Todos los capítulos de Belong with them: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

AmyKeys. CheckedWallet. Checked.ID card. Checked.I walked towards the car. Just as I was about to close the car door, I remembered something. Shit! I forgot about the assignment. I rushed back to my room, grabbed them, and then hurried back to my car. I sat carefully to preserve the formal dress I was wearing today. Usually, I opt for semi-formal clothes, but today was an exception. I needed to look sharp.I arrived at my schoolroom early. Organizing my classroom and making preparations for my students are some of my favorite tasks. I always ensured that my students received my best effort. As I worked, I couldn’t help but smile, thinking about how happy my third-graders would be when they saw the upcoming project.I was nearly done organizing the papers when the bell rang, and I went to get my students. Some of them squealed and yelled, ‘Good morning, Miss Amy!’ It was adorable!“So, my dear kids, do you know what we’re doing today?” I asked, wiggling my brow as the class started.

Amy I sat nervously in the plush waiting room of RC Enterprises, feeling the anxiety bearing down on me. My hands were sweaty, and I couldn’t stop fumbling with the files in my lap. The interviews hadn’t even started yet, and I was already sweating like a pig. I glanced around at the grandeur of the lobby, utterly awestruck. I had never seen anything so grand in my life. The top floor was vast, easily the size of two football fields, and it seemed to have only two offices at the far end corner. Everything else appeared to be meeting rooms or extra waiting areas. I was sitting in the waiting room on a sofa that was so comfortable that I could just slide down and sleep on it. The decor of the whole floor was a soothing light beige, bathed in soft, inviting, and illuminating light. It looked like something straight out of a magazine. I was so captivated by the surroundings that I didn’t even notice someone clearing their throat. “The interviews will begin immediately. Miss. Melissa S

AmyI sighed as I plopped down on my bed after returning to my small apartment from the interview. I found the experience to be somewhat strange. Nannying was never part of my career plan, but when Mara approached me about it a week ago, I couldn’t help but feel perplexed. I probed her for more information, wondering how she even got wind of this opportunity. It appeared like the kind of position that required exclusive connections. To enter the building for the interview, I had to provide a mysterious coded message that Mara had given me. It all felt rather clandestine.I knew I should be grateful for the opportunity, but I couldn't shake the feeling that Mara was hiding something. Desperately needing a job, I reluctantly agreed to the interview after my efforts to find a teaching position elsewhere had failed because of budget cuts and layoffs. This decision meant a 40-minute drive to the imposing corporate building.Stepping into the building, I immediately sensed that I didn’t belo

AmyI quickly exited Mr. Crawford’s room, my heart pounding from the awkward encounter. I couldn’t help but berate myself for my blunder. I’m such a fool, I thought as I sank onto the living room sofa, absently toying with the straps of my bag. Was this going to cost me my job on my very first day?I suddenly realized something crucial. Where was Liam? Panic surged within me. I was about to launch into a search when a handsome man approached.“You must be Miss Amy Castello, Liam’s new nanny,” he said, smiling politely.I blushed. “Hmm... I am. And you are?”“I am Jim Perry, Liam’s bodyguard,” he introduced himself.My mouth formed an ‘O’ of realization. So this is the man who was in the bathroom. And also, a 5-year-old has a bodyguard. Well, not that I am shocked. Liam is the son of a billionaire, Ryan Crawford. “Hmm... have you seen Liam? He asked me to chase him, and I could not find him,” I wondered.Jim’s expression turned somber. “I just dropped him off at school. He didn’t menti

AmyI bit my lip, trying to hold back my emotions as I looked around my tiny apartment. This place, my home for the last few years, holds memories of joy and sorrow. I squealed in the kitchen when I landed my teaching job, and I cried on the floor when the doctor told me my mother needed hospice care. It’s where I’ve cried, smiled, and picked myself up more times than I care to admit. I was almost fully packed, ready to move into Mr. Crawford’s home. My salary would cover the rent here as well as my mother’s medical bills, so I decided to keep this apartment as a haven. Or back home if Mr. Rude boss decided I wasn't fit for the job.However, I still needed to pay this month’s rent, and I was short on funds for now. So, I made my way to Mr. Howard’s condo. I tapped his door knocker. He opened the door. His lips curled; his displeasure was clear upon seeing me.“Hi, Mr. Howard,” I greeted him with a cheery smile, trying to mask my nervousness.He responded with a grunt, pipe hanging fro