All Chapters of I Hired My Favorite Stripper to Be My Nanny: Chapter 121 - Chapter 125

Maya’s POVThe room felt too bright. Too open. Like there was nowhere left to hide.Luca was at my side in seconds.“Maya?” His hand came to my arm, firm, grounding. “What’s wrong?”My heart was slamming so hard I could hear it in my ears. The sound drowned everything else, the rustle of papers, Rod’s low voice cutting off mid-sentence, the faint hum of the air conditioning. I tried to speak, but my tongue felt thick, useless.“It’s nothing,” I lied automatically, the word tumbling out too fast, too sharp. “I just—”My phone.He bent to pick it up before I could react.“No—!” I lunged forward, my fingers grazing his wrist, but I was too late. The screen lit up in his hand, a frozen frame of my past glaring back at us both.Time slowed.I watched his eyes scan the screen, the lines between his brows deepening. Confusion flickered there first genuinely, almost boyish confusion like he was looking at a puzzle that refused to make sense.“Maya,” he said slowly. “What is this?”I couldn’t

Luca’s POVThe cameras came at me in a rush.Flashes burst in my face the moment I stepped out of the car, voices overlapping, questions shouted without pause. My name echoed through the air, distorted by accusation and hunger.“Mr. Alfredo, did you know who she was?”“Is it true you were involved with her?”“Do you condone her past?”I kept my face impassive, my shoulders squared and my eyes forward. Rod walked half a step ahead of me, his body angled protectively, but even he couldn’t fully block the chaos. Microphones shoved toward my chest. A hand brushed my sleeve. Someone tripped over another person’s foot and cursed loudly.I hated this part, the circus, the way people reduced lives to headlines and scandals.By the time I made it back into the car, my jaw ached from how tightly I’d been clenching it.“Route change,” Rod said immediately, already on the phone. “They’re gathering at the main gate too.”I stared out the window as the car pulled away, the noise fading but not disa

Nico’s POVThe TV was loud, but it didn't sound like anything.Colors flashed across the screen, cartoons yelling, music bursting, laughter canned and fake but it all washed over me without sticking. I sat on the edge of the couch with my legs tucked under me and my eyes fixed forward, breathing shallowly, like if I breathe too deeply, someone might notice something is wrong.Dad stood behind me.I could feel him there without looking. He always smelled the same coffee and something sharp, like aftershave. His shadow stretched over the carpet, long and unmoving.“Nico,” he said.I didn’t answer.He waited a few seconds, like he was hoping I’ll turn around if he gave me time. When I didn’t, he sighed. The sound was tired, rough around the edges, like he hadn’t slept properly in a while.“You’ve been quiet all morning,” he tried again. “Do you want to go out later? We can—”“I’m watching TV,” I muttered, with my eyes glued to the screen.The words felt heavy in my mouth, like I had to p