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His Nanny Mate Chapter 325 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 325 Piece De Résistance


“Objection, Your Honor!”

The courtroom was thick with tension, so palpable that it felt like a heavy blanket draped over everyone present. The high ceilings held shadows of statues from times long past, the weight of justice and history pushing down. The golden chandeliers that hung from the ceilings almost seemed to be swaying slightly, their dull glow illuminating the wooden panels which lined the room, giving it an age-old grandeur.

Mr. Westbrook, seasoned and reputed for his shark-like tactics in the courtroom, seemed momentarily caught off guard by my objection.

He blinked, his gray eyebrows knitting together as he processed the implications of what was unfolding. As his gaze locked onto mine, I could see a storm swirling in those deep-set blue eyes.

“Sustained,” the judge replied, shooting me a curt nod. I sat back down, feeling somewhat proud of myself. Across from me, in the witness stand, Logan gave me a grateful look.

But we weren’t out of the water yet; Westbrook wasn’t used to not getting his way. Other lawyers were typically so terrified of him that they practically rolled over for him in court, but not me. If I learned anything from my parents, it was that just ‘lying down and taking it’ wasn’t in the Morgan blood.

“Your Honor!” he protested, voice filled with indignation. “This is nothing but theatrics. Miss Morgan is trying to mislead this court with unfounded allegations.”

Judge Milton, a stern-looking man with sharp features that matched his even sharper mind, raised a hand, signaling Westbrook to stop. “Don’t be ridiculous, Westbrook,” he growled. “It’s a simple objection to what was, quite frankly, an absurd question. Continue.”

Shooting me an angry glare over his shoulder, Westbrook huffed and continued. I watched as he slowly turned back to Logan, shuffling through his papers as he did so. I had caught him off guard, that was for sure. He didn’t expect the female rookie lawyer to give him a run for his money in court, but it would take more than that to take him down.

“Very well then,” Westbrook said, clearing his throat. “Now. Mr. Barrett… Is it true that your family has a history of violence and aggression? Is it possible that this is a problem that runs in your genes, and it is not something you can escape?”

Holding back my smirk, I stood again.

“Objection, Your Honor!”


Westbrook’s eyes narrowed at me, but he continued. “Mr. Barrett: do you, or have you ever, involved yourself in cold-blooded crime, just like your predecessors?”

“Objection, Your Honor!”

“Sustained,” the judge nodded.

At this, Westbrook whipped around on me. “Miss Morgan, are you going to let me establish my case, or do you plan on acting like a petulant child all day?”

In response, the judge coughed in annoyance. “That’s enough. Miss Morgan, please step up to the podium.”

“What?!” Westbrook growled. “I haven’t-”

“Enough,” the judge interrupted, holding up a hand. “I’d like to hear the rookie lawyer out,” he said, curiosity evident in his tone.

I inhaled deeply, drawing strength from the surroundings. Standing there, I could almost feel the whispers of all the past cases this room had witnessed.

I began, “Your Honor, respected jury, what we have before us isn’t just a case against my client, but against the very essence of justice.”

I lifted the evidence pouch with the bullet casing, making sure it caught the light just right, making it gleam ominously.

“This,” I said slowly, “is a bullet casing that was found on the scene of the crime. But you see, this bullet casing was never shown to us during discovery. Just yesterday, I had to go on a wild goose chase to track it down, only to discover that a police officer had been paid to keep it hidden. But why? Why hide evidence?”

Westbrook was already trying to interrupt. “This is absurd! I’ve never seen that in my life. Who knows where she got that-”

“Mr. Westbrook.” Judge Milton’s voice was calm but held an edge. “You will get your chance to speak. For now, you will remain silent. Be seated.”

With a huff, Mr. Westbrook plopped back down in his chair. I could see his arms folded in my peripheral vision. He was clearly not expecting such backlash for his actions, but I still had more to go.

“Continue, Miss Morgan,” Judge Milton said with a nod.

“Thank you, Your Honor.” Turning my attention to the jury, I continued. “This bullet does not match any firearm owned by Logan. I have here,” I opened a folder, spreading out the receipts, “detailed records of every weapon he ever purchased, and not once has he bought bullets of this kind. In fact, these particular bullets would not fit in any of the firearms that Mr. Barrett and his men possess.”

I could hear soft murmurs of discussion among the jurors. Their interest was piqued. Westbrook looked desperate to speak, his fingers drumming an erratic rhythm on his desk. I pushed forward.

“But this isn’t the most damning evidence,” I continued. “Your Honor, esteemed members of the jury, I have proof that a police officer was bribed to hide this evidence. And I have proof that it was Mr. Westbrook himself who paid the officer.”

A ripple of shock coursed through the room. The whispers grew louder. Even the stern-faced bailiff seemed taken aback.

“Proof!” Westbrook’s voice rang out, now laced with anxiety. “Where’s your proof, Miss Morgan?”

Without breaking eye contact, I pulled out a tape recorder. Even unbeknownst to Logan, I had been recording the entire interaction with Officer Daniels the night before.

“Ask, and you shall receive,” I said. The play button clicked, filling the room with the incriminating voice.

“It was a lawyer. Westbrook, I believe his name was. He paid me to hide this bullet, and that Logan had to go down… no matter what. I swear, I don’t know anything else.”

The courtroom was a cacophony of gasps and murmurs. Westbrook’s face drained of color, his confidence replaced by disbelief. For a seasoned lawyer of his reputation, this was uncharted territory.

He finally managed to speak, his voice shaking. “Your Honor, this is a blatant fabrication! A dirty trick to tarnish my impeccable reputation!”

Judge Milton looked between us, clearly weighing the gravity of the situation. “Mr. Westbrook, you’ve had an untarnished record, but that doesn’t mean you are above reproach. Given the evidence presented, I am inclined to give Miss Morgan the benefit of the doubt.”

Westbrook’s face was crimson now, a stark contrast to his silver mane. “Your Honor, I’ve dedicated my life to this profession! Decades of service, and this is what it comes to?”

“Perhaps you should have thought about that before resorting to bribery and manipulation,” I said, my voice steady. Westbrook slammed his hand on the table, standing up abruptly. “I demand an immediate recess! This is… This is character assassination!”

Judge Milton, his brows furrowing, considered for a moment and then nodded. “Very well. Court is adjourned for a thirty-minute recess.”

As everyone began to filter out, Logan, still in a daze, turned to me. “Ella, that was…. unbelievable. How did you even-?”

I held up a finger, signaling him to wait. “We’re not out of the woods yet. But we’ve got momentum now.”

The sun streamed in through the tall windows, casting a warm golden glow on the courtroom. Shadows danced as leaves rustled in the wind outside. But within these walls, a storm was brewing. A battle of wits and wills. As I looked over at Westbrook, who was now in a heated discussion with his associates, I knew the real fight was just beginning.

And I was ready.

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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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