Semua Bab Nanny for the Billionaire: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Bonus Scene: Fist Steamy Scene Chapter 17 from Madison’s Point of View The inky blackness of the brewing coffee crept into the pot. The machine’s insistent whir became the heartbeat of the room, while the aroma of ground beans, laced with a whisper of vanilla, enveloped my senses. I adjusted the silky strap of my tank top, which had slipped off my shoulder. It was late, and I had already indulged in a steamy shower before changing into my pajamas.Chris was asleep, the dark skies outside having long signaled bedtime. With him finally at rest and the house quiet, my thoughts drifted back to last night. I could still hear Noah’s incensed tone ringing in my ears. I’d never felt so small in my entire life!He might be stinking rich and used to getting his damned way all the time, but that doesn’t mean he gets to chastise me like I’m some rebellious little child. Maybe I could be blamed for making him worry by taking C

Bonus Scene: The KidnappingNoah’s POV - From Chapter 21The phone rang and rang on the other end, and every second it wasn’t answered was like a jolt to my heart. I gritted my teeth, the taste of fear sharp and metallic on my tongue. I paced my living room, the thud of my feet against the floor practically shaking the walls.“Answer your fucking phone, dammit!”As if he’d heard my raging plea, Joe’s voice crackled through the small speaker pressed tightly to my ear. “Noah? I’m leaving for work in a few minutes, man. If you need me there earlier, we talked about this; you need to tell me beforehand.” “Chris and Madison were kidnapped,” I blurted out, the words tumbling from me in a rush of raw emotion. The silence on the other end stretched. Joe’s wife said something—a distant feminine voice—but my scrambled mind couldn’t decipher her words.The sound of frantic movement came from the other end of

Secret Baby with a Billionaire Book 3 Lead MagnetSEVEN YEARS BEFOREEverything is going to be okay. Greeting everyone is the hard part, and with a few drinks in my system, I press a smile to my lips before staring back down at the cue cards in my hand. I shouldn’t need this. I’ve memorized and recited it a half a dozen times already.Why am I so fucking nervous?Ever since I got up here, it feels like every word that comes out of my mouth has been a stumble, an inarticulate mess—something that should feel natural, yet eludes me completely.And then it hits me… this speech isn’t flowing like it should.Just be yourself, Hailey. You’ve been doing perfectly fine this entire time. Don’t fuck up now.Taking a deep breath, I square my shoulders and force a smile onto my face.“Hailey Cosmetics is what it is today because of the efforts put in by everyone here. I salute you guys and—" 

SEVENTEEN YEARS AGO The room is hot. Everyone is in a frenzy, dancing to loud music, and all I can do is sit and watch people dance to the beat of their own tune while sipping my drink. As much as I want to leave, I don’t. Lisa would hunt me down and probably chop my head off if I did. Hell, it took everything she had to get me out here tonight. And she didn’t even explain what kind of party it was… but I quickly realized when we showed up, wondering why she put me in white, only to find out that it was a themed all-white party. As much as she has tried to encourage me to join her, I don’t. Instead, I watch her dance with a group of people I’ve never met while I hold up my position and dread every second of being here.I know my friend is a social butterfly, but I didn’t realize how much of a butterfly she really was until tonight. All these people are unfamiliar to me, but Lisa talks to them like she’s known them for ages

Just as I’m about to slap him for being a dick, I see it. Something of a grimace crosses his face. A shadow of doubt, perhaps? A speck of confusion laced within deep blue eyes that stares at me wider than they had only moments ago. I can’t really blame him for some of what transpired over my life. He didn’t know about our daughter, and even though I did look for him at one point in time, I didn’t pursue that idea any further since.“We have a child?” he finally mutters, shaking his head.“No, I have a daughter,” I correct. Perhaps it’s bitchy of me, but she is my daughter, even if he helped create her. She doesn’t know him and perhaps one day they can get to know each other, but right now… she doesn’t know him. And I don’t know if she could handle having this dropped on her right now while in her senior year of high school. It’s a lot for a kid her age to digest.His eyes narrow, laced with what looks like irritation and anger.“That’s not a choic