All Chapters of Nanny for the Billionaire: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The crimson liquid swirled into my glass, a silent dance of red and gold as the sunlight filtered through the seventieth-floor windows. It was just another day in my office, the same four walls that had witnessed my relentless toil over the years.I buried myself in work again; the old routine of arriving before anyone else, and leaving long after they’d gone home. It meant that I rarely got to see Chris while he was awake anymore. But I had no choice, the press had been relentlessly snapping at my heels again lately, now that Madison had disappeared from my side. It was all I could do to keep my investors calm and my company above water. To make matters worse, Chris had become a storm of emotions over Madison’s absence, his perpetual tantrums echoing through the house like thunder. Refusing to eat, bolting from rooms the moment I would step foot in them… It was all just becoming too much for me to handle!Silvia wasn’t a nanny. She’d made that crystal clear within a week of Chri

The loud ring of my phone shattered the silence of my room. A groan left me as my hand fumbled for the device. “What now?” I muttered, my voice thick with sleep and annoyance thanks to whoever was calling me. I squinted at the bright screen, seeing Joe’s name flashing on it once my eyes adjusted to the light enough to read it. “This better be good,” I grumbled as I swiped to answer.“Hey, Noah, sorry to wake you,” Joe’s voice came through, sounding apologetic yet tense. “I know it’s your day off, but we’ve got trouble. Articles are popping up everywhere saying you and Madison are done. It’s chaos, and the investors are freaking out.”I cursed under my breath, my grumpiness quickly turning into frustration. “Get the PR team together, now,” I snapped and threw the covers off me.My heart was racing, the urgency pushing me to move faster. I skip my usual coffee, barely taking time to brush my teeth and pull on a pair of jeans and a shirt.My feet bar

The harsh sound of my knock echoed off the high ceilings of the hallway as I rapped on the door before me. The place was nicer than I’d expected. I shifted from foot to foot, my hand balling into a fist to rap on the door again. This time, my knock was louder, almost desperate. I couldn’t help it; I needed to see her, to explain everything.The door swung open, and Killian stood on the other side, my eyes widening as recognition dawned on me. The look he was giving me, though, spoke volumes of how he’d enjoy beating me within an inch of my life. If it had to come down to it, I knew I’d let him do it. I deserved far more than a physical beating for my mistakes. He didn’t say a word, just raised an eyebrow at me. I tried to peer around him, my neck craning in the hopes of just a glimpse of Madison inside. But the apartment swallowed my hopes with its silence.“She’s not here,” Killian said, his voice flat.A sense of urgency gripped me at his words

The hospital’s sliding doors whooshed open as I carried her inside. Her face was tight with pain, gripping my hand so hard it hurt. The doctors were quick to jump into action, taking her away on a stretcher before I could get a word out. Before I knew it, I was left behind in the waiting, surrounded by strangers. I tried to sit, but the chairs were stiff and unwelcoming. The clock on the wall ticked loudly, each second stretching out, making me feel like I was stuck in some slow-motion nightmare. I paced back and forth, unable to sit still, my shoes squeaking on the shiny floor. I sat down, able to focus long enough to send a message to Silvia with an apology to Chris, then stood up, my heart pounding with worry. What if something went wrong? What if the baby… The thought was too horrifying to finish.The TV buzzed in the background, but the noise just bounced around in my head like a ping-pong ball. My eyes kept darting to the door they’d taken Madiso

Noah’s car came to a stop in front of his house. This was it. My hands felt clammy as I stared at the home I’d missed more than anything.I reached for the door handle, but before I could stand, Noah was at my door. He scooped me up into his arms again, and I couldn’t help but feel a rush of warmth. My heart danced in my chest, and a giggle escaped my lips. I was flustered, yes, but more than that, I felt loved, cherished.Resting my head against Noah’s chest, I listened to the steady beat of his heart. The sound was comforting, a rhythmic reminder that I wasn’t alone. As we moved toward the front door, I made a silent promise to myself. I would let go of the anger that had haunted me since the day I told Noah about my pregnancy. If I could have Noah, and Chris, and our baby together, nothing else mattered. The past was just that—the past.Noah managed to open the door without setting me down, a feat that made me smile. He carried me into the living room