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His Nanny Mate Chapter 311 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 311 The Testimonies


The early morning mist hung low in the air as I approached the courthouse. Its grand stone steps and impressive facade were familiar to me now, having spent countless hours within its halls.

However, today was different. Today, the weight of the impending trial pressed heavily upon me, making each step feel just a bit heavier.

It had been a month since Logan told me about his second case. A month of hard work, of stone walls and questionable morals. No matter how much I tried to convince him to reconsider his stance on the case, he wouldn’t budge.

And eventually, I gave up. Before I reached the grand entrance, a figure leaning against one of the building’s pillars caught my eye. Logan.

Even from a distance, the tailored fit of his suit accentuated his stature, and I had to admit, he looked especially handsome. His posture was relaxed, hands buried deep in his pockets, but there was a tightness in the set of his shoulders, a hint of unease that I hadn’t seen before.

Over the last month, working side by side with him, my admiration for his professionalism had been tainted by the growing resentment I felt. His refusal to see the real-life consequences of his actions, his seeming indifference to the fates of the tenants, it left a bitter taste in my mouth.

As I drew closer, I noticed a somewhat sad and apprehensive look in his eyes. Was it possible that beneath that calm, confident exterior, there lay a man grappling with his own conflicts?

Or was I merely hoping for some semblance of empathy from him?

“Ella,” he greeted, pushing off from the pillar, his voice smooth, a contrast to the tension in his gaze.

“Logan,” I replied, nodding in acknowledgment.

“Did you sleep well last night? Are you prepared to win this case?” His question felt genuine, but it also underscored our differing views on the case’s outcome.

I hesitated for a moment, my gaze dropping. Did I really want to win? The idea of victory meant uprooting countless lives, leaving families, like the one we had heard in the last hearing, homeless. The internal battle raged within me.

“I’m ready to perform my duty,” I finally said, my voice betraying none of the inner turmoil I felt. Instead, I offered a tight-lipped smile, hoping to sidestep the deeper implications of his question.

Not waiting for a response, I stepped in through the large front doors and then immediately veered towards the closest coffee machine. Its mechanical hum and the faint aroma of brewing coffee was oddly comforting in the midst of the tension. As I fumbled for some change, I heard Logan’s footsteps approach.

“Why would you waste your money on one of these crappy machines?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his tone. “Have I note been paying you enough? You could get yourself something much better. Hell, I could have brought you a nice cup from that coffee shop around the corner if you’d wanted.”

I paused, looking up at him. The comment was typical Logan, always seeking the finer things, always living a life of luxury.

Normally, I ignored it. But today, it grated on me. With everything at stake, with the lives of so many hanging in the balance, such trivialities seemed so… insignificant.

“It’s just fuel,” I responded, finally slotting the coins into the machine. “Something to keep my mind sharp for the trial ahead. Not everything in life is about indulgence and pleasure, Logan.”

He seemed taken aback by the sharpness in my tone, his eyebrows drawing together slightly. For a moment, an awkward silence lingered between us, punctuated only by the soft gurgle of the coffee machine..

Logan’s gaze held mine, searching, as if trying. to decipher the layers of emotion and thought beneath my words. I could see a flicker of understanding, or perhaps it was realization, in his eyes.

Maybe, just maybe, he was beginning to see the broader picture, to understand the gravity of what was at stake. But he said nothing. Instead, he took a step back, giving me space to collect my drink.

The machine beeped, signaling that my coffee was ready. Taking the cup, I met Logan’s gaze once more. There was so much left unsaid between us, so many complexities surrounding this case and our roles within it.

“We should head in,” I finally said, breaking the silence.

He nodded. “Yes, we should.”

The courtroom was dense with anticipation, a quiet hum of whispered conversations filling the space.

As Logan’s lawyer, the weight of the case was on my shoulders, and the complexity of my feelings only deepened the burden. Each testimony from the tenants was like a knife in my heart, a stark reminder of the lives that would be disrupted by the case’s outcome..

“Miss Smith,” the opposing lawyer, Mr. Delaney, began, “please tell the court about yourself and your living conditions.”

A frail woman took the stand, her tired eyes scanning the room before settling on the judge. Next to her stood a young boy, not older than five or six at the most, with a thin face and an IV port visible on his arm.

“I’m a single mom,” she began, her voice soft but filled with resolve. “I work three jobs just to keep my son, Jonathan, in school and pay for his medical bills. He…he has Leukemia.” Her voice wavered, but she pushed through.

The courtroom was so silent you could hear a pin drop. My gaze shifted to Logan, watching for any sign of reaction. But he sat still, his expression masked, revealing nothing.

Mr. Delaney continued. “Miss Smith, can you tell us about your living conditions and your relationship with your landlord?”

She nodded, tears forming in her eyes. “This apartment complex was our salvation. After leaving my abusive husband, no one would take us in. Everywhere I went, they saw my income, my situation, and turned me away. But the landlord at our current complex? He welcomed us with open arms. He even lets us pay less in rent and doesn’t mind if we’re a little late sometimes.”

My heart clenched, guilt and sympathy. intertwining. I scribbled down some notes, but my mind was elsewhere. These were real people with real problems, not just case files.

“Miss Smith,” Mr. Delaney continued, “what would happen if you and your son were evicted?”

She looked down, taking a deep breath before answering. “We’d be on the streets. We have nowhere else to go. Without our current home, we can’t afford the treatments Jonathan needs. I can’t even begin to imagine…” She trailed off, wiping away a tear.

The weight in the room grew heavier, each word settling in the pit of my stomach. As the testimony continued, I felt a tear roll down my cheek. Quickly, I brushed it away, hoping no one noticed.

But when my gaze met Logan’s, his eyes were fixed on the mother and son. There was a clenching of his jaw, a slight crease in his forehead. It was a subtle reaction, but it was there. For the first time, it seemed the gravity of the situation was getting to him.

When the testimony ended, a hush fell over the courtroom. The words spoken lingered in the air, a haunting reminder of the human cost at stake.

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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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