Alle Kapitel von Lawfully Wedded Nanny (BWWM): Kapitel 221 – Kapitel 225

Monet knew who it was before the knock finished echoing on the door. There was a particular rhythm to Mother Margaret’s presence—unhurried, reverent, as though even doors should be approached with care. Monet closes her eyes briefly, breath tightening, then forces herself to stand. She opens the door.Mother Margaret looks smaller than Monet remembers. Or maybe Monet has grown into her grief. The nun’s habit is immaculate, her silver-streaked hair tucked neatly beneath her veil, her eyes warm with something dangerously close to relief.“Monet,” she says softly.That is all it takes.Anger surges—hot, immediate—but it has nowhere to land. It dissolves the moment Mother Margaret steps forward and cups Monet’s face the way she used to when Monet was a child with skinned knees and unasked questions.“You shouldn’t have come,” Monet says, even as she steps aside.“I know,” Mother Margaret replies, and enters anyway.They sit in the breakfast nook in the kitchen. Monet pours tea. Stea

Richard Abbott did not confront people on instinct.He gathered facts. He verified patterns. He waited until certainty settled into his bones like a weight inescapable, undeniable.That was how he knew Gabriel Morgan was not a coincidence.The PI’s report lay open on Richard’s desk, pages neat, impersonal, damning in their restraint. Names. Dates. Proximity. Patterns that did not scream guilt but whispered intention.Gabriel Morgan. Private equity consultant. International board appointments. Old-money access without visible origin.And threaded through it all—quietly, repeatedly—Monet.Richard leaned back, fingers steepled, jaw tight.Gabriel had been near the foundations on which Monet once stood. Near the convents. Near the social circles that brushed too close to Stephanie Jacobs’ shadow. Near Elara—long before Seychelles, long before chance could be blamed.Richard exhaled slowly. So this was not curiosity.This was an inheritance. He closed the file and stood. They met.