His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) novel Chapter 189

#Chapter 189: A Small Sacrifice

Moana

When I came to, I felt myself sitting in a chair with my wrists tied behind me. My head was pounding from the blow that knocked me out, but that wasn’t the only thing I felt on my head.

Something cold and hard was pressed up against my temple.

My eyes fluttered open, squinting against the bright light of a spotlight. The light was so bright as it shined down on me that I could hardly see past it, but I could tell that I was inside the warehouse now.

The cold metal thing pressed harder into my temple. And then, a familiar voice spoke out.

“Hello, Moana.”

I jumped at the voice and whipped my head around, my eyes widening as I saw Ethan standing beside me with a gun raised to my head.

“E-Ethan?” I whispered, my voice shaking.

Ethan smiled; it was that same creepy smile that I saw on the night of the banquet, when he didn’t think that I was looking. But now, he knew that I was looking right at him and he didn’t bother to keep up the facade anymore.

“Didn’t expect to see me, huh?” he asked.

“Where’s Ella?” I asked. I looked around frantically, only to see her tied to another chair next to me. She was sleeping. “What did you do to her?”

“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.”

“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.”