Se connecterThe Nanny (2)Grace's POV My first day as Emma’s nanny started early in the morning. I was nervous but trying my best to stay put. When I walked into the big playroom, little Emma was sitting on the floor with her toys. She was four years old, with cute curly hair and big sad eyes. I heard from the other maids that she had not liked any nanny since her mother left two years ago and she always cried or stayed quiet.I smiled gently and knelt down to her level. “Hi Emma, I’m Grace. I’m going to take care of you from now on. Do you want to play?”To my surprise, Emma looked at me for a long time, then slowly nodded. She even gave me a small smile that made my heart melt. She took my hand and showed me her favorite doll. For the first time in a long while, she was not crying or hiding, she actually liked me.The whole morning went well. I played with her, read her a story, and made her favorite lunch which was chicken soup and rice. She ate everything happily and after lunch, I carried h
The Nanny (1)Grace’s POVLife as a single mom was kicking my ass every single day. I dropped out of school when I was in my third year in university, I was only 23 years old then. My mom couldn't afford taking care of my child and I so I moved out nine months after I had my daughter, Lily.I stood in my tiny kitchen, washing dishes while my three-year-old daughter Lily played on the floor with her old toys. The rent was late again, the light bill was due and her diapers were almost finished. I had been applying for nanny jobs for months, but nobody called back. I was tired, broke, and scared for my baby girl.My phone suddenly rang. I quickly dried my hands and picked it up to see an unknown number.“Hello?” I said, my voice tired.“Miss Grace Thompson?” a professional woman’s voice asked. “You applied for the live-in nanny position. Congratulations, you have been selected. Can you start tomorrow morning?”I almost dropped the phone. “Yes! Yes, I can. Thank you so much!”They gave me
Please Skip the chapters named "Yes Sir 1 " which is after The King's Plaything 5 and 6.
Yes, Sir (1)Isabella’s POV The black iron gates of the Valetti estate opened, welcoming me back like an old prison. I hadn’t wanted to return, not ever in my life but six months after my mother’s sudden death, the lawyers had been brutally clear: my trust fund was frozen until I turned twenty-five, and the only person with the power to release any part of it early was my stepfather — Nica Valetti .So here I was. Twenty-two, financially ruined, and walking back into the mansion I swore I’d never enter again.The moment I stepped into the vast marble foyer, dragging my suitcase behind me, I felt the presence of him.Nica stood at the top of the grand staircase, looking down at me with those sharp, unreadable eyes. Even at his age, he was still devastatingly tall, powerfully built, with a jaw like carved stone and dark hair silvering at the temples. His black dress shirt had the sleeves rolled up, revealing his thick, veined forearms.“Isabella ,” he said, his voice deep with no warm
The King's Plaything (6)Eric’s POV~Some Days Later~I couldn’t stop thinking about my brother Victor. He had only been in the palace for two days, but I already hated having him here. Victor is younger than me, smooth with his words, and always has that charming smile. The problem was how he looked at Diana. His eyes followed her everywhere. He complimented her hair, her dress, laughed too loudly at everything she said, and even touched her hand once while passing something at dinner. Diana was polite but cold toward him and she ignored most of his flirting and stayed close to me but I still noticed every single look and it made my blood boil.That same night, after Victor went to his room, I asked Diana to have a private dinner with me in our chambers. Just the two of us. The table was full of nice food and wine, but I barely touched anything because my mind was too full of anger.“I saw the way my brother looked at you yesterday,” I said, my voice low.Diana looked up at me, a sm
Yes, Sir (1)Isabella’s POV The black iron gates of the Valetti estate opened, welcoming me back like an old prison. I hadn’t wanted to return, not ever in my life but six months after my mother’s sudden death, the lawyers had been brutally clear: my trust fund was frozen until I turned twenty-five, and the only person with the power to release any part of it early was my stepfather — Nica Valetti .So here I was. Twenty-two, financially ruined, and walking back into the mansion I swore I’d never enter again.The moment I stepped into the vast marble foyer, dragging my suitcase behind me, I felt the presence of him.Nica stood at the top of the grand staircase, looking down at me with those sharp, unreadable eyes. Even at his age, he was still devastatingly tall, powerfully built, with a jaw like carved stone and dark hair silvering at the temples. His black dress shirt had the sleeves rolled up, revealing his thick, veined forearms.“Isabella ,” he said, his voice deep with no warm







