บททั้งหมดของ Pink Secrets: The Billionaire’s Ex-convict Nanny : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Chapter 22Darcy's PovI left the kitchen without looking back. “She needs space; I would respect that.”11:30pm sharp but sleep avoided me just the way Adrian had in three days now.The time stretched.I looked up at the ceiling, some times, I stared into nothingness as my thoughts raced from one point to the other. Restlessness settled. The clock in my room ticked constantly—2:47 AM, 3:15 AM, 4:03 AM, each minute it moved made me restless.“I’m afraid... it’s inappropriate,” She said, her words repeating itself in my mind. I could hear her soft voice clearer when she said that.Her gray eyes filled with a vulnerability that struck deeper than any rival ever could.What stung the most wasn’t just that she had said it; it was that she was right.And I had no response for her.Any relationship between us would be fundamentally uneven—I controlled her salary, her living arrangements, and, indirectly, her freedom. Yet even with that knowledge, I craved her. Recklessly. Desperately.The

Chapter 24Martin's PovThe afternoon weather was chilled and calm just the way I've always wanted it to be. But today seemed different. Yesterday's party made me real money, cool dollars but still I feel a big hole inside my heart. I was tensed that something was about to happen and it'd cause my ruin. Adrian Martinez...Paranoid weighs over me everyday especially when I remember Adrian. It felt like everything I had worked so hard to build was about to fall apart because of a woman that I thought I had succeeded to ruin not just that and wanted her rot in jail three years ago.When I walked into the living room, Amelia was on the couch, calm and comfortable, holding a wine glass in one hand and her phone in the other.She's still comfortable without knowing that her cousin, the one we succeeded to send to jail, the same person who paid to be eliminated with her child during childbirth is out of prison, roaming like a free person in the city. Potentially unaware of threatening ever

Chapter 26Brittany’s PovI practically went home very excited after I had left Darcy’s office, my pulse still quick from the win. Sitting in the car when I parked at the garage, I pressed my fingers to my lips, remembering how our mouths had brushed, just a quick, teasing kiss but it had cracked something in Darcy.For a heartbeat I saw him softening, then he closed back off. That small slip felt like progress.The house smelled like dinner and money. In the dining room my parents were already seated. My mommy sitting next to my dad as usual, my father in his business-casual armor. They looked up as I came in.“Brittany, darling,” Mom said, smiling. “You look radiant. What’s making you so happy?”I lifted a wine glass and took a sip, buying time. “Just a good day,” I said, keeping my voice light.Dad’s eyes studied me the way they always did—precise, searching. “You’ve been beaming since you got back. That’s not ‘just a good day.’”I raised my shoulders a bit and pretended to concen

Chapter 28Martin's PovMeeting Cole in person was more preferable than waiting for his texts that might never arrive. Cole had been my friend for years, he was good at finding things, investigating and conducting research but what he wasn't good at was time.I was hungry for information, eager to understand Adrian's actions and whether she truly threatened everything I had built.We set up a meeting at a dive bar in the Bronx. I arrived at a place hidden from view, where questions were unwelcome and cameras didn’t work. Cole was seated there, he placed an envelope on the table between us like he had promised. The information."Give me the information," I said as I slid into the seat opposite to him.Cole opened the envelope, brought out photos and documents and placed them on the table across the battered wooden surface."Adrian Martinez. She's currently a live-in nanny for one Darcy Rodrigo, the billionaire CEO of Rodrigo Industries. She’s been on the job for about four months now.

Chapter 30Darcy’s POVI didn’t expect last night to happen. I didn’t plan it. But the moment she looked at me that way, her eyes full of confusion and fire—I lost the little control I had left.And God, it was good.It wasn’t like the other nights I’ve had with women who only wanted to be seen beside me, who moaned my name like a trophy. No, this one was different. She felt real. Tight. I enjoyed her. Truly enjoyed her. There was an authenticity to her, a tight, sweet friction that was utterly unlike the polished, performative women of my world. She wasn’t just another body; she was a revelationShe stirred something in me I thought was long dead — a hunger deeper than desire, something I couldn’t name.But I can’t let it grow.As I lay down on the bed, staring at the lights on the ceiling as the morning sun filled the room. I can smell her scent — soft vanilla and the faint trace of last night. I turned to look at her.She’s lying in bed, covered only by a few sheets. Then her hai