Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Nanny And The Billionaire’s Heart : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Arina’s POVThe mansion felt unusually quiet that evening. It was the kind of quiet that made every breath sound too loud and every heartbeat feel too wild. The staff had finished dinner service, and most lights were dimmed, leaving a soft golden glow in the marble hallway.I stood by the grand staircase, sorting through Kael’s sketchbooks. I pretended to be busy, but my mind was elsewhere. Every time I thought I had found my balance again, Damon managed to shake it apart. His voice, his look, his presence.It had been days since that night. Days since he nearly confessed something before pulling away. But his eyes told stories his mouth refused to express.“Arina.”My name fell from his lips like a low command. I froze. Slowly, I turned, and there he was—standing at the end of the hallway, hands tucked in his pockets, his gaze fixed on me.He looked calm, but I could see the tension in his jaw and the storm brewing behind his dark eyes. He’d been avoiding me, just as I had with h

Arina’s POVThe soft tick of the clock in the hallway felt louder than usual. My palms were damp as I gripped the file Mrs. Bruce had asked me to deliver to Damon’s study. I told myself it was nothing, just a simple errand. But the thundering in my chest told another story.I shouldn’t have cared this much about seeing him. I shouldn’t have cared about anything that had to do with him. But lately, everything he did lingered inside me longer than it should—his voice, his stare, the way his fingers brushed mine that day when he handed me Kael’s notebook.I exhaled sharply. Get it together, Arina.I pushed the study door open a bit. “Sir, I just wanted to—”My voice faded away.Viva was sitting on his lap.Her laugh filled the room, smooth and dangerous. One of her hands lazily played with Damon’s tie, twirling it between her fingers as if she owned it, owned him.For a moment, I froze. My body turned numb, and the file slipped slightly from my grip.Damon glanced at me, and something

Arina’s POV Three days had passed since that morning. Three long, quiet days that felt heavier than silence itself. I tried to convince myself that I didn’t care, that it didn’t matter if he avoided my gaze at breakfast or kept his voice neutral whenever we were in the same room. Yet every time I saw him, something inside me quivered. I buried myself in my chores—making Kael’s breakfast, organizing his lessons, helping him with his painting—but Damon’s presence lingered everywhere. His cologne in the hallway air, his voice faintly echoing in the corridor when he spoke on the phone, his gaze always finding me even when I pretended not to notice. This morning, Kael woke up cheerful, asking me to read him a story before lessons. I sat on the sofa beside him, turning the pages while he leaned against me, his laughter light and innocent. That laughter saved me from my own storm. Until Viva walked in. She wore one of her perfectly pressed silk gowns, the kind that whisp

Damon’s POVThe mansion felt unusually quiet that evening, almost conspiratorial in its silence. I sensed her before I saw her—Arina moving through the hall with Kael’s toys tucked under one arm. Her posture was perfectly composed, and her face was calm. But I knew better; I always knew better.Her calm was a mask. My hands trembled slightly as she stacked the books. I saw the brief glances she tried to hide.I could no longer hold back.She paused by the window, her back to me, the golden light casting a halo around her hair. My breath caught, and without thinking, I closed the distance between us.“Arina,” I murmured, my voice low and almost a growl.She stiffened, and I felt her heart thump against her blouse. That small, rapid had spent weeks observing the subtle shifts, the tiny betrayals of her heart. I noticed how her pulse quickened when I approached, the slight tremble of her hands as she stacked the books, and the quick glances she tried to hide.“I… I can’t,” she whisper

Damon’s POVThe mansion was unusually quiet that afternoon. The staff had returned to their tasks, Kael was out with Mrs. Bruce for an errand, and for the first time in what felt like weeks, the halls were empty. My heart raced the moment I saw her—the slight tilt of her head as she carried a stack of papers, the sway of her hair in the light pouring through the tall windows.I hadn’t planned to approach her like this. But something inside me broke. The heat I had kept in check for weeks surged, uncontained. She looked so fragile, so careful, yet so impossibly… captivating.I closed the distance between us in three long strides, my hand lightly brushing her elbow as she turned toward me. She froze for a moment, a subtle gasp escaping her lips. I smiled, low and dangerous, and whispered, “Arina…”Her eyes widened, showing a flicker of caution, but I could sense her curiosity too. I felt it. The quiet pull between us had been growing, building over weeks of restraint, and now it had