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His Nanny Mate Chapter 327 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 327 Bad Ending

Ella

The familiar glass and steel structure of my firm loomed large as I approached, trying to shake off the morning’s events. The legal world moved fast, and I hoped the afternoon would be a reprieve.

Upon entering, I was met with a hubbub of chatter. Everywhere I looked, small clusters of my colleagues were in animated conversation, their gazes darting towards me with a mix of curiosity and another emotion that I couldn’t quite read..

I rolled my eyes. “Not again,” I muttered to myself. It seemed as if I’d become the latest office source of gossip, yet again. Annoyance gnawed at me; I just wanted to get back to my office and dive into paperwork, seeking solace in the monotony.

But just as I was nearing my door, ready to close myself off from the world, I heard my name being called.

“Ella!”

I turned to see Sarah, one of the more outspoken paralegals, making her way over to me. With a wary sigh, I prepared myself for another barrage of rumors and pointed questions. However, her warm, genuine smile caught me off guard.

“We heard about your face-off with Westbrook,” Sarah began, her usually cold tone filled with an unexpected hint of awe. “That was… kind of impressive, for you to stand up to him like that.”

I raised an eyebrow, pleasantly surprised. “Oh? I didn’t expect the news to spread so quickly.”

Sarah nodded. “You know how it is. News travels faster than light in this place. Especially when it involves Westbrook. He’s notorious for strong-arming opponents, but you didn’t budge.”

I shrugged, the memory still fresh. “He’s just a man, Sarah. A bully, yes, but still just a man.”

“Exactly,” she agreed, “but not many see it that way. You’re… kind of brave, Ella.”

Feeling the weight of several eyes on us, I looked around and realized a few more coworkers had joined our conversation. They all nodded in agreement, their smiles genuine. A voice boomed from behind. “That she is.”

I turned to see Mr. Henderson making his way over. His usually stern face was replaced with a rare grin. “I must say, Ella, I’m thoroughly impressed. Not only did you win the case, but you stood your ground admirably. That’s the sort of spirit this firm needs.”

A small smile played on my lips. “Thank you, Mr. Henderson. I just did what I felt was right.”

He nodded approvingly. “And that’s why you’re here. Keep it up.”

The sudden sound of clinking glasses diverted my attention. To my shock, a few of my colleagues had gathered around a table set with champagne and an array of treats. A banner overhead read, “Congratulations, Ella!”

“Consider this a small token of appreciation,” Mr. Henderson declared, his voice ringing out. “For standing up to bullies and for a job well done.” I was genuinely taken aback. “… I don’t know what to say. Thank you.”

As people cheered and clinked their glasses, I couldn’t help but bask in the warmth of the moment. Sarah came over, handing me a flute of champagne. “Cheers to not backing down,” she whispered, an unexpected-although small -smile on her face.

But amidst the jubilation, I still caught a few side eyes and muted whispers. A handful of colleagues stood at the periphery, their expressions sour. I knew not everyone was thrilled about my newfound approval, but at that moment, I chose not to let it bother me.

Instead, I raised my glass, looking around at the smiling faces. “Thank you, everyone. For the support, for the camaraderie. Today was a win for justice, not just for me. Cheers!”

The room erupted in applause and cheers, the atmosphere light and merry. As the impromptu celebration wound down, I found myself leaning against my office door, a contented smile on my face. The day had started with uncertainty and apprehension but had ended on such a high.

While I knew the challenges wouldn’t end, and not everyone would always be in my corner, for now, I felt a sense of belonging and acknowledgment.

And with that thought, I dove into my paperwork, the evening sun casting a golden hue over the room, a gentle reminder that some clouds really do have silver linings.

I was still riding the high of the day’s victory when I descended the subway steps, ready to head home and sink into my bed. The platform was sparsely populated, the only sounds being the distant hum of an oncoming train and hushed conversations.

The feeling of unease started as a prickling at the back of my neck. I glanced around, trying to shake off the sensation of being watched. I reassured myself it was just my imagination, the leftover jitters from facing off with Westbrook.

Suddenly, the world spun. Hands closed around my arms, yanking me back into the shadows.. Panic surged through me, my mouth open in a scream that was quickly muffled by a gloved hand.

“Quiet now,” a man’s voice hissed in my ear. They dragged me deeper into the labyrinthine underground of the subway, away from prying eyes. As we descended, the world grew colder, dampness clinging to the walls and my panicked breaths.

I felt Ema’s strength surge, but it was no use. The men had me held so tightly and had taken me by surprise in such a way that I had no room or energy after my exhausting past few days to fight back against all of them. I could feel Alpha auras emanating from most of them, and I knew that I would be no match against the entire group.

In a dimly lit chamber, they roughly tied me to a chair, the ropes biting into my wrists. Struggling was futile; they were far too strong.

“Who are they?” Ema growled, struggling to give me her strength through my fear and exhaustion. “Westbrook’s men? Mafia?”

“No clue,” I answered, looking around frantically. “I need to focus on escaping.”

Ahead, at the end of the room, I could see a single door. But it was blocked by two large men. I was trapped, underground, where no one could hear my screams.

“We’ll fight,” Ema said. “I’ll give you my strength.”

“There’s no use,” I said. “Most of them are Alphas, and huge ones at that. I’m just one Alpha female. I’d be dead before I reach the door.”

“But you might be dead right here in this chair if you don’t try anything,” Ema pleaded. Ema was right. I let my body relax, allowing her to loan me her strength. But before I could make any move to break my bonds, a man in a dark mask approached, a sinister grin evident in his eyes.

In his hand, he held a series of photographs that made my heart sink and my strength fade again: my baby sister, Daisy. There she was, laughing with friends, walking to school, living her innocent life, entirely unaware of the dark shadow now looming over her.

“You see,” the masked man began, his voice dripping with menace, “we know your weaknesses. Daisy’s quite the gem, isn’t she? We’ve been watching. And if you want her to remain safe, you’ll leave this city”

Tears welled up, and my voice quivered as I responded. “Please, don’t hurt her. She’s just a child. I’ll do anything. Just… don’t hurt her.”

The room was filled with the mocking laughter of the men. The masked man leaned close, his foul breath hot against my ear. “Remember, Ella, we’re always watching.”

“Wh-Who are you?” I murmured. The man simply laughed. And then, suddenly, something hit me on the back of the head, and everything went dark.

The next thing I knew, the cold, rough texture of the alley ground pressed into my cheek. The men had dumped me like garbage, still bound. Helplessness gnawed at me, the feeling even more potent in the suffocating silence.

Time passed, each second an agonizing stretch, until finally, a faint voice reached me.

“Hey… Hey, lady! Are you okay?”

I squinted through my tears, trying to make out the form of my savior. A homeless woman, her face lined with hardships and eyes filled with kindness, crouched beside me, working to free my wrists.

“Who did this to you?” she asked gently. I tried to respond, but words got caught in my throat, coming out as sobs instead.

The ropes gave way, and I cradled my sore wrists, tears streaming down my face. “Thank you,” I choked out, the weight of my gratitude so immense it felt inadequate.

She simply nodded. Years of living on the streets in this city had no doubt shown her many things like this, desensitized her to it in al way. “Go home, dear. And be safe.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. My legs, though shaky, carried me out of the alley. The journey home felt like a blur, every shadow a potential threat. I fumbled for my keys, my trembling hands making the task nearly impossible.

Once inside my apartment, I locked the door, sliding down against it, the dam of emotions. finally breaking. My thoughts swirled, a cacophony of fear, anger, and concern for Daisy. The magnitude of the danger she could be in suffocated me.

The tears kept coming, staining the wooden floor beneath. My sanctuary had been shattered, the reality of my situation cruelly hammered home.

The battle I had fought in the courtroom was nothing compared to the one that now awaited me.

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His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Score 9.8
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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