LOGINSix 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.
View More*Margaret's POV*The morning came in a blur of gray shadows and cold reality.My mind was still stuck on the strange dream from last night—Marcus’s voice echoing through the garden, his eyes burning into mine with that impossible message. "Look for the light in the dark room, where the twin marks meet". It didn't make any sense. It felt like a bad dream caused by grief and fear, but it stayed with me like a heavy blanket as I walked down the quiet hall of the mansion toward Jasmine’s bedroom.I pushed her door open without thinking, my hand moving out of habit."Get out!" a sharp scream cut through the quiet room.I blinked, suddenly coming back to reality. Jasmine was standing near her vanity, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, completely naked as she changed out of her pajamas. Her small face was twisted into an angry look."You're supposed to knock!" she yelled, stamping her bare foot on the rug. "You can't just walk in like you own the place!"I let out a tired sigh, rubb
*Margaret's POV*The police station was a huge, chaotic nightmare. Sirens wailed in the distance, while an ambulance with its red and blue lights flashing was parked right by the entrance, paramedics rushing inside with stretchers. The air inside the station smelled of cheap coffee, wet clothes, and sweat. Officers shouted over the noise, phones rang nonstop, and handcuffed suspects yelled insults from the holding benches."Sir, you can't be back here! This is a restricted area!" a female officer snapped, stepping into our path as Alexander pushed through the double doors of the interrogation wing, his hand gripping my wrist like an iron grip."Out of my way," Alexander said his voice carrying so much authority that the officer quickly stepped back. He didn't even slow down, forcing his way past her toward the back offices.A senior detective met us outside the reinforced holding cells, his face pale and covered in sweat. He looked like he had just seen a ghost."Vance," the detective
Margaret's POV Every tick of the bedside clock felt like a hit against my chest.I sat in the dark corner of my room, my knees pulled tightly against my chest. My right hand was wrapped around the heavy bronze candlestick holder I had taken from the mantel. It was the only weapon I had against whoever might come through the door.11:58 PM.My breath shook in my throat. I couldn't take my eyes off the door handle. I kept waiting for it to turn, waiting to hear footsteps coming toward my room. The photograph of Leo's bloody face lay on the carpet beside my shoe, the red marks burned into my mind.11:59 PM.I gripped the cold metal so tightly that my palms burned with pain. My heart pounded loudly in my ears.Come on, I thought, tears of fear burning my eyes. Come on then.12:00 AM.Silence.The old grandfather clock downstairs began to tick, its deep sound echoing through the quiet mansion.One tick.Two.Three.I held my breath until my lungs hurt, counting every second that passed af
Margaret's POV The next morning...The Skyline was barely a pale silver line through the morning cloud when my eyes snapped open. The quiet apartment still felt heavy with the tension from the night before. I got up from the guest bed and quietly went into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth with a spare toothbrush from Leo’s cabinet.When I crossed the hallway to check on him before leaving, I stopped at his cracked door. Leo was fast asleep, buried under a pile of blankets and snoring loudly enough to shake the cheap lamplight beside his bed. Despite the purple swelling on his jaw, he looked almost peaceful. I smiled faintly, deciding not to wake him.I pulled my coat tighter around my shoulders and quietly left the apartment.The drive back to the estate felt painfully long. Every headlight behind the taxi made my heart race. I kept looking at the rearview mirror, half-expecting the two men in dark hoodies to be following us all the way to the estate.When the cab fina






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