All Chapters of The Nanny And The Billionaire’s Heart : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter 74: The Night of ReckoningThe night was unusually still. Every small sound felt louder and sharper. Arina stirred in her sleep, letting out a low groan as voices broke the silence of her home. At first, she thought it was her imagination, a trick of the wind pushing against the windows. But the murmurs continued, steady and deliberate, unmistakably human.Her eyes fluttered open. The dim moonlight spilling through the curtains revealed her familiar room, but it was the voices that caught her attention, sending unease rippling through her chest. Carefully, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, her bare feet touching the cold wooden floor. Her heart thumped nervously, making her wonder whether to approach or retreat.The voices became clearer as she moved into the living room. One was Damon’s, deep and controlled but tinged with an emotion she couldn't quite place—urgency, perhaps, or desperation. The other, softer yet authoritative, belonged to Mrs. Bruce, calmly

The evening air was calm, almost misleading in its stillness, as Damon Bruce adjusted the microphone for the live broadcast. Cameras were ready, the staff was quiet, and the world was about to see a side of Damon Bruce rarely shown—fierce, direct, and deeply personal. Mrs. Bruce stood slightly behind him, poised, knowing how far he planned to go tonight.Damon’s mind raced through every detail: the leaks, the false rumors, the two staff members who had betrayed him by leaking information to Viva, and the vicious campaign against Arina. He had waited, gathering evidence and preparing for this very moment. Tonight, he will set the record straight. Tonight, the world will learn the truth.At Arina’s home, she had just settled down on the sofa after a restless day. The events at the mansion, the lies, and the public humiliation had weighed heavily on her, but she also didn’t expect what would unfold on screen. Her father, sitting across from her with a furrowed brow, scrolled through

Arina’s POVThe drive back to the mansion was quiet. The hum of the car engine mixed with my racing thoughts. I had endured many storms, survived whispers, lies, and schemes. Now, as I neared the grand gates, I felt a strange flutter of anticipation in my chest. Kael was at school today, which made the return easier for him, though I knew he would be eager to see me.Ayla sat beside me, her hand warm on mine. She gave me the courage I hadn’t realized I needed. “He’s waiting for you,” she said softly, her eyes shining with excitement and pride. “Everyone’s been waiting.”My father stayed silent, a stern figure at the wheel. Still, I sensed a flicker of approval in his eyes. His hand brushed against mine once, almost imperceptibly, but it reminded me that his anger had eased, even if he didn’t say anything.When the car finally turned into the driveway, the mansion buzzed with energy. Damon had instructed the staff to prepare the house for what felt like a celebration. Warm light

Arina’s POVThe morning light filled Damon’s private room, casting soft rays on the polished floors and the curtains. For the first time in weeks, I woke without feeling anxious. The previous night had been chaotic and full of longing, but now, lying beside Damon, I felt a peaceful calm.Kael’s little footsteps echoed faintly from the living room as he started his morning routine. Even at this hour, his energy was boundless. A small smile appeared on my lips as I imagined him bouncing into the room soon, eager to pull us into another round of games.I got up carefully, wanting to maintain the morning's tranquility. Damon was still asleep, his arm draped over the bed, a gentle reminder of our shared intimacy. I tucked the blanket around me, feeling my cheeks warm at the memory of last night. His presence was overwhelming, not just in desire, but in the depth of his care and protection.As I entered the adjoining sitting area, I found Kael at the table, carefully arranging his toys

Arina’s POVThe mansion buzzed with activity that morning. Stylists, dressers, and assistants moved around with focused energy. Yet, amid the chaos, I felt calm because Damon was there, and I could hear Kael’s laughter in the corner.“Arina, let me take care of your wardrobe today,” Damon said gently, his hands already folding delicate fabrics. He worked with precision and care, as if each piece of clothing was a precious treasure.I smiled as I watched him. “You’re spoiling me,” I whispered, but there was no disapproval in my tone. I appreciated his tenderness, the way he cared about the smallest details.Kael tugged at my sleeve, holding a small pair of shoes. “Mommy, help me!” he exclaimed, his eyes wide with excitement. I laughed, took the shoes from him, and knelt beside him. “Let’s see if these fit perfectly,” I said, slipping them onto his tiny feet. He wiggled his toes and giggled, and warmth filled my heart.Damon’s POVI moved around the room, folding gowns, arranging ac