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Lawfully Wedded Nanny (BWWM) Chapter 225
Florence Abbott did not ask questions until tea had been poured.That, Richard had learned, was how she controlled the temperature of a room—through ritual, through civility, through the refusal to rush toward alarm.The drawing room was familiar in the way inherited spaces were. Not cold. Certain. Tall windows. A marble mantel. Furniture that had never needed to announce its value.Richard stood by the window, sleeves rolled past his elbows. “She spoke to me,” Florence said finally, lifting her cup. “Elara Jacobs.”Richard turned slowly. “You found her.”Florence nodded. “A museum. Predictable. Intelligent. Angry.”“That tracks,” Richard said.Florence glanced at him over the rim of her cup. “And Gabriel?”Richard exhaled once. “No longer pretending. He's hiding something big.”Florence set her cup down. “Then we are past coincidence.”“Yes.”They sat in the silence of people who understood that the word yes had weight.Florence folded her hands. “She believes she is owed restitutio
Lawfully Wedded Nanny (BWWM) Chapter 224
Elara had chosen the museum because it was anonymous and it was in New York. Museums were good like that—full of people, but not intimacy. Movement without engagement. You could stand in front of a centuries-old painting and feel unseen, which was exactly what she needed after the podcast, after the backlash, after the silence she had not expected to hurt this much.She was halfway through the West African sculpture wing when she felt it. Not being watched. Being recognized.“Elara Jacobs.”The voice was calm. Cultured. Female. Not young.Elara turned slowly.The woman standing behind her did not belong to the museum the way tourists did. She belonged the way benefactors did—tailored coat, posture precise, eyes observant without curiosity. Wealth without noise. Authority without announcement.Florence Abbott.Elara knew her face from photographs. Society columns. Old Christmas features that pretended not to be about lineage while being entirely about lineage.Richard’s grandmother.
Lawfully Wedded Nanny (BWWM) Chapter 223
Richard Abbott did not confront people on instinct.He gathered facts. He verified patterns. He waited until certainty settled into his bones like a weight inescapable, undeniable.That was how he knew Gabriel Morgan was not a coincidence.The PI’s report lay open on Richard’s desk, pages neat, impersonal, damning in their restraint. Names. Dates. Proximity. Patterns that did not scream guilt but whispered intention.Gabriel Morgan. Private equity consultant. International board appointments. Old-money access without visible origin.And threaded through it all—quietly, repeatedly—Monet.Richard leaned back, fingers steepled, jaw tight.Gabriel had been near the foundations on which Monet once stood. Near the convents. Near the social circles that brushed too close to Stephanie Jacobs’ shadow. Near Elara—long before Seychelles, long before chance could be blamed.Richard exhaled slowly. So this was not curiosity.This was an inheritance. He closed the file and stood. They met.
Lawfully Wedded Nanny (BWWM) Chapter 222
Juliet Pendleton saw it while standing in her kitchen, barefoot on cold marble, a porcelain cup cooling untouched in her hand.She hadn’t been looking for it. That was the unsettling part.The notification surfaced the way truths often did in her life—uninvited, perfectly timed.Trending: Stephanie Jacobs’ Daughters—A Legacy Reopened. The Jacobs family isn't offering any comments at the moment. Juliet frowned faintly and tapped the screen. She listened. All the way through.She didn’t interrupt it with outrage or disbelief. She didn’t pace. She didn’t curse Monet or Elara or Richard.She simply listened.By the time the episode ended, her tea had gone cold and something sharp and old had surfaced behind her ribs.“Well,” she murmured to the empty kitchen. “So it finally escaped the box.”Juliet had spent most of her life adjacent to secrets that other people believed were buried. Old money had a way of leaving fingerprints on stories even after it washed its hands.Stephanie Jaco
Lawfully Wedded Nanny (BWWM) Chapter 221
Monet knew who it was before the knock finished echoing on the door. There was a particular rhythm to Mother Margaret’s presence—unhurried, reverent, as though even doors should be approached with care. Monet closes her eyes briefly, breath tightening, then forces herself to stand. She opens the door.Mother Margaret looks smaller than Monet remembers. Or maybe Monet has grown into her grief. The nun’s habit is immaculate, her silver-streaked hair tucked neatly beneath her veil, her eyes warm with something dangerously close to relief.“Monet,” she says softly.That is all it takes.Anger surges—hot, immediate—but it has nowhere to land. It dissolves the moment Mother Margaret steps forward and cups Monet’s face the way she used to when Monet was a child with skinned knees and unasked questions.“You shouldn’t have come,” Monet says, even as she steps aside.“I know,” Mother Margaret replies, and enters anyway.They sit in the breakfast nook in the kitchen. Monet pours tea. Stea
Lawfully Wedded Nanny (BWWM) Chapter 220
The silence came first.Not immediately—not while the recording lights are still warm, not while the producer is thanking her, not while the sound engineer nods like he’s witnessed something important. Silence waits. It is patient. It always is.It finds her later. In the back seat of the car.In the pause before her phone lights up again.In the way her aunt’s house smells like lemon cleaner and nothing else.Elara presses her forehead against the window as the city slides past. Neon, glass, faces reflected and distorted. The world looks unchanged, which feels offensive. She has just spoken a truth that took her entire life to assemble, and the streetlights don’t even flicker in acknowledgment.Her phone buzzes. She doesn’t check it.She already knows what’s there. She had known before she agreed to the podcast before she sat in that chair, microphone hovering inches from her mouth like a question that had been waiting decades to be asked. Sympathy. Curiosity. Applause. Dis
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