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His Nanny Mate Chapter 321 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 321 Discovery


The moonlight streamed into the living room, casting a dim glow over the scattered papers around me.

My floor had turned into a makeshift work desk, a testament to the unyielding hours I’d spent trying to decipher every detail of the case. A nearly empty wine glass sat next to me, a small but rebellious act of indulgence for the night. I had to arm myself mentally and emotionally to go toe-to-toe with Mr. Westbrook tomorrow.

The sneering manner in which he’d dismissed me earlier had left a sting, a challenge I couldn’t ignore. Proving Logan’s innocence was paramount, but so was showing Westbrook that I was a formidable opponent.

With every document I pored over, my determination grew stronger. I wouldn’t let Westbrook’s presumptions dictate the course of this case. I was a force to be reckoned with, and I intended to make sure he knew it. As I reached for another sheet, the sudden buzz of my apartment’s intercom startled me.

Groaning softly, I got up, the joints in my legs protesting after hours of sitting. Peering at the monitor, Logan’s face greeted me. His eyes, even in the grainy display, conveyed a mixture of concern and hesitation.

“Ella?” His voice crackled over the speaker. Sighing, I pressed the button. “It’s late, Logan. What are you doing here?”

“Just…a little worried about you after earlier, that’s all,” he admitted, fidgeting with the collar of his jacket.

I hesitated for a moment, then relented, buzzing him in. As the door clicked open, I returned to my floor, settling back amidst the sea of papers.

Logan walked in, his eyes darting around the room, taking in the chaotic spread of legal documents. “Working hard, I see.”

“It’s more about working smart,” I murmured, not lifting my eyes from a particularly perplexing affidavit. “Just gearing up for tomorrow.”

Logan pulled up a barstool and perched himself on it, scrutinizing my every move. The weight of his gaze was palpable, an almost tangible pressure. “Need a hand?”

I glanced up, offering him a wry smile. “I’ve got this, Logan. But, I guess a little company won’t hurt. Since you’re here, and all.”

Nodding, he accepted the wine glass I offered him. We sat in silence, punctuated only by the occasional rustle of paper and the muted clinks of our glasses. He watched, attentive and silent, as I pieced together fragments of information.

Something had changed between us over the time we had spent working together. I hated to admit it, but he almost was beginning to feel like… a friend. Or, at the very least, his presence didn’t make me want to puke as much anymore.

After a moment, he spoke, his voice low and soft. “Can I say something?”

I shrugged. “Go on.”

Logan cleared his throat. “You look really pretty like this.”

I froze, my hand midway between a document and my wine glass. Raising an eyebrow, I shot him a skeptical look. I was just wearing a ratty hoodie, some equally ratty shorts, and I had my hair up in a sloppy bun atop my head. I hadn’t even showered yet since I got home from work.

“Like what?” I asked. “A sleep-deprived slob drowning in paperwork?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “No, studious. Focused. It’s…endearing. And, for the record, you look pretty, not like a slob.”

I could feel the warmth flooding my cheeks, a deep crimson that no wine could induce. “You’re delusional,” I mumbled, trying to focus on a document and failing spectacularly. “And you’re just trying to butter me up.

Logan’s laughter was soft, echoing the gentleness in his eyes. “Perhaps. But I still stand by what I said.”

Clearing my throat, I started gathering the scattered sheets, shoving them into a neat pile.. “I should probably head to bed. Big day tomorrow.”

Logan nodded, placing his empty glass on the counter. “Thanks for letting me hang out for a bit. And remember, I’m here to help, Ella.”

“I’ll remember,” I replied with a tired smile. “Just…don’t be late tomorrow.”

He winked, his silhouette fading into the night. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

The courtroom seemed to blur for a moment, narrowing my focus to just Mr. Westbrook, the insufferably condescending attorney opposite me.

Since we were neck-deep in the discovery phase, he was legally bound to provide any and all information related to the case. And, perhaps for the first time, I was about to use his arrogance to our advantage.

“Mr. Westbrook,” I began, narrowing my eyes and tilting my head just slightly, “Since we’re in the discovery phase, I’d like to formally request all the crime scene photos and the entire collection of evidence your side possesses.”

He raised a skeptical eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the directness of my request. “Photos and evidence? All of it?”

“Yes,” I replied, not breaking eye contact. “Every single bit.”

He sighed heavily, running a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair.

“Very well. I’ll have them sent to you,” he said, pulling out his phone. He tapped away for a moment, his lips pressing into a tight line. The soft ping of my phone moments later signaled the receipt of the photos. “However, just to set the record straight,” he added, shooting me a smug look, “there was no ‘evidence’. Just blood. And a corpse. That’s it.”

I frowned, disbelief gnawing at me. “No evidence? That’s highly unusual, don’t you think? A crime scene that bloody, and nothing was left behind?”

Westbrook’s smirk grew wider. “Perhaps the perpetrator was meticulous, Miss Morgan. Not all criminals leave their tools behind. Just ask your client.”

Suppressing my instinctive snarky retort, I thanked him and began scrolling through the images. Westbrook hmphed to himself and returned to his hushed conversation with his client across the room.

Each photo showcased a grim panorama of the crime scene: blood splatters, overturned furniture, and at its center, the lifeless body of the victim. It was jarring, grotesque, and, as Westbrook had asserted, seemingly devoid of any incriminating evidence. My heart raced as I swiped from one picture to the next.

“There has to be something”, I urged myself. Ema growled softly in the back of my mind, her instincts on high alert, sensing the significance of the moment.

And then it happened. In one of the photos, taken at an odd angle- probably a misfire of the camera or an unintentional shot-I spotted something that caused my heart to skip a beat. Nestled between the grooves of the wooden floor, almost merging with the shadows, lay a bullet casing.

I looked up at Logan, who sat across from me, his features taut with anticipation. I enlarged the photo, zooming in on the casing, making sure I wasn’t just seeing things. It was real.

“Logan,” I whispered, showing him the image, “look.”

He squinted at my screen and then his eyes widened in realization. “That’s…a bullet casing.”

“Exactly. And given the angle of this picture, it’s no wonder they missed it. But it’s there.” The weight of the discovery pressed on me. This tiny piece of metal could change everything.

“But how?” Logan mused, brows furrowed. “There was no physical evidence found on the scene.”

I nodded, my brain already working overtime. “Maybe there wasn’t. Either way, this is a lead.”

Logan’s face darkened. “Do you think they’re hiding evidence?” I paused for a moment, glancing over at Westbrook and his client, who were still engrossed in their conversation. “We’re about to find out,” I said.

“Mr. Westbrook,” I called out, my voice dripping with feigned innocence. Holding up my phone, showing the casing, I asked, “Care to explain this oversight?”

His face momentarily betrayed his surprise. But he quickly regained his composure, a hint of annoyance crossing his features. “Miss Morgan, we provided all the information that was deemed relevant. Perhaps the crime scene investigators deemed it non-pertinent.”

His calmness was infuriating, but I held my ground. “Or perhaps they missed it altogether. Thank you for these photos, Mr. Westbrook. They’ve been…enlightening.”

As he nodded curtly, I could see the tightness in his jaw, a clear indication that our discovery had rattled him.

Ema’s voice was soft, a gentle purr in the back of my mind. “Good catch.”

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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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