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His Nanny Mate Chapter 314 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 314 Respite


The door to the bathroom swung shut behind me with a quiet click, muffling the ambient sounds of the courthouse’s busy hallway.

For a moment, the silence was overpowering, offering a brief respite from the chaotic world outside. Cold tiles met my stiletto heels, and I leaned over the sink, staring at my reflection. My usually vibrant eyes looked dull, and trails of tears had smeared my makeup slightly. Taking a deep breath, I let the weight of my emotions wash over me.

I turned on the tap, letting the cold water rush over my hands before splashing some onto my face. Each droplet felt like a tiny balm against my heated skin, a fleeting relief from the oppressive weight of guilt that threatened to crush me.

“Why did I ever think this was a good idea?” I whispered, the weight of my decisions bearing down on me. My wolf stirred, a familiar presence at the back of my mind.

“We wanted to make a difference, remember?” she murmured, her voice as gentle as a summer breeze.

“But like this?” I shot back, frustration evident in my tone. “Working with the mafia? Aligning ourselves with people like Logan Barrett for what? Career opportunities? A shot at a successful career as a lawyer?”

The heaviness in my chest intensified, a sour taste lingering in my mouth. I felt sickened by the path I had chosen, regret gnawing at the edges of my consciousness.

“Your intentions were pure,” my wolf argued, her tone soothing. “But lately it feels like Logan tricked us. We believed he wanted to be better. Maybe he just wanted us by his side, to have us as a lawyer, to use our expertise.”

I scoffed bitterly, gripping the sink’s cool edges. “He’s a master manipulator, that’s for sure. I wish I never met him. I… I hate him.”

“I hate him too right now. But unfortunately, he is our fated mate,” my wolf reminded me gently, a touch of sadness in the tone of her voice.

I shook my head vehemently, a few damp strands of hair sticking to my cheeks from where I splashed water on my face. Or maybe it was from my tears.

“I’ll never mate with that jerk,” I murmured. “He’s not worthy of being our mate. Not now, not ever. And I don’t think he’s even capable of changing.”

As if on cue, the door to the bathroom opened, letting in a sliver of light and the muffled hum of voices from outside. The woman who had given the heart-wrenching testimony earlier stepped in, her face a portrait of anguish.

Her gaze locked onto mine in the mirror, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. With tears shimmering in her eyes, her voice trembled with a mix of sorrow and rage. “How can you?” she asked. I raised my eyebrows slightly, taken aback. “Pardon?”

Miss Smith’s eyes narrowed. “How can a fellow woman bring herself to side with a… a… sicko like Logan Barrett?”

The weight of Miss Smith’s words hung heavy in the cold air of the bathroom. Her gaze, once teary and anguished, now bore into mine with a potent mixture of fury and disbelief.

“Why?” she whispered, the single word cutting through the silence like a knife. “How can you defend him? Do you not have a conscience?”

My throat constricted, and for a moment, I felt as though I was being strangled by the weight of my own guilt. “Miss Smith,” I began, my voice shaking. “It’s… it’s complicated.”

She took a step closer, her brown eyes searching mine. “Complicated? My son’s life is on the line. There’s nothing ‘complicated’ about that.”

My heart ached, and the walls of the bathroom

seemed to close in on me. “I wish I could help,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “But you’re not. You’re standing beside him,” she spat, her voice dripping with contempt.

“You’re part of the very system that’s tearing my family apart.”

I looked down, unable to meet her accusing gaze. “I understand your pain,” I murmured, trying to find the right words. “I never wanted things to turn out like this.”

Miss Smith scoffed again. “Do you think your regrets will save my son? Do you think they’ll make up for the hell you two are putting us through?” Her voice quivered with emotion, each word stabbing at my conscience.

“I… I went into law to help people like you,” I admitted, my voice choked with emotion. “I never imagined I’d be on this side of the fight.”

Miss Smith paused, her fierce gaze softening slightly as she studied my face. “Then why are you?”

The question hung in the air, its weight pressing down on me. My mind raced, searching for an answer, but the truth was too convoluted, too entangled in the web of decisions and circumstances that had led me to this point. And lawyer-client confidentiality kept me from saying more.

“I wish I had a simple answer,” I confessed, my eyes misting with tears. “But I don’t. I’m truly sorry for the pain I’m causing you.”

She took a deep breath, attempting to compose herself. “Your apologies won’t change the situation. But maybe your actions can. If you truly regret this, then something about it.”

“I’m bound by my professional obligations,” I whispered, regret evident in my voice. “But I promise, I will try to do what’s right.”

Miss Smith’s gaze remained fixed on me, her eyes searching for any hint of insincerity. “For my son’s sake, I hope you’re telling the truth.”

A heavy silence settled between us, the weight of our conversation lingering in the air. Slowly, Miss Smith turned towards the exit, her steps faltering slightly as she walked towards the door.

“I pray you find your conscience, Miss Morgan,” she said, pausing for a moment before leaving. “Before it’s too late.”

My throat tightened, words failing me. I simply stood there, staring at her, my heart aching with the weight of her condemnation. The air between us thickened with tension, and she shook her head, her expression a mix of disappointment and fury.

Without another word, she turned and made her way out of the bathroom, leaving me alone with the echo of her words.

In the newfound silence, I leaned back against the wall, feeling the cool tiles pressing against my back. She was right. How had I let myself get caught up in this mess?

Outside, I heard the unmistakable sound of the brief recess being called to its end. A wry chuckle almost escaped my lips; fifteen minutes of intermission, and I had spent all of it crying and trying to convince my horrible client to at least try to be a good person for five minutes, when my body really just craved another cup of coffee more than anything.

Taking another steadying breath, I adjusted my blazer and pushed open the door. The bustling hallway outside greeted me, but my attention was immediately drawn to Logan, who stood a few feet away. His tall frame was unmistakable, even amidst the crowd.

But what caught my attention was his expression-pensive, contemplative, as if lost in deep thought. The stoniness in his eyes from before had now faded, and when he turned toward me, I saw something new in his face. Something softer.

“Ella,” he said, sounding almost remorseful, “I’d like to talk to you.”

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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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