Alle Kapitel von The Billionaire’s Ex-Convict Nanny: Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 80

Chapter 71Adrian's PovI couldn't make sense out of it.Darcy didn't trust me. He actually believed I was the one that put the drugs in Pink's purse to get it to his home and put little Pink in danger. All because I was an ex-convict before he hired me. And also because I'd spent three years in prison because I was accused of drug trafficking.It didn't matter that I was innocent as I've claimed. It didn't matter that I'd spent every day of my life ever since I got out of prison the last three years till now, trying so hard to rebuild my life and prove that I wasn't the person on paper. To Darcy, I was just a criminal.I stood in the shower to cool my head a little bit and think how I'd meet Darcy and explain everything to him . Then, I sat there crying.My throat hurts. Dried and I felt thirty. My heart hurts too.Then, I stopped the water from running with my shaking hands. The floor was very cold, and my skin looked white. Empty. I feel empty.I have felt like this before. When m

Chapter 73Darcy's PovAnger settled in my chest when Dr. Vee checked Adrian. He had confirmed that she had severe high fever and constant dehydration. what I already feared: Also stressed up."She's nearly 39.9," he said quietly. "Her body's been through too much stress. We need to rehydrate her and lower the fever immediately.""Will she be okay?" My voice shook."If we start giving her some drips now, she should improve in a few hours," he replied, setting up an IV. "If not, we'll go to the hospital. For now, keep her comfortable and check her temperature often. Call me if anything changes."Since I was a teenager Dr Vee had always been my family doctor. It's been going for twenty years now. He is someone I trusted without questioning his works. I watched him work and felt a heavy guilt in my heart and that wouldn't leave me. I'd accused Adrian for planting drugs in my daughter's purse, and shouted at her and also th

Chapter 75 Brittany's Pov The accident was bad. Really bad. The kind that should have killed me. But I survived. My shoulder was bruised, my skin cut, and I felt this burning scratch on my shoulder where a bullet had passed. It hurt like hell but I was alive. Luis wasn't so lucky. He was shot in the side while trying to protect me. He fired back at whoever that had attacked us, we talked briefly when it was all over but I collapsed before we got to the hospital. So I didn't know what happened next although I knew he would survive, but it would take time. Our driver didn't make it. He died instantly. Two photographers, who had been following us in another car hoping for scandalous pictures of me and Darcy, also died in the crash. Two others were barely alive, fighting for their lives in critical condition down the hall. And me? I was here on the hospital bed, in the hospital blue gown with plaster on my shoulder. Wires connected to my body. Drips and IV were going through m

Chapter 77Martin's PovThe morning sun filled the hotel room making everywhere glow with yellow lights. The sunlight warmed the bed where Amelia and I lay next to each other. She breathed slowly and evenly. Her arm was still on my chest. For some weeks now it felt quiet not being with her. We are not the best couple but I felt lonely with Amelia. This didn't change anything.We had made up last night. Not a small patch-up, like really fixed things. After weeks of fighting and lies, we finally said everything out loud. I told her about the plan to frame Adrian. I told her about working with Brittany. I told her about the drugs I'd put at the gala.I thought she would leave. I thought she would hate me and walk out. Instead, she stayed. Not only that, she joined me. She said we were in this together now. If anything hit the fan, we would go down together. As a team. As husband and wife.We sealed that promise the way we always knew better. It was fast and hot. It was a sex. Whenever w

Chapter 79Darcy povAt my study room, I went for a glass of whiskey in the bar. When I sipped the drink, I decided to make that call. I thought about what Mark sent me, I stared at the messages on my screen. Commissioner James Donnelly is corrupt. I had all the proof to destroy him but then I need answers first. Then I decided to call him. In the middle of midnight I didn't even care at all. I dialed his number. The phone rang. Once, twice, thrice...He didn't answer....I tried again. Nothing."Keep sleeping, Commissioner," I muttered. "When I'm done, you won't sleep again."I dropped my phone on the desk and headed back to Adrian's room-to finish what we started.I needed her desperately.Then I knocked but she didn't open. She didn't open up, I tried the handle of the room but it was locked. That means she had already slept off. I checked my time, noticing I spent like one hour in my study room. Of course it's midnight already. I sighed, angry at not speaking to the commissioner