《I Hired My Favorite Stripper to Be My Nanny》全部章節：第 151 章 - 第 156 章

Maya’s POVI woke to the sound of steady beeping.For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. The ceiling above me was too white, the air too cold. Then the smell of antiseptic settled into my lungs and everything rushed back in a single, crushing wave.Hospital.Gunshot.Luca.I pushed myself upright on the narrow couch in the office room. My neck ached from the awkward angle I had slept in. From the intensity of the sunlight, I guessed it was already mid afternoonI stood up immediately and went to him, he looked like he hadn’t moved.The machines were still breathing for him. His chest rose and fell in a rhythm that wasn’t entirely his own.I moved closer to the bed and touched his hand. “Good morning,” I said softly.My voice sounded steadier than I felt.“You’re missing the sunrise,” I said, glancing toward the window. “It’s quiet. You’d like it.”He didn’t stir, not even a flicker of his eyelids. I brushed my fingers over his knuckles, careful of the IV lines taped to his skin.“Yo

Maya’s POVEveryone remained in their positions for a while just staring at the stranger who called himself Damien.The kitchen still smelled of garlic and simmering tomatoes, but the warmth had shifted. It felt thinner now, strained.Damien stood there like he belonged there, like it was his right to remain in the house.I studied his face more carefully.The resemblance was subtle but undeniable. The same sharp cheekbones. The same steady, assessing gaze. But where Luca’s eyes held depth and restraint, Damien’s gleamed with something lighter. “He never mentioned you,” I said before I could stop myself.Damien’s brow arched slightly.“Oh?” he said smoothly. “That hurt me.”Nico frowned up at him.“I’ve never seen you,” Nico said bluntly.Damien’s gaze dropped to him, and his smile widened.“I travel,” he said. “Frequently.”“That doesn’t answer the question,” Tanya muttered.I shot her a brief glance, but I was thinking the same thing.“I’m going to call security,” I said quietly.D

Damien’s POVI have always been a morning person, it has become a habit.When you grow up fighting for scraps of attention in a house obsessed with legacy, you learned to wake before everyone else. To think before the noise begins. To plan before someone else did.The house was quiet when I stepped into the hallway.Luca had always preferred movements, meetings, calls, guards rotating shifts. Even in stillness, his homes carried luxury.I went down the staircase slowly, trailing my fingers along the polished railways. The craftsmanship was flawless. Imported wood. Custom design.Of course it was. Luca had always liked things done properly.The door opened into the living room, sunlight just beginning to stretch across the marble floors. The scale of the place was deliberate. Wealth that didn’t shout, but didn’t hide either.He had done well. Better than well.I walked through the rooms slowly, with my hands in my pockets, taking everything in. Art pieces mounted with careful spacing.