All Chapters of Nanny for the Billionaire: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Surrounded by the comfort of Noah’s bed, I found myself not wanting to wake up, as if my dreams would give way to a reality that had me alone and still in my new apartment. But that wasn’t where I was. Blankets, black as night, surrounded me with their comfort as I basked in the morning rays of sunlight shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I was home. I touched the side of the bed where Noah had slept, holding me tight against him all night. It was empty, the man in question having woken up before me. But the knowledge that he’d been there, that we’d shared a bed—and could keep doing so—brought a surge of indescribable joy into my heart.But the smile didn’t last, as the rest of yesterday’s memories hit me like a cold wave. The rush to the hospital, my breaths quick and shallow, the fear of the unknown as I’d felt the early contractions. Then returning home to those photos, the ones that’d turned my blood to ice.My joy twisted into a

I cradled Madison’s stomach gently, feeling the firm roundness of it beneath my hands. She was a vision of motherhood at seven months pregnant, her belly a testament to the life we’d created together. I couldn’t help but smile as I thought about how far we’d come—no more pregnancy scares, no more stalker issues. It’d been quiet since Kiera’s body was found, and Madison hadn’t received any more texts, or letters with questionable contents. Madison’s laughter broke through my thoughts, light and carefree. “Noah, we really should get going, or we’ll be late,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mirth. We’d already sent Chris off to school, his lips pouting as he whined about not being able to come with us.I chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “We won’t be late,” I assured her, my voice a low rumble. Leaning down, I whispered to her belly, “Your mommy is such a worrywart, isn’t she? And a bit pushy, too.”Madison playfully swatted my shou

Noah’s hand was gentle on my arm as he helped me out of the car. “It’s so quiet,” I whispered, the hush of the night wrapping around us.“I wish it was this peaceful during the day,” he chuckled softly.With a few taps on his phone, the building beeped, and the lights blinked as the alarm was turned off. “Is that safe?” I asked, a tiny worry nibbling at my thoughts.“It’s fine, we’ll only be a minute,” Noah assured me.We walked to the elevator, the soft hum of its machinery the only sound to be heard as we made our way up to the floor his office was on. The moment the doors opened on his floor, a relieved breath escaped me.“The bathroom’s right there.” Noah pointed, causing me to smile. “I’m just going to grab some things from my office after you’ve gone.”“Go on, I’ll be fine,” I replied, watching as his feet remained planted. “You’ll be just down the hall, right?”“Right, just down the hall.” Noah’s lips brushed my cheek,

I watched, my heart thumping in my chest, as the officers slapped handcuffs on Gerald. The detective tried to talk to me, saying sorry for something, but her words were just noise. I couldn’t focus on her. My mind was on the bathroom door, closed and silent. “Madison!” I shouted, my voice cracking. “The police got him. It’s safe now.” But there was no answer, just a low sound that might have been a grunt. I felt sick with worry. What if she was hurt? What if—As the police proceeded to break down the door, I paced back and forth, each step heavy with dread. I had to see her, had to know she was okay. The door finally gave way, exploding into the room, wood splintering everywhere. I didn’t even blink. My feet were already moving, carrying me straight to Madison.She was on the floor, her hands on her belly, a puddle of water around her. My heart stopped for a second. “Madison!” I called out, falling on the floor before scrambling behind her head and lifting her

Bonus Scene: The Interview Part 1 Chapter 6 from Noah’s POV The nanny interviews were about to begin. My fingers dug into my hair, ruining the neat style I had carefully arranged earlier. Silvia had become increasingly insistent that I hire a nanny. Every evening when I got home, her disapproving gaze made me feel as if I’d committed the worst sin on the planet.I sighed, my hands dropping from my hair to thud against my desk. The antique clock’s ticking reverberated through the room, counting down the seconds. Too soon, person after person was about to be paraded through my office.Maybe I needed some coffee first. I reached for my phone, ready to call Candice, but hesitated with my fingers hovering over the device. Getting up and walking might help release some of my pent-up energy. I didn’t want to be frustrated during the nanny interviews. After all, I didn’t want to scare them off before they even started their fir