Semua Bab A Nanny For Hire: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Michele’s POVThe house finally fell quiet again.Not peaceful but quiet. The kind of silence that comes only after chaos has been forced into submission. My men had swept the grounds twice, the perimeter locked down tighter than before, yet something still felt wrong. The air itself carried a tension I couldn’t shake.I stood by the window in my office, watching the stretch of lawn lit by floodlights. Beyond the gates, the world looked calm, too calm. The intruder hadn’t made it far; they never do. The body had already been removed by the time I came down, but the image of it lingered anyway. A man in dark clothes, face half-covered, gun still warm in his hand. One of mine had taken him down before he could clear the wall.But he wasn’t alone.The cameras caught three more shadows slipping into the trees, vanishing before my men could reach them. That bothered me. No one got that close to my house without help. Someone had mapped our blind spots, learned our patterns, known the exact

Michele’s POVThe moment I stepped back inside, the air felt heavier.The sunlight didn’t reach deep into this house. It caught on the marble floors, reflected off the glass, but never warmed anything. The silence after the garden felt different here, colder, like the walls were listening again.I told myself to focus.Vico and Enzo were waiting in the study when I walked in. A fresh set of files lay open across the desk. Vico looked exhausted, his shirt wrinkled, his voice low when he spoke.“We checked the systems. The breach last night was timed with a camera loop. Whoever did it had access to the maintenance schedule.”“Which is kept where?” I asked.“In the east control room. Two people have access to that file: Matteo and Gianni.”Matteo was already dead.I sat down slowly. “And Gianni?”“Questioning him now,” Vico said. “He swears he never shared it.”Enzo leaned forward, his tone rougher. “He is lying. I saw the timestamps myself. Someone pulled that file three nights ago. Mat

Michele’s POVBy midday, the house had settled into a rhythm again, but I could tell the calm was forced.Everything looked normal on the surface. The staff moved through the halls. The guards rotated posts. Lunch trays clattered in the kitchen. But underneath, the tension lingered like smoke that refused to leave.From the second-floor balcony outside my study, I could see the garden below. Erin sat on the bench with Luca, a small notepad in his hand. The boy leaned close to him, drawing something. They were laughing at something only they understood.It should have been an ordinary scene, but it wasn’t.Something about watching them like that made my chest feel heavier. Maybe it was because I had almost lost that laughter two nights ago. Maybe it was because I couldn’t stop wondering how much Erin really knew.I turned away from the railing. Enzo stood near the desk, holding a folder.“That the report?” I asked.He nodded. “We traced the last communication from the Croatian number.

Michele’s POVThe gunshot echoed through the courtyard like a warning.It was only one, but one was enough. My hand was already on the gun before the sound finished rolling through the walls. The camera feeds lit up across the screen, each flashing movement in the rain-soaked night.“Section three,” Vico’s voice came through the radio, breathless. “We saw movement near the east wall.”“I’m on my way,” I said.I was already moving before he could answer.The rain hit hard when I stepped outside. Cold and sharp. The ground was slick beneath my shoes. The lights from the mansion cast long silver reflections across the wet stone, turning everything into a blur of motion and noise.Two guards met me at the stairs. Both were soaked, rifles raised.“What do we have?” I asked.“One figure, maybe two. We saw one drop near the fence after the shot.”“Alive?”“Not sure.”I started walking toward the east wall. The rain fell harder, soaking through my shirt, but I barely felt it. My pulse had alr

Erin’s POVThe morning light felt too calm for what had happened last night.When I opened my eyes, for a second, I thought it had all been a dream — the gunshot, the rain, the sound of Michele’s voice through the intercom. But then I saw the towel on the table, the small brown stain dried into it, and it all came back.The house was quiet again, but not the same kind of quiet as before. It was a heavy silence, careful and tired, the kind that came after something no one wanted to talk about.I sat up slowly and looked toward the window. The rain had stopped completely, leaving the garden slick and shining under the pale sun. Everything looked untouched, as if the night hadn’t happened at all. But I knew better.Someone had died out there. Someone else had tried to come in.And Michele had gone into it like it was just another part of his day.I ran a hand through my hair and exhaled. I hadn’t slept much. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw flashes — his face in the doorway, the bruise