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His Nanny Mate Chapter 318 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 318 Pity


As Ella posed her question, the dim lighting in the bar cast shadows that seemed to stretch out indefinitely, swallowing the other patrons in a blurry distance.

The hushed jazz, an ever-present undertone, seemed to recede, leaving just the two of us in a world of our own. She waited with that unwavering look of gentle anticipation, clearly wanting the truth.

“The truth is,” I said, my finger running along the rim of my glass, “I don’t really know what happened to her.”

Ella was silent for a moment. When I glanced up at her, I saw that she was shooting me a confused look. Her head was cocked to the side, her almost-white hair, loosened from its tight bun and now cascading over her shoulders, falling into her eye.

I couldn’t decide whether she looked more beautiful now or when she was working so passionately in court. I looked away, swallowing before she could sense the heat creeping into my face.

“What do you mean?” she asked. “Was it an accident, or…?”

I shook my head. “You really want to know?” I questioned, my voice betraying a hint of vulnerability. She nodded. “Only if you’re willing to share, that is.”

A weight settled in my chest, and for a moment, I contemplated brushing it off with a light- hearted remark. But there was something about her, about the ambiance of the night, that made me think it might be time to share the heavy secret I’d carried for years.

Taking a deep breath, I said, “It was a Tuesday.”

Suddenly, the bar faded, and I was back in our old house…

The sun cast a golden hue over the neighborhood as I made my way home, the excitement of acing my math test bubbling up inside me.

I quickened my pace, the anticipation of sharing my achievement with Mom driving me forward. Our small, cream-colored house stood proudly at the end of the lane, its windows gleaming with the sun’s reflection.

This was before the days of my father’s ‘business’ really taking off. We always had money, more money than my classmates, but our life was normal.

As I got older, I began to realize that it was my mother who kept my father in check. I often remembered overhearing arguments between them, often with her telling him that she didn’t want her sons raised thinking that they were above everyone else.

She wanted us to be normal. But as I stepped inside, an unsettling quietness greeted me. The familiar hum of the TV was missing, and the savory aroma of mom’s cooking was notably absent.

“Mom?” I called out, dropping my backpack by the door.

No reply.

With each silent second, the grip of unease tightened around my heart. I climbed the wooden stairs, their creaks sounding more pronounced in the deafening silence.

My steps grew hesitant as I approached her bedroom door. Something in me sensed that something was wrong. Seriously wrong. The hairs on the back of my neck raised, and I couldn’t explain why.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed it open. I immediately wished that I hadn’t.

The sight that met me nearly brought me to my knees. There she was, lifeless, her once radiant face devoid of the joy I so associated with her. My vision blurred, my throat constricting with a pain I had never known before.

“No… No!” My voice broke, the room spinning around me. “Mom!” I cried out, rushing to her side, hoping against hope that it was just a bad dream.

…The intensity of the memory had me practically gasping for breath, my hands trembling.

Ella’s face, mirroring her shock and empathy, brought me back to the present. “She… she took her own life,” I managed to whisper, the weight of the words feeling like a boulder on my chest. “Cut her wrists. That was the first time I realized just how much blood can be hiding away inside of a person.”

Ella’s eyes misted over. “Logan… I…”

I held up a hand, stopping her. “That’s not the end of it.”

For some reason, I felt compelled to keep talking. I had never opened up like this about my mother, or about anything for that matter, to anyone. But the need to unburden, to share the darkness that had followed, propelled me forward.

“Go on,” she murmured, leaning back a little in her chair. “I’m listening.”

I took a deep breath. “The funeral was… a haze. But what I can never forget was my father’s behavior. He seemed almost… indifferent. Cold,” Ella leaned closer, her voice soft. “That’s… that’s hard to imagine. His wife had just died.”

I chuckled bitterly. “You’re telling me.”

My fingers unconsciously traced the outline of the tiny music box in my pocket. “He sold everything that belonged to her. Everything. Except this.” I brought out the music box, its once vibrant colors now faded. It was tiny, not even the size of my palm. Its ornate design was still beautiful, even after all these years.

Opening it, a hauntingly beautiful melody filled the space between us. Ella reached out, touching the delicate engravings. “May 1?” she asked.

I nodded hesitantly, placing the little music box in her palm. I watched as she carefully turned it over in her hand, inspecting the pattern and listening to the faint song that played from its depths.

“It’s beautiful,” she murmured, lost in its music. She handed it back, our fingers brushing as I took it from her.

“It was her favorite.” I closed the lid, the final note lingering in the air. “I had to steal it from our own house, just to keep a piece of her with me.”

Ella’s eyes shimmered with tears, but it was her next question that reopened old wounds. “Why?

Why did he sell everything?”

I clenched my jaw, the anger from years ago bubbling up.

“I don’t know. All I know is that he had money, suddenly. Lots of it. And whenever I dared to ask about Mom, about her death, he’d just say she wasn’t who she claimed to be, that she got herself in trouble’. He sold everything she used to love, sold our little house, and bought a mansion. After that, no one ever brought her up.”

The intensity in my voice had Ella leaning back, her eyes wide. “Did you ever find out what he meant by that?” she asked.

Taking a deep breath, I replied, “No. My attempts to unearth the truth were always stonewalled. Secrets, Ella. My family is a maze of them. But I guess you already knew that.”

The weight of the revelation settled over us, an unspoken bond forming from the shared pain. On impulse, Ella reached over, giving my hand a squeeze. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her gaze locked onto mine.

I stared at our hands, the warmth of her touch in stark contrast to the chill of the memories. For a moment, I let myself revel in the comfort it offered.

But the walls I had built over the years were not easily torn down. Pulling away, I downed the remainder of my drink.

“It was a long time ago,” I stated, my voice guarded once again. “I don’t need pity.”

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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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