The Billionaire's Hired Nanny

Ivy’s POVI watched my brother’s doctor walk away. His words echoing in my mind, heavy and unreal."Meet me before the end of my shift."It should’ve been an easy decision. The job he was offering me was a golden opportunity. He’d pay my brother’s bills? In full? I wouldn’t have to skip meals, work graveyard shifts, bear an hour of sleep or two everyday. That would solve my ninety-nine problems but at some point I felt like there was a trick to it.He wasn’t… a friend of my uncle, was he? No. That would be impossible because he had been my brother’s doctor for years now and nothing ever happened. Still, the way something was twisting in my stomach when he talked to me felt foreign.Or was it the opportunity that felt weird to me?I breathed hard, my heart stablizing.I looked down on the crumpled medical bill, slowly opening it up see the numbers that had been keeping me awake. Noah’s bills are skyrocketing. After spending years of working multiple jobs, although I did what I could, t

Ivy’s POVThe room felt more comfortable in the morning light. I slowly sat with my eyes half-open, realizing how much of a good sleep this room blessed me with— and that it comes with a price.So I rubbed my eyes, yawned, then went out of the bed to begin my first day— and it flew quietly. I unfolded my things—a few neatly folded clothes, a toothbrush, some worn books I had carried across more than one move, a picture of me and Noah, and then his favorite toy. I put the books on the window ledge, the frame on the bed on the bedside table, the toy on the zigzag corner wall wooden shelf— at first uncertain whether it was okay for me to do that.But I shrugged it off. Remembering how he was last night, I assumed Dr. Gabriel— Gabriel wouldn’t mind.The house was up early, too, though not loudly. It had a rhythm, like a soft song playing beneath everything. The maids were moving quickly but gently, the air smelled of polished wood and fabric softener— far different from the eggs and bacon