All Chapters of The CEO's Fated Nanny : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I sit in bed, staring absentmindedly at a corner of the room. Moonlight seeps through the windows and paints everything a serene shade of blue and the silence is calm, but my mind is far away from the present. Unlike my dreams, I remember my nightmares in brutal detail. They are never scary, just reminders of my past and all the things I could have, should have, done differently. My nightmares are a collage of regrets resurfacing to remind me who I am and what I destroyed. Memories laced with guilt and pushed away bubble up to the surface and I can't help but relive them. After I got my heart broken watching Theodore get married, I wrote letters upon letters to him. It went on for months on end; a routine filled with writing, stalking, and feeling more disappointed and angry with each passing day. And then one day I finally received a reply. It was his handwriting. I could even smell a whiff of his cologne on it. My anticipation was at an all time high it made my hands t

“Ten, nine, eight, seven–”I grin behind my hands that are covering my eyes as the children giggle and run away into their hiding spots. We spent most of the morning learning simple addition and subtraction, then we switched to lessons on my violin that somehow ended with Emile declaring that she has mastered “Twinkle, twinkle, little star”. Now we're taking a well deserved break from all the lessons.After last night, I'm just happy for whatever distraction I can get.“-three, two, one, ready or not, here I come!” I shout to alert the children but who am I kidding, they are probably well out of hearing distance already. With my hands on my hip, I take a slow turn in place, wondering where I should start from.The kids have an obvious unfair advantage. First, the house is so large they could hide an elephant and I wouldn't notice. Second, I haven't been anywhere else in the house apart from my room, the children's room, the home office, the living room, the kitchen and the dining ro

I sit at the edge of the bed with a glass of whiskey in hand. It's starting to look like my favorite accessory. The lamplight illuminates the papers scattered in front of me. Each paper contains all the information I could get on the media mogul, whose company I need to seal a deal. Now that Grant has managed to secure the partnership from Jerald Wuinn, all that remains is for me to reel in this final big fish.The only problem? Very little is known about this man, except that he has never agreed to a partnership between his company and anyone else's. And a lot of people have tried. But they weren't me. At least that's how confident I was about securing this partnership but now a little doubt creeps in. “Shit,” I mutter as my mind wanders. Maybe I would have been able to find the crack in the otherwise faultless image of this chess piece if I wasn't so distracted by a certain curvy, golden skinned woman under my roof.Nova.Every night for the last week, she left the house on Gran

NovaNova…“Nova!” Grant's voice pulls me out of my daze. We are out again, at a bar this time. One of those exclusive places Xander and I couldn't get into on a girl's night out even if we wore our most expensive clothes.So far he's taken me to dinner, a baseball game, an art gallery and wine tasting. I've been introduced to more CEOs and movie stars than I can count on my fingers.But horse riding with Theodore was a wake-up call that reminded me I've gotten nowhere in the plan. I don't have any new information on the company's secret. Instead, I have recurring memories of what being in Theodore's arms feels like. “Are you ok?” Grant shouts over the loud music with a bottle of vodka in his hand. “I'm fine,” I reply with a forced smile. “Just thinking about something that happened.”“Do you want to talk about it?”He's considerate, as always. He's been the perfect gentleman each night; helping me out of the car, pouring my drinks, keeping me involved in conversations when we run

Theodore The room is empty.A frown immediately descends on my face and I take a glance at my wristwatch. It's far too late. She has never failed to return earlier than this on all the nights she went out.Nova has always been time conscious. It's almost like she's constantly counting down the seconds in her head. Even back then, every time we would stroll deep into the woods behind her parent's hotel she would take us back just in time for lunch.So when I stare at her empty room the fatigue vanishes and dread replaces it. I pull out my phone and dial her number. The calm of the room is quickly broken by a phone on her nightstand lighting up and vibrating. One look at the picture of Nova and her friend on the screen is all it takes to realize she left her phone behind.“Grant, for fuck sake,” I mutter darkly. I just know that fucker has done something. I dial his number. The ringing tone shouts through the silence of the house. It goes on and on until it stops. I dial again. No an