to trust me, Ella,” he said, his voice filled with pain. “I would never do anything like that to you. I’m not like those men.”

I wanted to believe him. I wanted to trust him. But the fear and doubt were like a dark cloud, hanging over me, obscuring everything else. It was only made worse by what I overheard at the dinner party and Sarah’s words.

“But your men kidnapped me, Logan!” I cried, tears threatening to spill out of my eyes. “How can I ever trust you after that?”

He reached out, his hand gently touching my arm, his eyes filled with compassion. “That was a misunderstanding, Ella. You know that. You have to know that.”

I shook my head, tears blinding me. “I don’t know anything anymore, Logan. I don’t know who I can trust, or what’s real.”

He sighed, his shoulders slumping. “I’ll prove it to you then, Ella. I’ll prove that you can trust me, that I’m not like those other men.”

“How?” I demanded, my voice filled with desperation. “How can you prove it to me?” He looked at me, his eyes filled with determination. “You’re a lawyer, Ella. Write up a legally binding contract for us. Make it so that I’ll let you take me to court when this is all over if I don’t let you leave. I’ll sign it, Ella. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you believe in me.”

I looked at him, my mind a whirl of confusion and doubt. Could I really trust him? Was this just another trick, another game?

But something in his eyes told me that he was sincere, that he was telling the truth. “I’ll do it,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll write up the contract.”

He smiled, his eyes filled with relief. “Thank you, Ella. Thank you for trusting me.”

“I don’t trust you,” I said, my voice firm. “Not yet. But I’m willing to give you a chance to prove yourself.”

He nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. “I know, Ella. And I’ll prove it to you. I’ll prove that you can trust me.”

We shook hands, sealing the deal, and I looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of deception. But all I saw was sincerity, determination, and a promise.

For the first time in days, I felt my wolf Ema’s presence relax. She said nothing, but I knew that she was happy. And in a strange way, it made me feel better about my decision, too.

“Okay, Logan,” I said, my voice filled with resolve. “Let’s do this. Let’s make this contract, and let’s make it ironclad. I’ll hold you to it, Logan. I’ll hold you to every word.”

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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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