The Billionaire's Impossible Daughter
Six years ago, A doctor told me my newborn daughter didn't survive.
I broke into a million pieces. I never truly healed.
Desperate for cash, I take a job as a nanny for Alexander Vance-A billionaire whose six year old daughter, Jasmine, is infamous for terrorizing every nanny in the city.
She hates me on sight. She locks me out, throws tantrums, and makes it her personal mission to drive me insane.
I almost quit. But every time I look into her stubborn, fiery eyes, something pulls me back.
Then came the accident.
While cleaning a scrape on her knee after one of her stunts, my heart stops.
On her inner ankle rests a distinct, crescent shaped birthmark.
The exact birthmark my baby had before they declared her dead.
My hands start shaking. My breath hitches.
"Who gave you that mark?" I whisper, tears blurring my eyes.
Jasmine glare at me, pulling her leg away. "Don't touch me! You're not my mom!"
Alexander steps into the room, his blue eyes locking onto mine. "Is there a problem with my daughter?"
I stare at the billionaire who has no idea his late wife stole my child.
My baby didn't die six years ago.
She's been living in this penthouse all along.
And I will burn the world down before I lose her again.
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Chapter: Chapter 7*Margaret's POV* The loud dial tone echoed in my ear. My hands shook so badly that I almost dropped my phone onto the cold tile floor. My chest felt tight, and I could barely breathe. "If you keep digging into the Vance child, your baby won't be the only thing that ended up six feet under six years ago." The voice had sounded changed, cold, and unnatural. Someone knew. Someone had seen me walk into that private lab downtown. Or maybe someone inside this mansion was watching everything I did. My mind raced. Dr. Harrison? A corrupt security guard? The rich people who had helped Victoria take my baby? Fear tightened around my throat. I closed my eyes and took three shaky breaths, trying to calm myself down. I couldn't stay in the dark kitchen. I needed to get back to my room, lock the door, and figure out what to do next. I stepped backward out of the kitchen, my vision still blurry from the panic. Because I wasn't looking behind me, my heel caught the edge of the hallway rug
Last Updated: 2026-08-28
Chapter: Chapter 6*Margaret's POV*"Why are you in my mommy's room?!"Jasmine’s voice broke through the quiet room.I turned around, my heart pounding. I had been so focused on the photo of Victoria and the red hospital stamp that I hadn't heard her little footsteps. Jasmine stood in the doorway with her fists at her sides, her eyes red with anger."Jasmine—" I started, quickly putting the silver picture frame back on the vanity. My hands were shaking. "I'm sorry. The door was open, and I—""You're a liar! You're a thief!" she screamed, her voice shaking as she walked into the room. "Nobody comes in here! My dad said no one is allowed in my mommy's room! Get out!"She rushed toward me and pushed my waist with all her strength. I didn't push her back. I simply stepped away and let her be angry.She grabbed the silver frame from the table and held it tightly against her chest, glaring at me."I wasn't stealing anything, Jasmine. I promise," I said softly, keeping my voice calm. "I just saw the picture. Y
Last Updated: 2026-08-28
Chapter: Chapter 5*Margaret's POV*"Looking for something, Margaret?"Alexander’s voice cut through the dark bedroom, low, smooth, and dangerously calm.My heart did a violent flip inside my chest. I quickly put my hand into my jacket pocket, making sure the small plastic bag with Jasmine’s hair strands was pushed all the way to the bottom. I slowly turned around, forcing my face into the most innocent expression I could muster.He was standing right in the doorway, blocking the dim hall light. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his posture relaxed, but his eyes were sharp and unblinking in the shadow."I... I heard coughing," I lied, my voice steady despite the adrenaline rushing through my blood. "I just wanted to make sure Jasmine didn't drop her blanket. She was tossing around earlier."Alexander didn't move. He stood there for a long, silent moment, looking from me to the sleeping girl in the bed, then back to my face. The silence stretched so long I could hear the faint ticking
Last Updated: 2026-08-18
Chapter: Chapter 4*Margaret's POV* Margaret. What on earth are you doing to my daughter?" Alexander’s voice made me freeze. I quickly moved back, my heart pounding as I looked up at him through my tears. He stood in the doorway in his dark suit, his eyes fixed on me with suspicion. "I... I wasn't doing anything," I stuttered, my voice raspy and pathetic. I hated how weak I sounded, but the image of that crescent shaped birthmark on Jasmine's ankle was burned into the back of my eyelids. "She was pulling my leg!" Jasmine shouted, immediately backing up toward the far corner of her room. She hugged her small arms around herself, glaring at me with a mix of anger and confusion. "She started crying and staring at me like a freak!" Alexander took three slow, deliberate steps into the room. He didn't look angry in a screaming way, he looked far worse. His expression was a wall of solid ice, calculating every move I made, every breath I took. "Get up," he ordered quietly. I pressed my palms against the
Last Updated: 2026-08-17
Chapter: Chapter 3*Margaret's POV* I spent the entire night scrubbing the cherry stain out of my shirt, but the faint red mark stayed behind. A constant reminder of the little storm waiting for me at the Vance estate. By 7:30 AM, I was standing outside the massive iron gates again. My stomach was tied in knots, but I refused to turn back. I needed this job. The butler let me in and showed me upstairs to the second floor, stopping right in front of a pair of large white doors painted with faint pink butterflies. "Mr. Vance is currently in a board meeting downstairs," the butler said softly, keeping his voice low. "Miss Jasmine has been up since six. Good luck, Margaret." He gave me a look that felt more like a prayer than a goodbye, turned on his heel, and practically jogged down the hallway. I took a deep breath, smoothed down my jeans, and opened the door. The room was huge, bigger than my entire apartment.. filled with expensive toys, custom bookshelves, and a dollhouse that looked li
Last Updated: 2026-08-17
Chapter: Chapter 2*Margaret's POV* Six years later... "If you don't take this job, Margaret, the landlord is literally going to throw your bags onto the street by Monday." My gay best friend, Leo, shoved a folded slip of paper into my hand. He had been pacing around my apartment for the last twenty minutes while I counted the remaining dollar notes sitting on my kitchen counter. It wasn't even enough to cover half of my rent, let alone buy groceries for the rest of the month. "I know," I said, running a hand over my face. "I'm not refusing to work, Leo. I'm just asking who this guy is. You said he pays ridiculously well, but nobody lasts more than two days in his house? That sounds like a trap." "It's not a trap, it's just his nightmare kid," Leo sighed, dropping onto my couch. "His name is Alexander Vance. Yes, that Vance, the billionaire who basically owns half the tech and real estate in the city. His wife passed away a few years ago, and ever since then, he’s been trying to hire a nann
Last Updated: 2026-08-17
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