All Chapters of The Nanny And The Billionaire’s Heart : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Arina’s POVThe air in the mansion felt different that morning, warmer and lighter, almost like the walls had decided to breathe again. After everything that had happened, after all the tears, silence, and distance, I was finally home again.Home. The word still felt foreign, yet peaceful on my tongue. But I haven't seen Damon around.The marble floors gleamed beneath my feet as I walked slowly through the hallways I once knew so well. The scent of polished wood and faint traces of roses filled the air; Mrs. Bruce’s favorite. Somewhere in the distance, I could hear Kael’s small voice humming to himself. That sound alone could have melted me.For days, he had refused to eat, sleep, or even talk. But now, he seemed alive again.I didn’t realize I was smiling until I felt a tiny pair of arms wrap around my legs.“Mommy,” Kael said softly, his voice trembling with something between relief and joy.I froze. My heart skipped a beat. Did I just hear that right?“W–what did you call me?” I

Arina’s POVMorning sunlight streamed through the large glass windows of the Bruce mansion, bathing every polished corner in a warm glow. I was on my knees in the living room, carefully tying Kael’s shoelace.“Hold still, sweetheart,” I said gently, smiling at him. “If you move again, it’ll come loose.”Kael giggled and swung his leg. “You’re too slow, Mommy.”The word “Mommy” still gave me a warm feeling inside. It had been a week since Mrs. Bruce brought me back, and Damon had been nothing but gentle, protective, and quiet. Almost too quiet. There were moments when our eyes met, and I felt the weight of everything unspoken between us—the pain, the forgiveness, and the love that lingered.I pulled the last loop of Kael’s shoelace tight and brushed a hand through his soft hair. “There. Perfect.”He smiled and hugged me tightly. My heart melted as I embraced him, feeling that familiar flutter in my chest—part love, part fear, and part longing.But peace, as I’d come to understand, ra

Arina’s POVThe mansion had settled into a quiet routine, but it was the kind of quiet that never felt truly peaceful. It was the silence that followed a storm, with heavy clouds lingering, waiting for another downpour.Days had passed since Viva’s outburst. The memory still echoed in my mind: her voice reverberating through the halls, Kael’s frightened cry, and Damon’s firm hold as he restrained her. I tried to push it aside, but every part of the house reminded me of that chaos.Even the air felt different. It lacked the lightness it once had when Kael laughed or when Damon joked about my cooking or my organization of his study.Kael had returned to school, and Mrs. Bruce had gone to the family’s countryside villa to “get some air,” as she said. That left Damon and me alone most of the time.Alone, but not really together.He had been distant lately, not cold, just preoccupied. Sometimes, I would find him in his office, staring out the window with his tie loosened and his phone

The mansion that once felt peaceful had become a whirlwind of whispers, phone calls, and panic. Everyone, including the staff, security, and even Maria, couldn’t take their eyes off their phones.The second file had just gone viral.Viva had done it again.Damon stood in his office, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His phone buzzed constantly with notifications—articles, gossip blogs, and nasty headlines. “The Nanny and the Billionaire Scandal Continues.” “Pregnant House Help or Hidden Mistress?” He shut his eyes and inhaled deeply, but the anger inside him kept boiling.“Sir, everyone’s talking about it.” Maria’s voice shook as she entered. “It’s everywhere. Even Kael’s school group is posting about it—”“Enough,” Damon snapped, then exhaled and rubbed his temples. “Where’s Arina?”“In her room, sir. She hasn’t come out since morning.”He nodded silently, feeling his heart squeeze. Arina had been strong during the first leak—when Viva posted their ph

Arina’s POVThe house smelled faintly of smoke and old wood when I pushed the door open. It should have felt like home. But tonight, even the air felt thick, like it was holding its breath with me.My father sat in his usual spot by the window. His reading glasses rested low on his nose, and the television flickered silently in the corner. This time, he didn’t even pretend to notice me.The newspaper rustled. “Dad…” my voice trembled.He turned a page slowly, deliberately ignoring me.“Dad, I—”He dropped the paper onto the table and headed to his room without a word. The silence that followed was louder than any scolding.For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My heart felt like it was collapsing. All I wanted was to go upstairs, hide under the covers, and disappear. But before I could move, a soft voice came from behind me.“Arina?”I turned to see Ayla standing by the kitchen doorway, her hair messy from studying, her eyes red—not from crying, but from reading too much.“You’re bac