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His Nanny Mate Chapter 319 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 319 Breakroom Gossip Vs Cold Blood


As the sun peeked through the gaps in my curtains, illuminating the quiet of my bedroom, my phone buzzed.

The name on the screen-Logan-made my heart race. It had been a week since our conversation at the bar, and while the weight of his story still lingered between us, our professional relationship had felt as though it solidified.

“Morning.” I answered, my voice still raspy from sleep. “You’re calling me bright and early today.”

“Ella,” he greeted, his tone more formal than I’d grown used to. “The last case you handled for me went well. I have another one, but this… it’s different. More complicated. A lot more complicated.”

I sat up, intrigued. “Complicated how?”

He paused, choosing his words carefully. “There’s been a murder. On a property I own.”

The gravity of his words settled over me. I chewed the inside of my cheek as I ran my hand through my hair, my eyes darting across the room.

“A murder?” I asked quietly.

Logan was silent for a moment. “Yes,” he finally replied. “Ella, I… His voice softened a bit. “I know how it sounds, but it had nothing to do with me. And yet…” He paused again. I heard the sound of another voice in the background- someone calling his name.

“Logan?” I called out.

I could hear him clear his throat. “Actually, I’ll send you the details later, alright?” he said. “Something came up.”

I sighed. It was only six in the morning, and I was already being bombarded with a case that I hadn’t been expecting; a murder, of all things. “I see,” I said, putting on my best professional voice. “Just get me the details, and I’ll handle it.”

T’ll send everything over,” he replied, his tone slightly softer. “But brace yourself, Ella. This one’s a maze.”

I smirked, confidence surging. “I love a good challenge.”

The line went dead, leaving me with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Little did I know, the day had more in store for me than just a new case.

Walking into the office, the hustle of the morning shift greeted me. The air buzzed with activity, with detectives and officers exchanging notes, sipping on their coffee, and prepping for the day ahead.

Ignoring the curious glances in my direction, I made my way to my desk, lost in thoughts about Logan’s mysterious case.

As I started up my computer, a faint murmur reached my ears. The voices came from the breakroom, and something compelled me to move closer. I halted just outside the door, the conversation growing clearer.

“You won’t believe this,” one voice-clearly Rebecca’s, with her signature nasal tone-said, dripping with condescension. “The rookie’s got herself another case. Third one. And they say that this one’s even bigger.”

“Ugh,” another voice, which I recognized as Mark’s, chimed in, “I’ve been here for five years, and I’ve never been handed something of this magnitude. Especially not on a silver platter like her.”

There was a pause, followed by a sneering laugh. “Well, maybe if you were sleeping with your client, you’d have a shot too,” Rebecca quipped.

The blood rushed to my face, anger and humiliation mingling in a dangerous cocktail. I felt my hands curl up into fists at my sides, and my ears began to grow into slight points as the urge to shift started to creep up on me.

Ema stirred inside of me “Tell them.” she growled, bristling at their harsh words. “Tell them that they’re wrong. You’re not sleeping with anyone.”

I shook my head, swallowing nervously to quell the anger. “No. It’s not worth it to try to argue against these gossips. Kill ’em with kindness, as Moana always says.”

Taking a deep breath, I straightened my posture and walked into the breakroom. “Good morning, everyone,” I greeted cheerfully, grabbing a coffee mug. “How’s everyone’s day so far?”

The room went silent. Most of them averted their gaze, their guilt evident. Slowly, one by one, they began to leave, the tension in the room palpable. All except Sarah. She lingered, her brown eyes narrowed, disdain evident.

As she approached me, her voice dripped with malice. “You should be ashamed of yourself, Ella.”

I met her gaze head-on, refusing to let her words rattle me. “Noted. Have a great day, Sarah,” I replied, opting for politeness. She huffed, casting me one last dirty look before walking out, her heels clicking angrily against the tile floor.

I took a moment, letting out a long sigh, feeling the weight of the morning’s events. But then, the thought of the challenging case ahead, the intricacies I’d have to unravel, pushed the incident to the back of my mind..

The pale glow of my computer screen was the only source of light in my dim office. Files that had yet to be neatly put away lay scattered across the desk, testament to the complex nature of the cases I had been handling since my arrangement with Logan.

The rhythmic clicking of my keyboard was the lone noise breaking the quiet, until the soft knock on my door startled me.

“Come in,” I called, expecting to see one of my colleagues. But instead, Logan walked in, his usually confident posture replaced by one of tension. His stormy eyes held a hint of vulnerability that I hadn’t seen before.

“Logan,” I started, standing up. “What brings you here? I thought you were going to send me an email or something.”

He took a deep breath, closing the door gently behind him. “I was,” he said, running a hand through his dark hair. “But I decided that it would be best if I talked to you in person, because some things have changed about this case.”

He looked me straight in the eyes. “As you know, someone was murdered in one of my restaurants-La Lune, it’s called. And up until now, it was somewhat cut-and-dry.”

I leaned back in my chair, intrigued. “Explain.”

Logan nodded solemnly. “It was a gunshot wound to the head. Quick, clean, and clearly planned out. One of my chefs. I wasn’t too concerned about it, figuring that it was some sort of personal beef he had with someone else. But now, the other chef who was there just contacted me this morning. Or at least, his lawyer did. And he’s claiming that it was me who shot the other guy.”

I blinked, taken aback. “You?”

He looked exasperated. “Of course, I didn’t do it. Why the hell would I shoot my own chef? Hell, I just gave him a raise. He was a good employee.”

My mind raced, processing the information. “Do you have an alibi?”

He looked momentarily relieved. “Yes. I was at ‘The Whiskey Barrel’, my other joint, for at business meeting. There were at least six people with me. Witnesses.”

“That’s good,” I said, relief washing over me. “Get in touch with every single person who was with you. We’ll need them to give formal statements, ASAP.”

Logan ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of frustration. “I never thought I’d be in a situation like this, Ella. Especially not accused of something so grave.”

“I believe you,” I assured him, reaching across the desk to place my hand over his. “And I’ll do everything in my power to clear your name.”

His gaze locked onto mine, gratitude evident in his blue eyes. “You have no idea how much that means to me. Honestly, Ella, you never cease to impress me.”

His words caught me off guard. My cheeks warmed, and I pulled my hand back, unable to suppress a bashful smile. “Well, we’ve tackled two cases together. What’s one more, right?”

He chuckled, the tension easing slightly. “You have a point. But this…” He sighed deeply. “This one is personal. I have a feeling that someone put that chef up to framing me, and I think we both know who that could be.”

I swallowed, my mind immediately going to the most obvious culprit. Harry. No one else had such a vendetta against Logan. Knowing what I knew about Harry so far, this was just the next step of his to make Leonard give him the family title.

“We’ll handle it,” I said firmly. “Just like the others.”

Logan nodded, standing up. “I’ll get to work, gather the people. Thank you, Ella.”

I watched him leave, my mind already racing with plans and strategies. This was unexpected, yes. But I was more determined than ever to help Logan. And win the case, just as easily as the other two.

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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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