All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Mute Nanny : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Damien Thorne didn’t believe in softness.Not in life.Not in people.And definitely not in women.Softness, he’d learned, was a liability. It cracked open places that should have remained sealed—inviting pain, distraction, and the kind of vulnerability that could get a man killed in his world.But the moment she stepped into it—barefoot silence and unreadable eyes—Aurora Quinn unraveled him with a single glance.He didn’t even hear her footsteps anymore. She moved like smoke—graceful, silent, untouchable. That night, he watched her from the shadows of the upper hallway, arms folded over the railing. The dim sconces flickered against the long lines of her body as she bent to lift Ivy from the drawing-room rug, holding his daughter against her chest as though the world outside didn’t exist. Her lips brushed the child’s hair. No words. No voice. Just a stillness so deep it bordered on sacred.He’d hired her because no one else could handle Ivy.And because something about her applicatio

The rules came in the morning.Typed. Clinical. Folded into thirds and delivered by a silent maid who did not meet her eyes.Aurora stood in the doorway of the guest wing, the cool marble beneath her bare feet. She unfolded the sheet with careful fingers, her breath steady, her face unreadable. The paper crackled as it opened, stark black ink pressed into thick white stock.HOUSE RULES — DAMIEN THORNE1.Do not enter the East Wing without permission.2.No staff may use the main pool after 9 p.m.3.You will not sleep in any room other than your own.4.No unsanctioned interaction with Mr. Thorne outside scheduled hours.5.You are to be invisible unless needed.6.No personal use of surveillance systems.7.Do not provoke.At the bottom, a final line was underlined in red ink, sharp and severe:There will be no exceptions.She stared at the words for a moment longer than necessary. Her lips twitched—not quite a smile, but close. Then, with slow, deliberate care, she folded the

The storm came suddenly. One moment, the air was still, heavy with the weight of impending rain. The next, the sky cracked open, unleashing torrents of water against the windows. Aurora stood by the window, gazing out at the storm as it raged outside, her heart beating fast for reasons she couldn’t quite explain. The power flickered for a moment before the house was plunged into darkness. The silence that followed was oppressive, thick with the tension that had been building for weeks.She felt it every time Damien was near—this pull between them, undeniable and fierce. Every glance, every brush of his fingers, only deepened the craving. It was dangerous. She shouldn’t want him. He was her employer, the father of the child she cared for. He was a billionaire MAFIA, untouchable and powerful. And she was… well, she was nothing more than a mute woman with a dark past, a secret identity hiding away in his mansion, hoping no one would ever see her for what she really was.But that night,

Aurora sat across from Damien, the space between them heavy with an unspoken tension. The newspaper he had placed on the table in front of her lay open, its bold headline demanding her attention.“Local Heiress Found Dead: Investigation Points to Mafia Ties”The name beneath the headline made her pulse spike—Elizabeth Devereux. Her chest tightened, and a cold sweat prickled her skin as memories she’d buried deep resurfaced. It was her past. The one she had fought so hard to forget. The past that would never leave her, no matter how many years she tried to outrun it.Her fingers trembled on the edge of the table, but she quickly balled them into fists, desperately trying to control the flood of emotions threatening to consume her. Elizabeth had been more than a friend—she had been a sister in every sense, and now… now her death threatened to bring everything crashing down.Damien’s sharp eyes were fixed on her as the silence stretched on. She could feel the weight of his gaze, heavy