All Chapters of The Nanny And The Billionaire’s Heart : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Damon’s POVI leaned against the grand staircase, staring at the spot where Arina had just been, now empty, leaving only the echo of her hurried footsteps. My chest tightened, a strange mix of anger, helplessness, and… something far more dangerous coursing through me.Mrs. Bruce’s voice broke through the silence. Calm, precise, but with an unmistakable weight.“Damon, I am ashamed.” She sounded disappointed, almost cold. “Shameful. You’ve allowed this to happen under your own roof. You’ve let her… her presence disrupts the order, and for what? You are meant to marry Viva soon. She is your fiancée. This… this cannot continue.”The words struck me harder than any anger from Arina or the scorn from Viva. My fiancée. The words themselves felt like a chain tightening around my chest. Viva. The woman I was supposed to wed. And yet, my mind refused to focus on her, refused to acknowledge her claim over me. My thoughts were tangled around Arina. Her lips. Her scent. I feel of her trembling

Arina’s POVThe evening air was soft, carrying the faint scent of rain from the garden outside. I sat at the small wooden table in my modest living room, a cup of lukewarm tea in my hands. The house was peaceful and quiet, far away from the grandeur and chaos of the Bruce Estate. Here, there was calm. Here, I could breathe.Yet, no matter how tranquil my surroundings, my thoughts wouldn’t settle. Kael’s face flashed in my mind first—those small, bright eyes that followed me everywhere, the way he clung to me when he was happy, scared, or just needed someone to listen. Then, Damon’s presence invaded my mind, unbidden and relentless. I recalled the strictness in his voice, the intensity in his gaze, the moments he had been unusually soft and careful, even when I least expected it.I took a sip of my tea, hoping the warmth would soothe me, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside. I had left the mansion. I had regained control over my life. I had fulfilled my purpose of settling m

Arina’s POVThe house was quiet, too quiet. It felt like the silence pressed in from every corner, amplifying each tick of the clock, every faint creak of the wooden floors, and every whisper of wind against the windows. I sat on the edge of the sofa in the living room, a blanket wrapped around my shoulders, staring at the floor as if it held the answers to questions I didn’t dare ask.It had been several days since I left the Bruce Estate, but it felt like years. Every hour dragged on, filled with memories that refused to fade. The empty walls, the neatly arranged furniture, and the familiar objects of my home offered little comfort. My mind was elsewhere, and my heart was tied to a place I couldn’t be.I thought of Kael first. My little boy, with his bright eyes and endless energy, looked at me just before I left. The sadness on his face when he realized I was gone haunted me. I could still picture him sitting silently at the dining table, poking at his breakfast, refusing to sp

Arina’s POV The sun was setting, casting a warm golden light across my small living room. The walls, decorated with family photos, felt especially tight today, as if echoing the chaos in my chest. I sat stiffly on the edge of the sofa, arms crossed, jaw clenched, and eyes glued to the floor as if it held answers to questions I was too scared to voice.Anger simmered inside me, bubbling just below the surface, ready to overflow with each memory I forced myself to recall. Damon. Just hearing that name made my chest tighten and my stomach churn. He hadn’t bothered to reach out to me. No calls, no messages, not even a hint that he noticed I was gone. Had he really forgotten me? Or, had he just used me? That thought was toxic, sharp, and bitter, crawling through my veins and tensing every muscle in my body.My heart pounded, erratic and unsteady, refusing to calm down. My mind replayed the last few weeks at the mansion, every stolen glance, every subtle interaction, and every moment

Arina’s POV The morning sun filtered through the curtains, but its warmth did little to ease the turmoil inside me. I sat at the small kitchen table, my hands wrapped tightly around a cup of tea that had long gone cold. Each sip tasted bland, the liquid barely touching my lips as my mind replayed the past few weeks in exhausting detail.How had everything gone so wrong, so fast? From my first day in the mansion, through every tense moment with Damon, every stolen glance, every secret touch, to this. This life quietly growing inside me, this change that would define everything from now on.My father’s presence in the house was both comforting and heavy. He moved quietly, making breakfast with a focus that suggested he sensed something was wrong but didn’t understand yet. I had been avoiding him, scared of the questions and the disappointment I feared would follow.But I could not hide it anymore. Not the exhaustion, not the nausea, not the truth that consumed me.“Dad,” I said so