All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Ex-Convict Nanny: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter 101Martin's PovThe house was too quiet today. No loud music or anything, maybe Amelia has started to understand what privacy and staying on a low means.For hours I looked at my phone, waiting for a call. News. Anything.The only updates came from the TV.RODRIGO NANNY FOUND ALIVE AFTER KIDNAPPINGThe headline flashed over and over. Police cars, ambulances, officers moving quickly outside a warehouse. A stretcher being loaded.Adrian. She had been found. Alive.Anxiety ran through when I saw the news. Then, Brittany called me, telling me to run. Run with Amelia to another city. But I won't. At least, not yet. Running meant admitting defeat. Giving up everything I had left.I sipped whiskey from its bottle, not minding the burns in my chest. I dropped it down at the nearest table, thinking... Half-empty. I had been drinking since noon when I got back, trying to kill my fears.Adrian was alive. That meant she could talk. She could tell the police everything she remembered.But

Chapter 103 Adrian's PovThe condo was incredible.No-"incredible" wasn't enough for that house. It was so beautiful. I loved it when I saw it on his phone.It looked like the place we normally see in movies and advertised on the magazines and billboards. I couldn't believe I owned it. I was hoping to save up and get myself a house, little did I know that Darcy would do that for me all because of the little help I rendered.Darcy had insisted on showing it to me today. Yes, I was tired. Still feeling pain from my wounds but I followed him. I still couldn't believe everything that was happening. I am a car owner, now owning a condo too. This was huge.He'd helped me sit in the passenger seat of my new car and he drove downtown to a sleek high-rise building with a doorman and marble floors."You didn't have to do this Darcy," I said for probably the hundredth time as the elevator climbed."I know," he said, holding my hand. "I wanted to."The doors opened directly showing off the swee

Chapter 105Adrian’s PovThe kidnapping incident happened two weeks ago. Two weeks of healing. The bruises had faded to pale yellow. The cuts on my back were healing faster and the nightmares were shorter and lesser now. Life felt calm and safe.Darcy, Pink, and I had a routine—busy mornings with laughter and pancakes. Some days I stayed at the condo he gave me. To read and think out loud. Other days we were at the penthouse. Sometimes Darcy brought work home; he’d show me documents and ask my opinion. Evenings were family time—dinner, a story, then quiet when Pink finally slept.And nights. Nights were full of him. Darcy held me close, his lips brushing my shoulder.“Good morning,” he whispered.“Morning,” I whispered.His hand slid down, warm and familiar—then a small voice stopped us.“Daddy? Ms. Adrian?”We both froze. Darcy pulled away from me. I could hear him speak with frustration. “Just a minute, sweetheart!” he called.I laughed quietly and slipped out of bed, pulling on cl

Chapter 107Brittany's POVSunlight filled the room through unfamiliar curtains. I blinked my tired eyes, exhausted from last night sex I had with Thomas. In Thomas's apartment that was the only thing I did, wake up, eat and have sex. I’d been hiding here over two week, trying to stay, recover from everything happening around me, especially my father disowning me.I touched his side to see if he was lying beside me. He has left the bed. Today seemed different. Thomas was not in bed trying to make out with me. I looked at his side and it was empty. Where has he gone? What took him out of bed without fucking me must be serious.Cold. I stretched my hands, yarning. Then I looked at the clock:10:07AM. I was shocked. For some days now,I've been waking up late but today was far too late. I feel constantly tired lately.Maybe it was because of the constant tiredness I feel lately."Oh, Thomas was in the bathroom." I said, when I heard the water still running in the bathroom. Then Thomas came

Chapter 109Brittany's PovHours after Martin left Thomas' apartment, I was worried about how today would end because I'd sent him on a mission to take Marcus' life being the only way we would survive his wrath. Then around seven in the evening. A breaking news alert lit up my phone notification.BREAKING: Prominent Businessman Marcus Ton Shot Outside CourthouseMy chest tightened. My heart started racing. Wanting to be certain, I took the TV remote and flicked through channels, searching for news channels where such news could pop up, until I found the coverage.There he was.Marcus Ton lay dead on the courthouse steps, the police tape around him, paramedics working desperately over his blood-soaked suit. They were trying to revive him at least. But they couldn't help him. He's gone. His bodyguards stood there shocked. Frozen. Helpless.The reporter’s voice droned on, explaining that Marcus Ton had just finished the divorce proceedings in court with his wife when someone opened fire