His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

I took a deep breath, working to control my anger.

“My family is just fine, thank you,” I responded, my voice steady but icy. “I’m very happy with the way

things are, and people should really stop gossiping about things they know nothing about.”

“Oh, we’re just curious, Logan’s brother, Harry, chimed in once more. “Forgive me for being concerned

about my baby brother’s future. We wouldn’t want… bad genes tarnishing our family line.”

“Oh, please, Harry,” Logan said with a wry laugh. “Don’t get me started. How many prostitutes have

you knocked up? Six? Seven? Probably more, at this point.”

My eyes widened. I looked to Marina, whose cool face betrayed no emotion. Her eyes met mine, and

flashed with something that I couldn’t quite read.

The two brothers continued to bicker. Meanwhile, Logan’s father, Leonard, was sitting at the head of

the table, watching the entire spectacle unfold. I looked over at him, hoping that he would step in and

stop this nonsense.

But to my surprise, he said nothing, his face wearing a look of amusement. Was this how he watched

his sons argue, never intervening, always enjoying the show?

I couldn’t help but wonder if his silence was his way of adding fuel to the fire. Marina was about to

continue her tirade when her father stepped in.

“That’s enough, Marina,” he said, his voice firm but not unkind. He paused for a moment, then looked

over at me from across the table. “You know, I once met Edrick and Moana at a ball, and I know how

much they value Ella. They were both very lovely, too. Let’s not tarnish this evening with idle gossip.”

Marina huffed, clearly unhappy with the interruption but compliant. The room seemed to breathe again

as the tension eased slightly.

Under the table, I felt Logan squeeze my hand, an unexpected but reassuring gesture that warmed me

for a moment before I gently pulled my hand away. Dinner continued, and despite the undercurrent of

hostility, I managed to regain my composure.

After dinner, there was more drinking and mingling, and the atmosphere lightened somewhat. People

moved around, engaging in various conversations, and at one point, I found myself alone.

Sinking down onto one of the stools at the small bar with a sigh, I ordered a drink and let my eyes

wander across the room.

It was strange to watch the fake smiles, the forced laughter, the way people mingled and preened. It all

felt so familiar, yet so foreign. This facade wasn’t all that different from the boring networking events my

family had dragged me to when I was growing up.

Boring conversations, idle chit-chat, and lots of backhanded compliments. It all had a wearying

sameness to it. I took a sip of my drink, the bitterness a perfect match for my mood.

“Isn’t it ironic how they all have to take part in most of the same things as my dad and his business

partners?” I asked my wolf, my lips not moving and my face not betraying a hint of my conversation as

my eyes wandered the room.

“I was just thinking the same thing,” Ema replied. “Flip sides of the same coin.”

“I couldn’t have put it better myself.”

Ema was right: despite the similarities between powerful business people and the Mafia, the worlds

were so different. There was an undercurrent of danger here, a tension that was absent from the staid

world of business networking.

I looked around, seeing people wrapped in their own world, their own agendas. The glances, the

whispers, the subtle negotiations – it was all a game, a dance of power and ambition.

This whole dinner party was supposed to be an ‘engagement party’ for Marina and Harry, but their

union was entirely political. I could tell from the way that they didn’t touch, didn’t even look at each

other. That was why Marina didn’t seem to care when she heard that Harry had multiple children with

prostitutes.

For all I knew, maybe she had her own real boyfriend or partner in private. And I felt strangely detached

from it, an outsider looking in.

My thoughts were interrupted when I saw Marina’s father walking over. His approach was unhurried,

his face wearing a benign smile, but his eyes were sharp, taking in everything around him.

There was something about him that demanded respect, an air of authority that was hard to ignore. As

he approached me, his expression turned thoughtful.

“Miss Morgan,” he said, his voice gentle, “I just wanted to say that it’s a pleasure to see you here

tonight. The last time I saw you, you were no more than this big.”

He held his hand up to the side of his hip, indicating my height. I was a child when he last saw me. I

didn’t remember him in the slightest.

I cleared my throat with a smile, then lowered my voice. There was a pressing question on my mind. “I

have to ask you something, because you seem…”

“Unlike the rest of them?” he asked, finishing my sentence for me. I nodded, and he sighed. “Yes. Well,

you’re new here, but you’ll eventually understand how this whole world works. Not everyone willingly or

purposefully joined the ‘dark side’. Sometimes, it just… happens.”

“And Marina and Harry?” I murmured, nodding my head toward them. They were standing over by the

fireplace. Harry was having an animated conversation with Leonard and Logan.

Meanwhile, Marina stood nearby. Her posture gave an air of idleness and boredom, but her eyes…

they were fixed on all three of them with so much focus. She was absorbing every word they spoke,

and they weren’t even seemingly aware of it.

Marina’s father chuckled slightly. “Some things are best left unexplained,” he replied, his face clouding

over with a mask of coldness. “They are prepared for their union. That’s all I’ll say tonight.”

I nodded slowly, realizing that it wouldn’t be so easy to get information out of these people. I hated to

admit it, but it was incredibly intriguing.

Marina’s father, picking up his drink from the bar, shot me a warm smile and turned to join the others.

But before he left, he stopped, and turned back to face me once more.

“Be careful, Ella,” he said. “Your mother and father adore you. If anything were to happen to you, they

would be utterly devastated.”