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The mansion was unusually quiet. The stillness felt anything but peaceful. Damon paced his study, running his hands through his hair, jaw tense, thoughts looping endlessly around one thing: Arina. He had tried to bury his feelings, focusing on work, meetings, anything to distract him. But every tick of the clock and every empty echo in the hallways reminded him of her absence. He couldn’t stop thinking about how she looked the morning she left, the soft tremble in her hands, the quiet heartbreak in her eyes. He stopped suddenly, letting out a low groan of frustration. “Why did I let her go?” he muttered, his voice thick with emotion he couldn’t hide, even from himself. Every memory of her surged through him, demanding his attention. He felt restless, unable to find comfort in anything—not the lavish rooms of his mansion, not the comforts he had built around himself. She filled his mind. ************************ Kael noticed it too. His father’s restlessness was o

Arina’s POVThe next morning arrived softly, with birds chirping outside my window. Sunlight streamed into the room, casting warm rays across the bed. I hadn’t rested much. My heart had been heavy all night, burdened by something I had kept to myself for weeks. Something Damon needed to know.He had shared so much with me the night before. He spoke of his pain, his sister’s story, and the truth about Kael. I realized I was seeing a man stripped of his strength, fragile in a way I had never imagined, and somehow, that drew me to him even more.But I couldn’t hold onto my secret any longer. It was time. I got out of bed and dressed in a simple white gown that reached my knees, letting my hair fall loosely over my shoulders. My hands shook a little as I buttoned my sleeves. I wasn’t afraid of him; I was scared of what the truth might bring.Would he be happy? Would he see me differently? Would this ruin everything we had just rebuilt?I took a deep breath and stepped into the hallwa

Viva’s POV The sound of the door slamming behind me echoed in my ears as I stormed out of the Bruce mansion. I struggled to catch my breath, my heels clicking sharply on the marble stairs. Each step felt like I was walking away from something that had fallen apart long before I realized it. The cold air outside hit my cheeks, but it didn’t cool the anger inside me. My chest rose and fell quickly as I got into my car, slammed the door, and gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. “Unbelievable,” I hissed, pressing my forehead against the wheel. “He actually did it.” For years, I had stood beside Damon through every meeting, every charity dinner, every one of his cold silences. I had built the perfect image alongside him—the woman soon to be Mrs. Bruce. And now? He had thrown all of that away for her. The nanny. I kicked the gas pedal, and the tires screeched as I sped down the long driveway. It wasn’t the loss of him that hurt; it was the humiliat

The morning began with a quiet heaviness. The mansion, once filled with Kael’s laughter and Maria’s humming, felt empty, like the calm before a storm.Arina stood by the tall glass window in her room, her hands resting gently on her belly. She wasn’t showing yet, but she could feel it—life. A small, fluttering warmth that reminded her of Damon with every heartbeat. It scared her but also comforted her.Damon had been out since dawn, and she didn’t know when he’d return. Mrs. Bruce tried to keep things normal, but the air in the mansion had changed since Viva’s last furious visit. Everyone tiptoed around the silence left in her wake.Downstairs, Maria and one of the new maids whispered in the kitchen, their voices low but urgent. “Did you see it?” the maid asked, showing something on her phone.Maria frowned. “What is that?”“Online—look! It’s everywhere. The story about Mr. Bruce and the nanny.”The image showed Arina and Damon at the charity gala months ago—his hand gently on he

Damon’s POV The mansion no longer felt like home. It felt like a battlefield, quiet, cold, and hostile. Every corner whispered betrayal, and every screen echoed Viva’s voice. The leaks were everywhere. Photos of Arina in the living room, a blurred image of her touching my arm, a cropped shot of me staring at her too long. The captions—twisted and cruel—turned everything pure into filth. “The Billionaire and His Nanny Scandal!” “Pregnant Help or Manipulative Mistress?” Each headline cut deeper than the last. I had locked myself in the study for hours, reading the comments and the lies. I could barely breathe. People I had known for years, partners and acquaintances, were calling, pretending to check in while really asking if it was true. If I had fallen for the help. Mrs. Bruce had shut herself in her room after confronting the PR team, and the staff barely looked at each other. It was as if the entire house held its breath, waiting for me to explode. But the truth?