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His Nanny Mate Chapter 310 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 310 Moral Compass


“Your mother?” I asked, shooting Logan a quizzical look. “What does your mother have to do with this case?”

The weight of Logan’s gaze was palpable as he began to speak. “The land… it’s more than just an asset, Ella.”

His voice was soft, yet there was an undeniable intensity lurking beneath. I leaned forward, genuinely intrigued. His usually unreadable face hinted at vulnerability, a side of him I had yet to see.

“My mother used to own a shop there,” he started, pausing as if gathering his thoughts. “It was her pride and joy-a little sanctuary away from the chaos of the world. It was the last piece of independence she had.”

I watched him closely, the atmosphere thickening with every word. “Your mother? But I thought she was always… well, with your father.”

“She was,” he replied, hesitating slightly. “But before the overwhelming demands of our family took over, she had that little shop. My father made her leave it behind. She missed it every day.” Logan’s fingers tightened on the edge of my desk, his knuckles whitening.

There was so much unsaid between those lines. He kept speaking of his mother in the past tense, implying that she was no longer alive. I wanted to ask, but I chose to keep quiet.

There was a whole lifetime of pain, loss, and perhaps even regret in his eyes. It was jarring to see this side of Logan. A stark contrast to the ruthless businessman and Mafia boss I’d come to know.

“I intend to have that land, Ella,” he continued, his eyes fixed on a distant point, as though looking into the past. “I want to build a plaza there… with a statue of her. A place to honor her with.”

“That’s… really touching,” I admitted, my heart softening towards him. The image of a young Logan, perhaps clutching his mother’s hand in front of her beloved shop, played in my mind. “It’s a beautiful gesture. I’m sure she would love that.”

“She would have,” Logan said quietly. “She’s gone now. Has been for many years.” My eyes widened slightly, although I had an inkling that his mother had passed. “I’m sorry.”

Logan said nothing. His gaze refocused on me, his expression unreadable once more. But the sentiment had already been revealed.

However, a nagging concern remained. “But Logan,” I ventured cautiously, “What about the tenants? It’s not really fair to evict them just for a statue, is it?”

He stared at me for a moment, clearly not expecting the question. “It’s not just a statue,” he said, his voice so low it was almost a growl. “It’s more than that.”

“Right,” I replied, swallowing somewhat. “But my point still stands. There are people, families, living in those apartments. You’d really evict all of them for this?”

Suddenly, Logan’s face darkened. “Ella, you’re my lawyer. Your job is to win cases for me, not to serve as my moral compass.”

“I’m not trying to claim that I’m morally superior in any way,” I replied, matching his intensity. “But isn’t it part of my role to offer counsel? Both legally and ethically?”

He leaned back in his chair, studying me. “Look, Ella, my reasons are my own. Why does it matter so much to you?”

“Because…” I hesitated, gathering my thoughts. “Isn’t there a part of you that wants to be better? To honor your mother in a way she would truly appreciate? Evicting families, people with lives and memories just like you, doesn’t seem like the right way to do it.”

A flash of annoyance crossed his features. “So, now you’re telling me what my mother would want?” he asked. “You don’t know the first thing about her.”

“No,” I responded calmly, holding his gaze. “I’m not saying that. I’m just asking you to think about it before you do anything.”

Logan seemed to wrestle with his thoughts for a moment. The tension in the room was palpable, our two wills colliding like opposing storm fronts.

“Just win the case, Ella,” he finally said, his voice firm. “And stop trying to make me feel guilty.”

I sighed, knowing there was little more to be said. “Alright, Logan. I’ll do my best. But I hope you’ll consider what we discussed.”

He rose from his chair, his posture rigid. Without another word, he strode out of the room, leaving me alone with my swirling thoughts.

His revelations about his mother had unveiled a depth to him I hadn’t anticipated. Yet, with Logan, there were always layers, each more intricate and enigmatic than the last.

For all the softness he had shown, his final words were a sharp reminder of the world he inhabited a world of power plays, of ruthless decisions, and of a legacy he seemed both bound to and burdened by.

As the door clicked shut behind him, I felt a mix of emotions. Respect for the love he held for his mother, frustration at his stubbornness, and an overwhelming urge to bridge the distance between us, to find some middle ground.

However, the silence left in the wake of Logan’s departure was almost suffocating. Before I could gather my thoughts, the familiar presence of Ema stirred, her energy swirling around me.

“Ella, what are you going to do?” she questioned, her voice tinged with concern. I sighed deeply, running a hand through my hair. “I’m his lawyer. My duty is to serve my client, regardless of personal feelings.”

She growled softly, a low rumble echoing in the back of my mind. “You’re more than just his lawyer. You’re a person with values, with ethics. Remember what we just talked about? Surely there’s a way to make him see reason.”

I slumped back in my chair, staring blankly at the ceiling. “I tried, Ema. I really did. But you saw him-how he is. He’s set in his ways. Pushing further might jeopardize our professional relationship.”

Her voice held a hint of defiance. “And what about our values? What about standing up for those who can’t? I thought you believed in justice, in doing what’s right.”

“I do,” I whispered, feeling the weight of the responsibility. “But sometimes, my hands are tied. There are battles I can’t win, no matter how hard I try.”

The wolf inside me seemed to pace, restless and agitated. “So, we just give up? Let him have his way, even if it means causing pain to innocent people?”

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. “It’s not about giving up. It’s about picking our battles. I’ll do what I can within the legal framework, but I can’t force him to change his mind.”

There was a long pause, as if my wolf was grappling with the situation. When she finally spoke, her tone was more subdued, but still infused with passion.

“I know the world we live in isn’t black and white. But you, Ella, you’ve always had strong moral convictions. You’ve always known which battles to fight, which causes to champion. This… this feels wrong. Moana would be hurt, too.”

My heart ached. “I know, Ema,” I murmured. “It hurts to feel like I’m letting you down, letting myself down. But Logan… he’s complicated. There’s so much I still don’t know about him. Today he showed vulnerability, a side I haven’t seen before. Maybe… maybe with time, he’ll come around.”

Ema huffed, the sound of frustration evident. “Time is a luxury those tenants might not have. Do we just stand by and watch? Isn’t there some middle ground?”

“I’ll look into it,” I promised. “See if there’s a way to protect their rights while still fulfilling my duties to Logan. But I won’t push him directly. Not now.”

My wolf’s energy seemed to shift, a touch more understanding in her tone. “I just want you to remember who you are, Ella. Remember what we stand for. Don’t lose yourself in this world he inhabits.”

A sad smile played on my lips. “I won’t, Ema. But it’s a tightrope walk. Balancing what’s right with what’s expected of me.”

There was a quiet acceptance from my wolf, but also a firm resolve. “Then let’s find that balance together. Let’s ensure we can look in the mirror every day and be proud of the choices we make.”

I nodded, taking strength from her presence. “Agreed. We’ll find a way. We always do.”

With renewed determination, I turned my attention back to the files on my desk. But amidst the legal jargon and case notes, my thoughts kept drifting back to Logan, to the choices I had to make, and the path that lay ahead.

One thing was clear: this journey was going to be a lot more challenging than I could ever have anticipated.

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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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