His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

“Don’t worry,” Ethan said calmly. “She’s not hurt. Just under a spell. That way, she won’t need to

experience any of this. She will have just gone to sleep, and she’ll never wake up.”

I shook my head vehemently as tears began to pool up in my eyes. “Ethan, you don’t need to do this,” I

begged. “At least don’t hurt Ella. Please. I thought we were friends. Why are you doing this?”

Ethan sighed, but continued to press the barrel of the pistol in his hand against my head.

“You’re both innocent,” he admitted, “but you see… It’s not that simple. It was thanks to Edrick and his

parents that my beautiful mother killed herself.”

His mother killed herself? I thought back to the news article that Olivia showed me the other day, and it

never indicated that she killed herself. In fact, it indicated quite the opposite; that Michael had killed her.

And knowing Michael, I was sure of it. Did he really sink his claws in so much that he convinced Ethan

that his poor mother killed herself?

“Ethan, I—” I began, but was quickly cut off by the gun pushing harder into my temple. A choked sob

caught in my throat, followed by a whimper.

“Just… Shut the f**k up,” Ethan snarled. “It’s going to be easier on all of us if you just shut up and don’t

talk. Now, where was I…” He paused for a moment, still holding the gun against his head, and then his

face lit up. “So, as I was saying, I’ve been looking for ways to get back at that godforsaken family. I

wanted to make them feel the same pain that I felt when my mother died…

First, when I was a kid, I tried killing the family pets. It started with a pet bird, then a cat, and a puppy

that Michael got for Edrick on his birthday. But although it caused them pain, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t

the same sort of pain that I felt when I found my mom’s body laying in her bathtub. Ever since then, I’ve

been plotting the perfect way to make them all suffer greatly.

At first, I was just going to kill Ella, since Edrick didn’t have anyone else that he actually gave a s**t

about; but then, you came into the picture. You, with your pretty face, your long red hair, and your hot

body…”

Ethan paused then, his eyes traveling down from my face to my neck, my breasts, over my belly and

down to my thighs. But even then, as he drank me in with his eyes, he never once lowered the gun. I

felt myself trembling violently beneath the cold metal of the barrel. My eyes then caught something in

the corner, just beyond the bright light that was shining on me. It was someone’s body, laying in a heap.

It was Kelly.

“Of course,” he continued, “my half-brother was taken with you from the start. And I don’t blame him.

You’re a gem, Moana. A real gem… But you’re too perfect not to kill. You’re the perfect key that I’ve

been missing.

Once you and Ella are both gone, then Edrick will finally know what it’s like to be truly alone, to be truly

heartbroken. After you, I’ll take Verona next. I don’t think that Michael is really capable of true human

emotions, but he’ll still feel the sting of loneliness. She is his mate, after all, despite the fact that he

betrayed her by f*****g my prostitute mother.”

“What about Kelly?” I asked, nodding my head toward where Kelly lay. “What did she ever do to you?

From the looks of it, she only ever helped you. Did you kill her, too?”

Ethan shrugged. “She’s not dead; just knocked out. Honestly, I couldn’t care less about Kelly. She was

only ever a pawn throughout all of this; her insatiable obsession with Edrick just made her easy to

control, to manipulate.

As I’m sure you’re guessing now, judging from the look on your face, yes; I did tell her to hire those

Rogues a while back to kidnap you. But of course, Edrick came to your rescue. It’s okay, though. Now,

it’ll be even easier to pin everything on her.”

He paused then, and lowered the gun slightly before making an innocent face like a puppy dog. His

eyes became big and filled with tears, and his lower lip started to quiver. “Officers, Kelly killed them! I

had to knock her out, but it was too late! Look! Look at how their skulls are filled with bullet holes! She’s

insane!”

When he was finished, his face went cold again, and he let out a wry chuckle before harshly pressing

the gun up against my temple again. But this time, I didn’t flinch away. Instead, I turned my head and

spat on him. A wad of spit landed on the front of his shirt. He grimaced at it for a moment in shock

before his cold, emotionless gaze returned to me.

“I trusted you,” I growled. “I thought you were my friend.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have been so naive,” Ethan replied coldly. “Maybe you should’ve listened to Edrick

when he kept telling you to stay away.” He paused, then, licking his lips, and shot me a toothy grin.

“You know, that night that I took you out to dinner… I did want to have s*x with you, of course. How

could I not? I do like you, Moana. But… You refused.”

“Would you have killed me anyway?” I whispered. “Even if I had slept with you that night like you

wanted, would you have still decided to kill me?”

Ethan stared at me for a moment with a strange light in his eyes. He chuckled grimly, but then his smile

quickly faded and he shoved the gun harder against my head.

“Of course I still would have killed you,” he said, his voice so nonchalant that it made me sick. “You

slipped through my fingers that night, though; your innocence, your devotion, made me hesitate. For

too long, I went back and forth on whether I should do it. But I’ve made my decision now.”

He grinned, clicking the safety off on the gun as his eyes glinted in the light.

“And now, I’m finally going to get it over with.”