All Chapters of Nanny Bil-aries: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Baxon's POV“I just want to know what the hell is going on, Baxon!”My twin brother's voice was a blade of ice, cutting through the opulent silence of the Cavendish Sky Tower Residence. I stopped pacing the length of the living area, rubbing the tension from the back of my neck. Julian had the paper Isabella-Amanda Quispe, I had to remind myself-had given me crumpled in his fist.“I’m just as thrilled as you are, Jule,” I muttered, my gaze sweeping over the panoramic view of the city. The lights felt cold tonight, reflecting the pit in my stomach. “It’s Víctor Salvatierra calling, not Amanda. And I already knew Mom was restless, but I thought she’d stick to the usual, you know? A weekend trip to the coast, another one of her spiritual retreats.”Julian flung the paper onto the glass coffee table with a sharp exhale that was almost a hiss. "This isn't restless, Baxon. This is an orchestrated vanishing act. 'A long vacation with some guy named Jean Pierre Valdez'?" He repeated the name

Kathy's POVThe gasp was torn from my throat, raw and involuntary. It wasn't just the sheer audacity of the man—Basil Cavendish—it was the chemical reaction he provoked. Every nerve ending in my body felt suddenly stripped bare, exposed to the charged atmosphere of his royal suite. The moment he stripped, making himself as vulnerable, as exposed, as he demanded I be, the balance shifted again. This wasn't just about my compliance; it was about his own profound lack of control around me.His kiss-when it finally came-was a revelation: possessive and consuming, nothing like the soft teasing mouth that had just been on my skin. His tongue was a demand, his hands anchoring me, lifting me, and finally dropping me onto the decadent expanse of his king-sized bed.The world narrowed down to the feel of his weight, the scent of expensive cologne mixed with something earthy and purely masculine, the agonizing skill of his mouth and hands. He was right; he was highly trained. Every stroke, every

Baxon's POV“You got a minute, Liam?” I muttered into my phone as Tifania and I stepped back into the elevator. The ride down from the Cavendish Sky Tower Residence had been typical—Tifania chattering about St. Aurelia Academy and me pretending to listen while running logistics in my head. The ride back up was completely silent. She was focused on her triple scoop of dulce de leche ice cream, and I was focused on the unsettling tension I’d left behind.The bro-code I shared with Basil was less about shared loyalty and more about carefully managed distance. We ran the business together, we defended Tifania together-but we kept our romantic and emotional lives strictly separate. It was the only way two identical, ambitious men could coexist without trying to murder one another.“Yeah, Mr. Cavendish. Just finished the perimeter sweep,” replied Liam Calderón, one of our main security guards."I need you to pull the file on Kathy Montalvo. Full, comprehensive deep dive. Everything. College

Basil's POVThe fluorescent hum of the Cavendish Sky Tower Residence kitchen seemed unusually loud. I closed out the financial trades-all algorithms and data streams-and finally allowed myself to inhale. The air was thick, heavy with the unmistakable metallic tang of sweat and spent lust. It was the scent of a primal transaction.I stepped through the door, moving to the island made of stainless steel. I sat down, and a few seconds later, Baxon walked in. He looked rumpled, energized, and utterly self-satisfied-just the way I'd known he would.“I see you have had time to bond with Kathy,” I said, keeping my tone dry.Instinctively, Baxon smoothed his disheveled hair and adjusted the collar of his shirt. "What makes you say that?"“Look at yourself. Do I really have to explain it?”“Right. Um. Yeah.” He sat down beside me, setting a small, disc-shaped tin down on the marble counter with a clatter.I reached for it, recognizing the Montalvo name on the prescription label beneath the bra

Which was strange since I knew I was going to love the fate I was walking into. It was only like walking to the gallows if the hangman fucked you into the best orgasm of your life instead of executing you.I closed the little girl's door, hoping I wouldn't wake her with what was inevitably due to happen.I dragged my lead-like feet out of the room. There they were, seated in the living room: Julian in that pompous armchair of his, unreadable as ever, and Basil sprawled over a fancy sofa, well concealing his vulnerability with a smirk. God, the way they were looking at me, their eyes so full of longing, but something else was there too: possession."Well, the kids are in bed now, Kathy," Julian said, his smile sick and twisted, yet captivating."Yeah, she sleeps well," I said, desperate to keep it innocent."Now it's time for the adults to play," Basil piped up, standing from the couch, his eyes ablaze.I swallowed."What's the matter Kathy?" Basil pressed, closing the distance. "You d