All Chapters of THE CEO'S PREGNANT NANNY: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

POV: LAURENThe tracking of the images had led us to a burner number. Another trick to throw us off. Fortunately, Theodor was back home, safe and sound. Security had been tightened on all fronts, and now all that was left was to wait—the next 48 hours would be crucial once the results came in. Even without fully grasping the gravity of the situation, Theodor could sense the weight in our gazes, the tension that hung in every corner of the house. Being the sweet and sensitive child he always was, he suggested a family night. Movies, popcorn, and lots of chocolate cake. Just the three of us. In an attempt to distract him and myself, I headed to the kitchen, but my mind was too far gone to do anything properly. The sound of the door opening snapped me out of it, followed by Henry’s firm and curious voice. “Lauren, what’s that burning smell?” He walked in, eyebrows furrowed, his eyes scan

POV: LAURENThe unexpected seriousness on his face caught me off guard. I noticed when he lowered his head, shy, as if afraid of being a bother. My heart tightened instantly, as if something inside me had silently shattered. I bit my lips hard and just nodded, swallowing the lump forming in my throat.“You’re absolutely right, my love,” I said carefully, my voice nearly breaking. “These last few months have been so tough… and in the middle of everything, we forgot that it hasn’t been easy for you either.”I glanced away for a moment and looked at Henry, who remained serious, his eyes fixed on Theo as if carrying the same guilt. He clenched his fists instinctively, holding back the obvious discomfort. Maybe for the first time since everything we’d been through, both of us had stopped to truly see how much it had affected our boy too.“We’re so sorry for being absent, Theodor,” I continued, taking his little hands in mine. “But we’re here now. And we’re going to make every second togeth

POV: LAURENJames struggled to regain his balance, that cynical smile still plastered on his face, as if he were enjoying the thick tension in the air. “I already told you, Henry. I came to see my son,” he replied, his voice dripping with mockery, his gaze shifting directly to me over the shoulders of the man protecting me. “What’s wrong, Lauren? Surprised?” My stomach churned as he tilted his chin with that filthy, arrogant expression, his dark eyes glinting with malice and contempt. “Did you really think I didn’t know?” he continued. “That Violet’s baby was mine? That woman followed me for weeks, called me in the middle of the night, and humiliated herself for attention. That bitch practically begged me to sleep with her and then showed up pregnant.” “You’re truly a spineless piece of trash,” Henry snarled, h

POV: HENRYI was in my office, high up in the company building, with the lights off and only the computer screen illuminating my face. The silence was thick. The mansion’s security cameras were open on every angle, and my eyes scrutinized every recorded second, searching for any flaw. Any movement. Any mistake that could have allowed that bastard to get in. James. The name alone was enough to make my jaw clench and my blood boil in my veins. I leaned forward, elbows resting on the glass desk, and played the video in slow motion. My breathing was steady and controlled, but every muscle in my body was on high alert. Sweat trickled down my back, even in the icy room. And then, there he was. “Son of a bitch…” I whispered through gritted teeth, my jaw tightening as I saw his image wearing a lowered cap and a thermal backpack on his shoulders. Pizza deli

POV: HENRY“I know,” I said firmly, without hesitation. “But I have something they won’t refuse. A solid, straightforward, strategic proposal. A quiet trade: truth for stability. And above all… protection for Noah.” I pointed at the letter with my index finger, keeping my gaze locked on his. “They want peace? I’ll offer it. They want to preserve the family name? I’ll ensure it. But James…” I paused, feeling the anger simmer beneath my skin, controlled but present, “…won’t come near my son. That’s non-negotiable.” Lucian broke into a slow, wide grin, as if recognizing the weight of the move. He raised his eyebrows with a mischievous glint, leaning back in the armchair, clearly pleased with the direction of the conversation. I arched an eyebrow, furrowing my brow, without losing the firmness in my