ANMELDENSERENALori fell sick three weeks later, and it felt like my heart was getting ripped out of my chest.Her forehead had been burning since noon, and I’d been on the phone with the doctor all day, following his instructions, but she wasn’t doing any better, and by the time the doctor arrived at nine she was curled into herself under a mountain of blankets, cheeks flushed, and eyes glassy with fever.“Just like I thought, It’s the flu,” the doctor said, packing up his bag. “Keep giving her fluids and let her rest, the fever should break by tomorrow. Call me if it climbs past 103.”I didn’t leave her room after he left. I told myself it was my professional duty, but the truth was simpler than that — I couldn’t have left if I’d tried. I sat propped against her headboard with her small, too-warm body curled into my side, feeding her sips of water every twenty minutes and pressing a cool cloth to her forehead, and something in my chest ached in a way that had nothing to do with the job.“Se
ZANEAfter a long day at work, I met Pete in my home office for a debriefing, where he went over the day’s events, and gave me his observations. He was telling me about Lori’s day and the car ride to school, when he leaned back with an expression I knew all too well.“What is it?” I asked.“I don’t know, boss.” He rubbed his jaw. “There’s just something about her. She seems very guarded, yet skittish at the same time. She flinches when a door shuts, and she’s hyper aware of her surroundings. I think maybe she observes… too much.”I couldn’t disagree with him. I also had my suspicions about her.“Keep an eye on her,” I said. “Don’t make it obvious.”“Always.” He stood, gathering his tablet, and paused at the door. “Lori liked her, though. A lot. She talked about comic books the whole way to school. Wouldn’t stop, actually.”That stopped me for a second. “Lori doesn’t like to talk to anyone in the car.”“She did today.” Pete shrugged, like it wasn’t his job to have an opinion on it, and
SERENAI didn’t think I’d fall asleep. I’d spent all night going over my plans and trying to make sure there weren’t any loopholes. I didn’t know much about Zane… not anymore. And I couldn’t rely on what I knew about him four years ago, when we were still married. I used to think he was the perfect man, but look where that got me. So I knew I had to be extra careful. Zane was a powerful man, and I couldn’t afford to get caught.The plan was simple; be the best nanny I could be, and get my daughter out of here before Zane would figure out the truth. She’d spent almost five years of her life with Zane, but I wasn’t going to let her grow up with the man who’d tried to kill her mother. I bolted awake when someone knocked rapidly on my door, my hand closing around the knife I kept under my pillow before the door opened and Zane appeared, looking as blank-faced as always.“I need to leave for work soon. I need you downstairs in thirty minutes.”I was nodding and shoving the blanket off me
SERENAThe car ride to Zane’s estate was quiet, except for the hum of tires against wet asphalt. I sat in the back seat, papers spread across my lap, while the driver who was also Zane’s security, judging by the earpiece and the way his eyes kept flicking to the mirror, said nothing. He’d only given a brief introduction as Pete and murmured a “no” to me when he’d come to pick me up at my hotel and I tried to sit in the front with him.With nothing to do but enjoy the scenery, I decided to look over Lori’s schedule. Her father’s assistant had sent it over along with the NDA and contracts. For some reason, I expected her to be enrolled in an overwhelming amount of afterschool activities, but I was pleasantly surprised to see that wasn’t the case. She had ballet and piano lessons and French classes, but it was nothing too crazy.Pete finally stopped at a black gate, put his head out the window to scan his face, and then drove us down the longest driveway I’d ever seen. The house was even
My name is Serena Sterling, and four years ago, my husband tried to kill me.It had been four years since the last time I saw Zane, but as I sat across the street and watched him, it was obvious that his ruthlessness hadn’t left him. Zane Carter was holding interviews to find a nanny for his daughter today, and I’d been watching as applicant after applicant came out of the cafe looking like they’d just experienced the devil himself. Some even had tears running down their faces. And after a very long thirty minutes, it was finally my turn. “Leave. I’m done interviewing people.” Zane said the moment I entered the small cafe. He didn’t even bother looking up from his coffee.Ignoring his words, I kept walking till I was at his table. “I said I’m done.” His jaw ticked with obvious irritation. “Don’t you understand sim—” He’d looked up as he was yelling, and I could see the exact moment his face went white as a ghost.“Sophia?” He gasped, wide eyed. My heart hammered in my chest as reco







