All Chapters of The Nanny Affair: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Without realizing it, Elena’s shoulder brushed lightly against a smooth part of the wall. To her shock, it slid open with a soft whoosh.She gasped and stepped back, eyes wide.“What on earth...?”Curious now, she stepped forward and peeked in. The room beyond looked completely different warm, elegant, and quiet. Her footsteps echoed gently as she walked in. The moment she entered fully, the lights flicked on by themselves, slowly brightening the space.She blinked in surprise, taking it all in... a long, indoor pool stretched out before her, calm and perfectly still.But what made her freeze was what hung on the far wall.Her breath caught.Her eyes locked on a massive framed portrait..bold and striking. A woman in a black dress, her face hidden behind a gold mask.Elena’s lips parted in shock.“It’s me...” she whispered. “It’s me.”Her heartbeat quickened.She stepped closer, drawn to it like a magnet. Her fingers gently brushed the edge of the frame as she stared, stunned. The memo

Damien had been driving around the town aimlessly, exhaustion crawling over his skin like a second layer. He’d been searching for hours, nearly ready to give up, when something or rather, someone caught his eye. A lone figure walking slowly through the park path, head lowered, hands stuffed in her coat pockets. His heart slammed hard in his chest. “Elena,” he whispered, barely believing it. He pulled the car to a sharp stop and jumped out, running toward her without thinking. She lifted her head, startled by the sound of fast footsteps. Her eyes widened. Before she could utter a single word, Damien reached her and without hesitation, yanked her into his arms. His hold was desperate, full of emotion, like someone clinging to a lifeline. Elena’s breath caught. Her arms stayed at her sides, confused, unsure until his grip tightened even more. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, still holding her. “I’m so sorry.” His arms wrapped around her even tighter, like he was afraid she’d

The morning light poured into the grand hallway as Vivienne stood by the staircase, peeking subtly toward the dining area. Her footsteps tapped out a steady beat as she paced, a little too dramatically...She paused, made sure no one was looking directly then let out a sudden cry."Ahh!" she gasped, stumbling and landing on the floor with a thud.The noise echoed just enough.Within seconds, Damien appeared from the hallway, his brows furrowed in alarm."Vivienne?" he called, rushing toward her.She clutched her ankle and winced."Please... I think I twisted it. I’m in so much pain," she said, her voice trembling softly...Without thinking twice, Damien crouched down beside her."Can you stand?" he asked.Vivienne shook her head quickly, her eyes watering just a little in a perfectly timed."Alright, hold on," he said as he slid his arms under her and lifted her off the ground with ease.Just as he turned toward the hallway with her in his arms... Elena stepped out of the kitchen.She

''Ohhhh, I’m coming with you guys,” Vivienne muttered hastily as she strode across the marble floor in her heels.Both Mr. Hughston and Nathaniel paused mid-step, turned in surprise.Vivienne appeared a moment later, dressed in an elegant all-black dress that accentuated her curves, paired with a matching hat... the kind worn by women who knew how to command a room, even in mourning. She let out a nervous chuckle as she adjusted the sides of her fitted dress with slightly trembling hands.“I just felt… I needed to go say hi at the grave, too,” Vivienne added softly, her eyes lingering on both men. Then, with a faint smile and a tilt of her head, she added with intentional sweetness,“Since I’ll soon be Mrs. Hughston, it only feels right.”A heavy silence followed her words.But just then, the doorbell's DING DONG sliced through the room...“Oh!” she gasped, clutching her chest with theatrical flair. “That must be the flowers for the grave!”Without waiting for a response, she spun arou

"Damn it!” Vivienne hissed, storming across her bedroom. “How the hell did I mess this up?” Her hands flew into her hair, pulling the strands so much as her breath came in fast, angry bursts. She paused only to slam the drawer shut with a sharp bang. “I just hope I’m not kicked out of this damn house by tomorrow…” she muttered, pacing like a caged animal. Her whole body trembled with frustration. Her phone started ringing on the nightstand. She snatched it up. Logan’s voice came through, loud and lazy. “Are we filthy rich yet? Should I order the Ferrari now or go with the Lambo?” Vivienne’s eyes narrowed. “Shut up, Logan.” He snorted. “Uh... oh, someone’s cranky.” “Cranky?” she snapped. “Everything just went to hell! The plan didn’t go through, the damn man didn’t take a single sip, and I’ve already wasted that bloody bottle!” Her chest heaved. She dragged a hand down her face, trying not to scream. “There’s no plan B, Logan,” she said through clenched teeth. “And if he fi