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His Nanny Mate Chapter 301 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 301 Offshore Account


The cold, salty breeze that brushed against my face as we arrived at the docks was a stark, but welcoming, contrast to the stifling warmth of the party. The night was dark, the water shimmering faintly under the moonlight.

Moored ahead of us was an enormous yacht, its sprawling length dotted with sparkling lights, making it look like a floating palace.

“God, how big is this thing?” I whispered, taking in the sheer size of the vessel. “That’s my brother’s taste for you,” Logan murmured, his voice a mix of amusement and exasperation.

The yacht, named The Serpent’s Charm, was truly an epitome of luxury and excess. After a tour of the sprawling main deck, Logan led me towards the interior, with a promise of showing the opulence that lay within..

Opening a double door adorned with intricate golden patterns, we entered the grand lounge. It was vast, stretching wide with plush velvet couches and a massive crystal chandelier hanging above. On the far end was a bar, its shelves stocked with rows of the finest spirits and champagnes.

“And here, Ms. Morgan,” a voice interrupted, making us turn. It was a man in a crisp uniform, likely the captain. “Is where many of our esteemed guests like to unwind. The lounge boasts a collection of spirits from over fifty countries.”

“Seems like your brother has quite the taste,” I remarked, taking in the grandeur of not only the yacht itself, but the staff. It was like being in an extremely expensive hotel. Logan shrugged. “Or perhaps too much money to burn.”

The captain, perhaps sensing the underlying tension, quickly changed the topic. “Shall we proceed to the dining area?”

We nodded, following him through a series of corridors, each adorned with paintings and sculptures from what looked like different eras. The dining room was another spectacle. A long table made of what looked like mahogany, surrounded by chairs upholstered in deep purple velvet, dominated the center. Above, another chandelier, this one even larger, glittered.

“Dinner parties here are quite the affair,” Logan mentioned, almost absent-mindedly.

“Or orgies of excess,” I retorted, only half-joking. Logan smirked. “You certainly have a way with words, Ella,” he said. Then, lowering his voice: “And you’re not wrong.”

As we moved on, we came across a state-of- the-art kitchen, larger than most restaurants, and then a cinema room with plush recliners and a screen that took up an entire wall.

“Wow, a private theater?” I exclaimed, genuinely impressed.

Logan’s brother, having caught up with us, chimed in with a sly grin. “Care for a private screening later? I’ve got all sorts of foreign. films, if you catch my drift.”

“Let’s stick to the tour for now,” I replied, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. We continued our journey through the yacht, stopping briefly at a spa area complete with a sauna and a jacuzzi. Every step I took felt like sinking further into a world of extravagance I’d only ever read about in novels.

“You seem surprised,” Logan said quietly as we followed behind the tour group. “Not used to this sort of extravagance?”

“Not at all,” I replied, shaking my head. “My father never cared for stuff like this. None of us did. We had a nice penthouse and a mountain estate, and sure, there were plenty of parties. and galas. But a yacht like this? He’d never dream of it.”

As we rounded the tour, approaching what looked like private quarters, Marina joined us.

“This is where the magic happens,” she said with a wink, gesturing to a grand bedroom with an adjoining balcony that offered a breathtaking view of the sea.

It was then that the weight of the yacht’s luxury hit me. It wasn’t just about flaunting wealth; it was a statement. A declaration of power and dominance. And Marina and Harry, by taking us on this tour, were showing us just how much better they were.

“Enjoying the tour?” Marina asked, her voice dripping with faux sweetness.

“Every bit of it,” I replied, maintaining a polite facade. “Though, I have to ask: how does one even keep track of everything here?”

Marina laughed. “You get used to it. And with enough staff, everything runs like clockwork.”

“I can only imagine,” I murmured.

As we returned to the pool area, I couldn’t shake off the overwhelming sensation of having glimpsed another world-a world of unchecked extravagance, where every desire was just an arm’s length away.

I couldn’t help but wonder how much blood money was behind every polished surface and every glinting trinket. But, holding onto my discretion, I kept my thoughts to myself..

Logan must have sensed my discomfort because he tightened his grip around my arm.

“Stick close,” he warned, guiding me to wrap my arm around his. I felt a surge of warmth run up my arm, and there was a flutter in my stomach that I couldn’t entirely blame on the dizzying opulence around me.

Ema was practically purring inside my head. “I like this,” she hummed, enjoying our proximity to Logan.

“I noticed,” I quipped back mentally. Logan’s brother, a tall figure with dark hair and a smirk to rival Loga’s, led the guests toward the pool area. The pool, lit from below, cast a serene glow on the guests as they began shedding layers and diving in.

Glancing down at my elegant but non-aquatic outfit, I sighed.

“I didn’t bring a swimsuit.”

Logan’s brother turned to face me, his smirk widening. “You can always skinny dip,” he suggested, his tone dripping with mischief. Heat rushed to my face. “I think I’ll pass on swimming tonight,” I replied, giving him a pointed look.

Before the awkwardness could stretch further, Marina, with her cascade of golden hair and striking green eyes, approached us.

“Ella,” she cooed, “I have a spare bikini you can borrow. Come with me.”

I hesitated, looking over at Logan, uncertain. Using our Mindlink, a soft, reassuring voice echoed in my head. “It’ll be okay. Just keep your gun close.”

Trusting him, I nodded and followed Marina through a maze of corridors, each more opulent than the last. She led me to her private quarters. The room was nothing short of a royal suite, decked in satin and silks with gold accents.

She handed me a piece of fabric that she referred to as a bikini. Skimpy was an understatement; it barely qualified as cloth. Holding it in my hand, I felt like a prude, but there was no way I was parading around in this.

“I’ll give you some privacy,” Marina said with a wink, closing the door behind her.

Grumbling to myself, I reluctantly changed into the scanty swimsuit. It barely covered… well, anything, with the top leaving almost everything on display and the bottom being hardly more than a thong.

But, as Logan said, this was about appearances. We had to play this game for a year, and his family clearly already had their reservations about me.

“You can just wear it and keep a towel on,” Ema said, equally as perturbed by the bundle of strings that Marina called a ‘swimsuit’.

“Good idea,” I said. Grabbing an embroidered towel off the rack, I tightly wrapped it around my body, hoping it would provide some semblance of decency.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped out. To my surprise, Marina was there, waiting. And in her hand, she held my gun, a wicked smirk playing on her lips.

“I believe this is yours,” she purred, twirling it around her finger.

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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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