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His Nanny Mate Chapter 315 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 315 A Change Of Heart


The courthouse’s archaic clock chimed, echoing through the expansive corridor. Warm sunlight filtered through the stained-glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the cold marble floor.

The hum of hushed conversations filled the hallway as I pushed my way out of the bathroom. In a few minutes, I’d be back in court, facing another round of the tumultuous battle between Logan and the local tenants.

I wasn’t looking forward to it; not in the slightest. And I especially wasn’t looking forward to it after my emotional conversation with Miss Smith in the restroom.

Logan’s tall frame called out to me from the end of the hallway. “Ella,” he said, a strange sense of what almost sounded like remorse in his voice, “I’d like to talk to you.”

The sunlight filtering through caught the flecks of gold in his blue eyes, but they bore an uncharacteristic uncertainty to them.

“Oh, god,” I thought to myself as I approached. “What is it now?” “Does he look… remorseful?” Ema asked, perking up slightly. “Maybe he’s had a change of heart after all.”

“Don’t get too excited, Ema,” I said plainly in response. “And don’t give the jerk too much credit. I’m almost entirely certain that he doesn’t even have a heart in there to change.”

I approached and stopped a couple of feet in front of him, noticing how the hallway was emptying as the others returned to court. “What is it?” I asked, checking my watch.

“Ella,” he began, his voice lower than its usual confident timbre, “about earlier-*

“What about earlier?” I interjected, raising a brow. “You mean when you tried to intimidate me, or when you referred to a single mother and her dying son as ‘just business’?”

The chandeliers overhead cast soft light, reflecting off the high-gloss wooden benches and illuminating Logan’s conflicted expression.

Logan’s eyes softened a little more. If I didn’t know better, I would say that his shoulders slumped a little, too. “It’s about both of those things,” he said.

I sighed, glancing over his shoulder at the bailiff, who was standing by the courtroom door with an impatient look in her gaze. She held her wrist up and tapped her watch silently, signaling that it was time to return to court.

“Go on,” I muttered. “But make it quick.”

He hesitated, exhaling slowly. “I’m sorry. For all of it. That’s all I wanted to say.”

I took a deep breath, pressing my lips together. “An apology,” Ema said. “Maybe that’s a start.


“Wrong,” I answered her. “It means nothing. And knowing Logan, it’s just another manipulative tactic to bring me back to his side. And it’s not working, either.”

I said nothing in response to Logan’s apology. partially because the bailiff’s impatient eyes were now boring holes in my skull.

“Look,” I said, “It’s time to get back in court. Just remember, you may be… complicated in my life, but first and foremost right now, you’re my client and nothing more. I’m here to win this case for you because it’s my duty as your lawyer.” I paused, glancing away. “But after your behavior, I’ve been seriously reconsidering our agreement.”

Logan frowned, running a hand through his jet- black hair, which stood in stark contrast to the creamy backdrop of the courthouse walls. “Ella, we made a contract. It’s binding, is it not?”

“Yes, we do have a contract,” I replied with a huff, the click of my heels echoing against the stone flooring. “But binding or not, if I’m dealing with someone who lies about his intentions, it automatically makes the contract null and void. I may need to rethink things.”

He took a step closer, his scent-a mix of sandalwood and something uniquely Logan- filling the air. “I never lied about my intentions. But Ella, if you’re so unhappy with our arrangement, after this case is settled, you can leave. I promise I won’t stop you.”

I blinked, taken aback by his concession. This was not the domineering Logan Barrett I had come to know. Before I could respond, the bailiff’s voice boomed, interrupting the cocoon of our conversation. “Counsel, please return to the courtroom. We’re waiting on you.”

With a final glance at Logan, I proceeded towards the large wooden doors of the courtroom. To my surprise, Logan reached out, holding the door open for me. I murmured a quiet thank you, deliberately avoiding his gaze, and stepped into the room.

The large chamber felt even more imposing than before. The tall ceilings, flanked by ornate moldings, dwarfed the attendees. The stained oak of the jury box and the witness stand contrasted with the deep green of the room’s carpeting.

As I walked down the aisle, the room’s atmosphere was thick with anticipation. Heads turned, eyes following us, their whispers a constant, hushed undertone. The opposing lawyer, Mr. Delaney, a slender man with a shock of silver hair, stood as proceedings resumed.

Clearing his throat, he addressed the room. “Your Honor, given the circumstances, my client sees no winnable outcome here. He’s willing to vacate the premises. But evicting all the tenants-it’s tearing him apart.”

Murmurs swept across the room, punctuated by the shuffle of papers and the soft creak of leather seats. I could feel the weight of Miss Smith’s gaze on me. When our eyes met, her look was one of accusation, disappointment, and a plea for understanding.

It felt like a dagger to my chest, the responsibility and the implications of the case pressing down heavily. As the room awaited the judge’s response, Logan, in a move that seemed completely out of character, stood up.

“Your Honor,” he began, pausing to look around the room. The sunlight streamed through the high windows, casting long beams that highlighted the dust motes floating in the air.

“Mr. Barrett?” The judge said, peering at Logan over his wire-rimmed glasses. “Be seated.”

But Logan remained standing.

“Logan,” I hissed quietly, glaring up at him, “what are you doing?”

“Your Honor, I’d like to make another offer,” Logan announced, commanding everyone’s attention.

The judge leaned forward, interest piqued. “Go on, Mr. Barrett.”

Logan took a deep breath. “I will cover the landlord’s missed rent. In return, I won’t build the plaza. Instead, I’d like permission to erect a statue on the premises-a tribute to the community and its spirit.”

A collective gasp filled the room. Even the judge seemed taken aback, his usually stoic face displaying evident surprise. Mr. Grayson, mouth agape, blinked a few times as if processing what had just transpired.

I felt as though the wind had been knocked out of me. All I could do was blink incredulously up at Logan, my eyes wide with shock.

“Mr. Barrett, are you fully understanding the implications of your proposition?” the judge asked, eyebrows raised.

“I am, Your Honor.”

Mr. Grayson seemed to find his voice, albeit shakily. “If Mr. Barrett is genuine, my client may be open to discussing these terms.”

With a nod, the judge declared, “Court will adjourn for today to give both parties a chance to discuss this new development.”

The sound of the gavel echoed in the silent room, punctuating the end of another chapter in this ongoing saga. As the audience began to disperse, I turned to Logan, utterly shell-shocked. “What was that?”

Logan looked at me, the sunlight illuminating his face, revealing the soft creases around his eyes.

“A change of heart, Ella. Or maybe, just maybe, it was there all along.”

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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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