All Chapters of The Nanny And The Billionaire’s Heart : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Damon’s POVI couldn’t stop thinking about her.It was silly—completely foolish, yet there I was, sitting behind my desk at ten in the morning, staring at the faint outline of her handwriting on a small note she left yesterday. “Kael’s lunch is in the warmer.” That’s all it said. But I’d read it more times than I wanted to admit.She had neat handwriting. Soft, small, slightly tilted to the right—like her.When she laughed with Kael at breakfast, something stirred inside me that I hadn’t felt in years. A strange warmth made me forget for a moment how empty the house used to feel before she arrived.Now, even silence wasn’t silent. It carried her footsteps, her voice, and the soft clink of plates as she cleaned up.I told myself it was just attraction—a passing, insignificant pull. But the truth? It ran deeper. Something uninvited, growing, and completely out of my control.When I saw her in the garden that morning, helping Kael chase butterflies, I felt a twist in my chest. The sun

Arina’s POV It started like any other morning. Kael giggled in the living room, building a tower out of blocks while I cleaned up his breakfast plate. The house was unusually bright with sunlight pouring through the tall windows. It was the kind of day that felt too peaceful to last. I should have known better. The moment I heard the clicking of high heels in the entrance, I knew peace was gone. Viva. Her presence always felt like perfume mixed with smoke. She was beautiful, but suffocating. She walked in wearing a white silk dress that screamed elegance. Her eyes scanned the living room. When they landed on me, her smile curved like a blade. “Well,” she began, dropping her purse onto the couch without asking. “Looks like you’ve made yourself quite at home, haven’t you, nanny?” Her voice had that sweetness that only made the insult sharper. I forced a polite smile. “Good morning, Ms. Viva.” Her brows rose. “You sound too comfortable saying that. Shouldn’t you b

Arina’s POVI used to think love came gently, like sunlight through curtains. But the feeling growing between Damon and me didn’t come gently at all. It slipped in through the silence, in the way he sometimes said my name too softly, and in how my heart stuttered whenever his eyes lingered a little too long.Now, it was everywhere.It was in the hallways where we passed and pretended not to look. It was in the small talk that carried too much weight. It even appeared in the quiet moments when he wasn’t near, yet I still felt him.For days, I tried to push the feeling away, telling myself it was wrong—because it was. He was my boss, engaged to another woman, and a father. But when I looked at him, I didn’t see Mr. Bruce, the powerful CEO everyone feared. I saw the man who stayed up late reading bedtime stories to his son. The man who sometimes looked lost, like someone carrying the weight of a world he didn’t ask for.Recently, that man had been looking at me too much.*************

Damon’s POV Night had settled heavily over the mansion, wrapping every hallway in a quiet that should have felt comforting, but didn’t. I had gone over the same files twice, yet I hadn’t read a single word. My mind was elsewhere—no, with someone else. Arina. Every time I thought I could push her away, she slipped right back in—the curve of her smile when Kael laughed, the way she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear when she got nervous, the faint scent of lavender that seemed to follow her everywhere. I tried to convince myself it was just admiration, that she was simply… kind and gentle. But tonight, that excuse didn’t hold. The mansion felt too still, the silence too loud, and I could feel my control starting to crack. I stepped out of my study, my footsteps echoing against the marble floor. The lights were dim—Mrs. Bruce was asleep, and so was Kael. Only one soft light glowed in the kitchen, and I didn’t have to think hard to know who was there. She stood by the

Arina’s POVThe mansion was quiet that evening, the kind of quiet that pressed softly against the walls. Dinner had gone smoothly—or so it seemed. Mrs. Bruce had complimented Kael’s manners, Viva had flashed her perfect smile, and Damon had sat there, composed as ever, saying very little.But beneath all of that, something restless hummed. I could feel it.Viva had looked at me several times during dinner. She didn’t speak to me directly, but every comment she made hinted at disdain, as if I were a shadow she wanted to erase.Mrs. Bruce noticed. I could tell, but she didn’t step in. She simply watched, her eyes wise and knowing, though her lips remained sealed.After dinner, Kael went to bed early. He held my hand and smiled sleepily before drifting off. Damon vanished into his study again, and the mansion fell into a slow, breathing silence.I stood in the hallway holding the tray I’d used to clear Kael’s dishes. I should’ve gone straight to my room. I should’ve ignored the faint