All Chapters of The Nanny Affair: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The morning didn’t look too great for some, and for others… it just felt like waiting for the day to pass. Mr. Hughston was already out in the dawn. He sat bare-chested on his horse, his muscles flexing with every movement. His six-pack moved with the rhythm of the ride, and his eyes stayed sharp and focused, like he was trying to outrun everything that burned inside him. "Ayeee! Ayeee!" he yelled, whipping the back of the horse, making it run even faster. The wind rushed against his face as the horse galloped through the open field. He didn’t care where he was heading. He just needed the speed, the silence, the freedom. Anything to help him forget... The horse came to a sudden stop. Its front legs lifted high in the air, kicking out, wild and scared. They had reached the edge of a cave where a massive waterfall roared down into the rocks. The loud sound and mist scared the animal badly. Mr. Hughston held tightly to the horse’s neck, steadying it, his bare chest rising with sha

He pulled closer to her almost as if wanting to kiss her.“Please, Elena…” Ray whispered with a low desperate voice “Give me another chance for the sake of everything we dreamed.” Elena quickly glanced around to make sure no one was coming. “Dream?” she said sharply, her voice thick with disbelief. Her eyes narrowed. “You remembered we had a dream… right after you cancelled our wedding with no explanation?” She shook her head. “Come on now.”Ray ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “I was a jerk, I know. I panicked. But I don’t want to lose you for good.”He stepped closer with pleading eyes, “I know you still feel something, Elena. I can see it. Let’s try again. We can make it work.”Elena folded her arms tightly. “How did you even know I was here?”“You still share your location with me on Snap,” he said quietly.She blinked. “Are you stalking me now?”Before she could say anything else, Ray suddenly reached out and cupped her face. “Please,” he whispered and leaned in for a

The party of Mr. Charles Hughston had been going strong for over two hours now. The ballroom sparkled with soft lights hanging from the high ceiling. The decorations were simple but rich blue and black cloths draped across tables, silver balloons floating near the walls, and elegant flower stands in every corner. Guests moved about comfortably, old men and women sipping drinks and laughing with old friends. The room was filled with gentle music and the quiet clinking of glasses. “Ahh, Charles. Who would've thought sixty would look this good?” one of his friends said, raising a glass. Mr. Charles smiled and gave a small nod. “I'd say I feel about fifty-five.” The group around him chuckled, some clapping him on the back. Across the room, Mom Mary May stood with a group of her close friends, chatting and watching everything like a proud host. One of them pointed toward Mr. Charles and said, “That suit is topnotch. You must have had a hand in that.” Mary May laughed light

The days passed quickly, just like how Vivienne's luck kept turning things in her favour. As for Elena, she made a decision. She would stay and complete the remaining months of her contract. Not because she still believed in love, but because she owed it to Nathaniel. Even if she didn’t win at love, she would win in her bank account. And when the months were over, she wouldn’t just walk away heartbroken, she’d walk away heartbroken and filthy rich. Over the past few days, she had done everything to avoid Mr. Hughston. If he walked into a room, she found a reason to walk out. If he tried to speak, she kept her answers short and professional. Her eyes never met his. .. And at Mr. Hughston's side… he wasn’t doing much better. He hadn’t been able to sleep properly since the night of the party. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Elena’s face, the look of betrayal, the tears she tried to hide, the way she bowed her head and walked away like he meant nothing. And the worst

The Next Morning Damien was on the run again.He had barely settled into the office when a call came through that his father had suffered a heart attack.Without hesitation, he dropped everything and sped to his parents’ estate.His car screeched to a halt in front of the house. As he jumped out in a rush, his mother suddenly appeared in the hallway, nearly colliding with him.“Mom?” he breathed, panting slightly. “Where’s Dad? What happened?”He moved to rush past her, but she stepped in his path.“Your father is fine, Damien,” Mom Mary May said with an unnaturally wide smile.His brows drew together in confusion. “Then why did I get a call saying he had a heart attack?”“Well,” she said gently, her tone too calm to match the urgency that had dragged him here. “You're in-laws are here. I needed something important to bring you home to meet them.”Damien took a stunned step back. His eyes shifted to the large, closed double doors behind her.Before he could say more, the grand wooden d