I Hired My Favorite Stripper to Be My Nanny のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Maya’s POVCold hit my face.It was sharp and sudden.I gasped, choking as water splashed again, soaking my hair, my neck, the thin fabric clinging to my skin. My wrists jerked instinctively, but the restraints bit into me, reminding me where I am.“Wake her up properly.”Rico’s voice echoed lightly.I opened my eyes.The light burned. My vision swam before shapes began to sharpen, dark walls, harsh overhead lamps, the smell of perfume mixed with metal and something sour. My head pounded like it was being split open.I tried to sit up, but hands shoved me back down.“Easy,” someone said, falsely gentle.I turned my head and saw them.Women, there were three of them.They didn’t look like me. Their faces were painted carefully, their eyes lined dark and sharp, their lips glossy. Their clothes were neat, professional, like this was just another job. Like I was just another job.My stomach twisted.“What’s happening?” My voice came out hoarse, barely a sound.Rico stepped into my line of

Luca’s POVThe chair felt deliberately uncomfortable, like it was designed to remind me that I didn’t belong here.I sat anyway.The room was dim, washed in red light that bled into the shadows. Smoked coils lazily toward the ceiling, thick enough to sting my eyes. Carlo lounged across from me like a king on a throne, one ankle resting over his knee, fingers drumming against the armrest. Rico stood to his right, quieter, watching.Rod remained standing beside me, shoulders squared, jaw tight.Carlo grinned. “Relax. You look like you’re attending a funeral.”I didn’t respond.A man stepped forward with a silver tray and glasses already filled, amber liquid catching the light. Another lit a cigar and offered it to me.“No,” I said flatly.Rod mirrored me. “We’re good.”Carlo clicked his tongue. “That’s rude.”“I’m not here to socialize,” I replied. My voice was steady, but every muscle in my body was wound tight. “Let’s not waste time.”Rico chuckled under his breath. “Straight to busin

Luca’s POVThe bruise on my jaw was turning yellow.That sickly, fading shade that meant it was healing whether I wanted it to or not. It was faint enough that no one mentioned it outright, but I caught people glancing; eyes were flicking, pausing for half a second too long before moving on like they hadn’t noticed anything at all. I didn’t bother covering it. Didn’t bother shaving properly either. The stubble along my jaw only made it stand out more, but I told myself I didn’t care.Nothing mattered the way it used to.The conference room was cold, all glass and steel and money. Floor to ceiling windows let sunlight spill in, bright bouncing off polished surfaces until the whole place felt too exposed. Reflections stared back at me from every angle, versions of myself fractured in glass and chrome. My hollow eyes, clenched jaw, my shoulders drawn tight like I was bracing for a hit that never came.Someone was talking.Slides changed on the screen. Charts, projections, numbers rising

Luca’s POVThe courtroom didn't return immediately. I walked up to Rod, who moved his face the other way after noticing me coming.“I didn’t know you would be coming,” “Let's just pray nothing comes up unexpectedly” he replied casually”I opened my mouth to respond when someone cleared their throat beside me. I glance to the direction to see Carlo stop just beside us with a smirk on his face.“So you really think you can have Maya back? Well the judge's rule does not matter today. You wouldn’t get to see Maya again.”“And what do you mean by that?” I asked. His lips curved into a fake smile, then he turned around and back to his seat, I moved to follow him when I felt a hand grab my arm. I turned around to see Rod shaking his head in disapproval. “Just let him be”After a while the court convened again. Everyone rose to their feet as the Judge came in.Whispers rippled across the benches as the judge flipped through the documents Rod submitted, one page at a time. The silence was

Maya’s POVA sharp deliberate sound penetrated through the door. The knock came at once sharply.I don't flinch anymore when it happens because I have gotten accustomed to it. The door opened without waiting for permission and Carlo stopped inside.His face didn't carry a smile, and I knew something had shifted. The room feels smaller with him in it. The air tightened. Even the faint hum of music through the walls seemed to lower in volume, like the building itself was holding its breath.“This is your last chance,” he said.He didn’t raise his voice but of course he didn’t need to. I sat still on the edge of the narrow bed, with my hands folded in my lap.“I don’t understand,” I replied quietly.His eyes flashed. “Don’t insult me.”He stepped closer, stopping just short of touching distance to me. His cologne was too strong, sweet and suffocating.“You dance tonight,” he continued, “and you dance well.”My throat tightened. “For who?”“A guest.”“That doesn’t narrow it down.”His ja