All Chapters of The Nanny And The Billionaire’s Heart : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Damon’s POVThe mansion was large, each corridor and room well-kept. Despite my time here, most of it was familiar only to me and the staff. Arina, though skilled and attentive, didn’t yet know every corner or passageway that could offer a private retreat. I planned to change that, carefully and thoughtfully.I watched her glide down the hallway, her fingers lightly tracing the polished banister. Her eyes scanned the grand architecture, as if mentally noting every detail. The way she tilted her head and the faint curve of her lips as she spotted a small detail made my chest tighten. I could no longer hold back.“Arina,” I called softly, approaching her from behind. She jumped slightly and turned to face me, the dim lamplight casting a warm glow over her features. “I want to show you something.”Her brows furrowed in curiosity as she took a cautious step closer. “Something…?” she echoed, her voice low and hesitant.I smiled gently, trying to manage my own excitement. “A place… a

Arina’s POVThe mansion felt unusually quiet that afternoon. Kael was playing in the drawing room, lost in his toys and laughter, while the rain outside tapped softly against the windows. I had just finished picking up some of the scattered books when I heard Maria’s voice echo faintly down the hallway.“…he isn’t his biological son, you know. But Damon never wants anyone to speak of it,” she said quietly, but her tone held a weight that made me freeze.My heart skipped a beat. Not his biological son? Kael? I had always wondered where Damon’s wife—Kael’s mother have been. I assumed she was deceased, though I wanted to ask him someday. My fingers tightened around the cloth in my hand, and an unfamiliar mix of worry and curiosity washed over me. How had I been so blind? All the warmth and kindness Damon showed Kael—it hadn’t registered that there might be hidden truths. Now her words echoed uncomfortably in my mind.I needed to know. I had to know. I couldn’t keep pretending that lif

Damon’s POVThe moment she pressed against me in the dimly lit hidden room, I felt every thought and every restraint I had built up over weeks surge inside me. Her closeness, the warmth of her skin beneath my hands, and the subtle shiver she couldn’t hide—everything made the rest of the world disappear.I stayed silent. Words felt unnecessary; the tension in the silence demanded release. Yet, I needed her to understand what this night meant—not just stolen moments and hidden kisses, but the strong connection that pulled us together.“Arina,” I murmured, my lips brushing her hair as I held her close. “Being with you like this...” My voice faltered, thick with feelings I could no longer control. I sensed her trembling under my hands, the fast rise and fall of her chest, the gentle press of her body seeking more than warmth. I wanted her to know, even without saying it, how much I desired her. Each stolen glance, each brush of her hand, and every secret touch had led us to this mome

Damon’s POVI was walking down the hall when I saw them in the living room. Arina moved toward Kael to adjust his little jacket, and the sunlight caught her hair just right.My chest tightened with a mix of possessiveness and amusement. Kael looked up at me, focused only on his toys. I called out, “Kael, go on ahead to your room for a bit, okay?”He paused and blinked. I added gently but firmly, “Excuse us, son. Give us a moment.”Kael shrugged but obeyed, darting off to his room without complaint. That left me alone with Arina. I took a moment to look her over. She shifted her weight, trying to hide her sore legs. Her small movements showed the exhaustion she was trying to mask.I stepped closer and traced the graceful line of her legs with my eyes. “Hmm,” I teased, letting the word linger. “Looks like someone’s legs are a bit sore this morning. Last night really wore you out, didn’t it?”Her eyes widened, and she flushed, trying to hide her embarrassment. “Damon! That’s—” she st

Arina’s POVThe morning after the incident in the secret art room, the mansion felt more oppressive than ever. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, but it didn’t warm the chill that settled over the halls. Kael had already left for school, leaving me alone in the vast space. For the first time, I felt the weight of solitude—not the comforting kind, but one that gnawed at my chest, making each step echo with uncertainty.I had hoped, perhaps foolishly, that Damon would forgive me. I thought he might be a bit softer, more approachable. But as I wandered through the corridors with a tray of tea for the usual sitting area, I realized my hope was misplaced.He was avoiding me.Not in a blatant way like a child hiding from punishment, but subtly and deliberately. In the dining hall, he lingered at the far end, pouring over papers, barely glancing my way. In the library, he sat in a chair opposite the shelves I wanted to explore, pretending to be absorbed in documents. Each encou