All Chapters of The Don’s Mysterious Nanny : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

My fever had finally broken, but my hands were still shaking as I scrolled through another classified file.Not from illness this time.From pure, unadulterated rage.I'd found the missing piece. The one that made Isabella's entire charade make sense.She hadn't married Alessandro out of love.She'd married him for power.The Morretti family had been losing ground for years. Smaller families were muscling in on their territory, their influence was waning, and their traditional sources of income were drying up.But Alessandro's family? The De Luca empire was thriving.Shipping. Real estate. Legitimate businesses that provided perfect fronts for less legitimate activities.Isabella had seen an opportunity and seized it."Fucking bitch," I muttered, wiping my nose with a tissue.The marriage had been strategic from day one. Get close to Alessandro, learn his business, and find his weaknesses.But Alessandro hadn't been weak.He'd been smart. Careful. Too careful for Isabella to get the a

The morning sickness was getting better. Small victories, I told myself as I managed to keep down half a piece of toast and some ginger tea. The prenatal vitamins sat on my kitchen counter like tiny reminders of the life growing inside me. Alessandro's baby. A child who would never know their father if I didn't find the courage to tell him the truth. About Isabella. About the pregnancy. About everything. Today was the day. I'd spent the past week gathering every piece of evidence I could find. Financial records, communication logs, witness protection files—everything that proved Isabella Morretti-De Luca was a manipulative bitch who'd been playing the long game from the beginning. The folder sat on my coffee table, thick with documents that would destroy her carefully constructed lies. But would Alessandro believe me? Or would he think this was just another betrayal from the woman who'd already broken his trust? I picked up the folder with shaking hands. Only one way to find

The drive back to the penthouse felt like a victory lap. Every mile between me and that warehouse was another step toward the life I deserved. Vanessa was handled. Soon she'd be just another unsolved murder in a city full of them. Alessandro would grieve, maybe. Wonder what happened to his precious nanny. But grief faded. And I'd be there to help him forget. My phone rang as we hit traffic on the FDR Drive. "Mrs. De Luca? This is Dr. Harrison from Mount Sinai." My uncle's doctor. Right on schedule. "I'm afraid I have some concerning news about your uncle's condition." I arranged my voice into proper worry. "What's wrong?" "His kidney function has declined rapidly over the past week. We're running tests, but... I think you should prepare for the worst." "Oh my God. Should I come to the hospital?" "That might be wise. If you want to say goodbye." Perfect. The poison was working faster than expected. "I'll be there as soon as I can." I hung up and smiled. B

The house was perfect.Mediterranean style, with white stucco walls and terracotta tiles, nestled in the hills overlooking Malibu. Private beach access, six bedrooms, infinity pool that seemed to blend into the Pacific horizon.Most importantly, it was thousands of miles away from here and every ghost that haunted us there."The master suite has ocean views," the realtor had gushed during our video tour. "And there's a separate wing for children, with its play area."Alessandro had nodded approvingly, but I could see the distance in his eyes.He was still thinking about her and still wondering where she'd gone.But that would change once we were settled in New York. Once there were no more familiar places to trigger memories of his precious nanny."We'll take it," I'd said before he could voice any doubts.The wire transfer went through yesterday. By the end of the week, we'll be homeowners in paradise.And I'd finally have Alessandro all to myself.---I was in Aria's room now, caref

The world tilted sideways as consciousness crept back in.Everything was spinning—white ceiling, white walls, white sheets that smelled like disinfectant and despair.I tried to sit up, and the room lurched violently.A scream tore from my throat before I could stop it.---Footsteps thundered down the hallway.A nurse burst through the door, her face creased with concern. She was middle-aged, with kind eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses."Signorina, please, you must stay calm," she said in accented English.Behind her, a doctor appeared—tall, graying at the temples, wearing a white coat that looked like it had seen better days."What's happening to me?" My voice came out as a croak.The doctor moved to my bedside, pulling out a small flashlight."My name is Dr. Martinelli. You're in the hospital. I need you to follow the light with your eyes."I obeyed, squinting as he checked my pupils."Good. Now, can you tell me your name?""Victoria Romano."The name felt strange on my tongue.---"