All Chapters of Nanny for the Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

One thing I’ve learned in life is that opportunities don’t lie around waiting for you. Life doesn’t just give you things; you have to grab them for yourself and take life by the bull’s horns. That is the only way to come out on top. Every day, I conquered one task after the other, overcoming each challenge with all the focus and dedication I could muster. This was constantly required of me as CEO of a prominent wine label. Work demanded my undivided attention and energy—even more so now than when I’d started my business over half a decade ago. I had to make a lot of sacrifices over the years, some more rueful than others, but all had been necessary. My commitment to the growth and success of my business had always taken precedence over building close friendships or getting intimately involved with someone. I wouldn’t say I regretted anything I’d done in the past to get to where I was today, even if it felt like I’d missed something vital along the way. I was exactly where I wante

There was a note scribbled on the back of the photo the boy had brought with him, though I’d only noticed it later. I read through it again—likely for the hundredth time—but it was still too unreal for me to fully accept it.Noah Hayes, this is your son, Chris Hudson. Yes, Brianne wanted him to keep her name, just as she never wanted you to know about the boy. I didn’t understand why she decided this at the time, but we all know how unreasonable she could get. Before she was able to tell me why, she unfortunately passed away in a car accident a mere week after giving birth. I suppose I was just trying to honor her wishes for as long as I could by not contacting you until now.I’ve been caring for Chris ever since, but I am sick, and the doctor says I don’t have long anymore. I’m to book myself in at a hospice for my final days and didn’t want Chris’s last memory of me to be on my deathbed. Please take care of him. He’s your son, after all.  Judy Hudson

That was all it took. A few words on a piece of paper, it seemed, was all I needed for reality to hit me. I was a father…an actual father. That’s not overwhelming at all, I thought as I slumped down into my chair, my sudden weight causing the mechanisms underneath to groan in protest.I sank deeper into the soft leather cushions. Reality sure showed no mercy, hitting me with a right hook full force across the face. I have new responsibilities now. Big ones. Looking after a child was no joke. I was more than capable on the financial front—it was all the other parts of caring for a kid that scared me.What was I going to tell him when I got home? What were dads supposed to do with their five-year-old sons they’d only just met? My door creaked open and I almost jumped to my feet—for what reason, I didn’t know. It was probably all the thinking and worrying making me jumpy. When I saw it was just Joe, I relaxed. As always, he sauntered into my office as if he owned the plac

The day at work, which was basically just one meeting after the other, went by in a blur. At four I slipped out of the office to go to my appointment with my therapist. I’d been seeing her for the past two years now to treat my anxiety. It had gotten worse after the scandal with Cassie and the resulting fires I had to douse, and Davina had helped me immeasurably since then. I’d canceled my two previous appointments, so I hadn’t seen her in over a month. I was certain her expression would be unforgettable when she found out how much my life had changed in a short while.  Joe teased me on my way out. “Had fun with your son yesterday? I must say, mommy eye bags suit you, Noah,” he crooned, slapping my shoulder playfully. I batted him away, feigning annoyance, but couldn’t help the little smile pulling at the corners of my mouth.***Davina’s office felt like home. Maybe it was the view from the window facing the mountainside, the green plants she was watering when I walk

George turned to me. The smile on his face disappeared as if it hadn’t been there just a second ago. “What is it you want here, Madison?” he asked, sounding both insulting and disinterested at the same time. I’d expected as much since I was late and had just ruined his cheap fun for the morning, but I felt something stir inside me, telling me I deserved better.This was the part where I had to start begging him to keep me on as a barista. Maybe even allow him to touch my breasts, which I knew his filthy, pudgy hands had been pining for since the first day I’d walked into this café asking for a job.Instead of doing any of that, though, I said, “I quit.” Whether it was because of his disrespectful tone, his beady eyes lewdly looking me up and down, or that I’d simply had enough, it was as if—in a mere instant—I had just flipped something of a mental fuck-it switch.“You were already fired before you even barged in here, stupid gir