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His Nanny Mate Chapter 326 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 326 Self-incrimination


The golden chandeliers of the courtroom seemed to dim as Judge Milton beckoned Mr. Westbrook and me to his private chambers.

The anticipation was suffocating, every step echoing with a gravity that felt overwhelming. The grandeur of the courtroom gave way to the more intimate confines of Judge Milton’s chambers a room steeped in history, with dark wooden panels, shelves lined with leather- bound books, and a magnificent mahogany desk that seemed to have seen centuries of justice dispensed from behind it.

As the door closed behind us, Westbrook wasted no time. “She’s a filthy little liar, Your Honor!” he spat, pointing an accusing finger in my direction. The venom in his voice sent a shiver down my spine, but I wasn’t going to let him see that.

Judge Milton, always the embodiment of authority, didn’t look up from his desk. “You will refrain from making personal attacks in my chambers,” he said calmly, though the warning was unmistakable.

Gathering my composure, I met Westbrook’s fiery gaze. “Your Honor,” I began, “I’ve only presented the evidence as I found it.”

Judge Milton finally looked up, locking eyes with me. “Miss Morgan, your evidence, while unexpected, is legally admissible. Officer Daniels’ track record will need to be looked into. But as it stands, you have provided this court with solid evidence that cannot be ignored.”

Westbrook’s face turned a dangerous shade of crimson. “This is preposterous!” he shouted, slamming his fist on the desk.

The judge, however, didn’t flinch. “That’s enough, Mr. Westbrook. The facts speak for themselves. This conversation is over.” With a gesture towards the door, he made it clear we were both dismissed.

As we walked out of the chambers, I could feel Westbrook’s rage emanating from him. The air in the corridor was cooler than inside the chamber, but the atmosphere was thick with tension.

Suddenly, he closed the gap between us, his hulking frame towering over me. “You think you’re clever, don’t you?” he hissed, so close that I could see the veins pulsating on his temple. “Playing the damsel in distress, trying to bring down the big bad wolf?”

I stepped back, refusing to let him intimidate me. “I don’t play games, Mr. Westbrook.”

He leaned in, his breath stale and his voice dripping with menace. “You’re just a little princess who decided to play in a world she doesn’t belong to. Why don’t you head back to your fancy penthouse and leave the dirty work to us professionals?”

He paused, letting his threat hang in the air between us. “Or, better yet,” he sneered, “get the hell out of town. Or I might just have to send someone to give you a proper send-off.”

It was a threat, plain and simple. The corridor felt smaller, the weight of his words pressing against me. But I wasn’t about to be pushed around. Holding my chin up high, I met his icy glare with determination.

“Send them,” I replied defiantly. “I’ll be waiting.”

For a moment, he seemed taken aback. Then, with a mocking laugh, he walked away, his footsteps echoing in the silent corridor.

My heart raced as I watched him leave. I knew this was just the beginning of a larger battle, one that would test my resolve and my ability to stand up against giants like Westbrook. But if today had proven anything, it was that I wasn’t one to back down.

Clicking off the recorder in my pocket, I whirled around on my heel and hid my smile.

The courtroom was awhirl with whispered conversations, the dull hum interrupted only by the occasional cough or shuffle of feet. The grandiose room, with its high ceilings and echoing space, was a testament to the weight of justice it carried.

The majestic chandeliers shimmered with a subdued light as I made my way back to my seat. Logan gave me a supportive squeeze on the shoulder, the silent reassurance warming me.

Before I could settle in, Judge Milton’s voice echoed, cutting through the hum. “Miss Morgan, please step up to the podium.”

I felt a flurry of eyes turn to me as I took a deep breath and approached. The weight of Westbrook’s threat still hung heavy on my mind, but it was time to unveil the final trump card I held. Westbrook had dug his own grave; oh, how the mighty fall so easily.

“Your Honor,” I began, my voice surprisingly steady. “Before we proceed, there’s something you need to know.” I hesitated for a beat, gathering my thoughts. “Mr. Westbrook threatened me in the hallway.”

Westbrook’s face contorted into a sneer. “Lies!” he snapped. “More of her theatrics, Your Honor. Do not be swayed.”

Ignoring him, I continued, “Fortunately, I recorded our conversation.” With a flourish, I pulled out my recorder, pressing play before anyone could interrupt.

The courtroom echoed with Westbrook’s voice, the words chillingly clear. “…get the hell out of town. Or I might just have to send someone to give you a proper send-off.”

A stunned silence enveloped the room. Westbrook’s face had turned a sickly shade of pale, his earlier bravado replaced by dawning horror. Judge Milton’s voice was ice-cold, the anger palpable. “Bailiff!”

Instantly, the stern-faced bailiff approached, his heavy footsteps resonating with authority. “Your Honor,” Westbrook spluttered, a hint of desperation in his tone, “this isn’t what it looks like!”

But Judge Milton was having none of it. “Mr. Westbrook, not only have you been accused of evidence tampering, but now you’re threatening an opposing lawyer within the confines of my courtroom. This case is over.” His voice rose with vehemence, echoing around the courtroom. “For contempt of court, both you and your client will be taken into custody.”

Eyes wide, Westbrook tried to protest, but words seemed to fail him. His client, seated next to him, looked equally horrified, the realization of their predicament dawning on him.

Without further ado, the bailiff slapped handcuffs on both of them. As they were led out of the courtroom, I could barely hold back my smile. Westbrook shot me one last venomous look, but the triumphant feeling surging within me made his glares insignificant..

Logan, unable to contain his joy, reached out and gave me a high-five.

“We did it, Ella,” he exclaimed. Exiting the courthouse, the golden light of the late afternoon sun bathed the stone steps. I took a moment to breathe in the fresh air, the weight of the day slowly lifting off my shoulders.

But before I could process it all, Logan’s strong arms encircled me, pulling me into a tight embrace. And then, suddenly, his lips found mine, and for a moment, the world faded away.

I could feel our wolves intertwining, their energies melding into one. It was a connection, both spiritual and primal, something I’d never felt before. Suddenly, I was transported back to the night that we met… before I knew who he was and what he stood for.

“Mate,” Ema said, unable to contain herself. “I’ve been waiting, despite everything…”

Ema’s words almost made me relax further into Logan’s arms. But as reality crept back in, I gently pushed him away, my face aflame, and pushed my wolf back into the recesses of my mind for the time being.

He looked slightly taken aback, his blue eyes searching mine. “Ella?”

Catching my breath, I replied, “I need some rest. Today was… overwhelming.” My heart raced, a myriad of emotions coursing through me. Logan nodded, understanding evident in his gaze. “I get it. Rest up, Ella. We’ll talk soon.”

With that, I turned on my heels and headed home, the day’s events replaying in my mind. The battle had been won, justice had been served, and as I walked away, I couldn’t shake the feeling that things were only just beginning.

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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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