All Chapters of The Mafia's Nanny (SPG) : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Marimar Oquendo's Point Of View Ever felt that thrill of anticipation, so intense it coiled low in your belly, pressing urgently? It was a strange feeling, like your bladder was full yet you were doing nothing to provoke that need, just pure, unadulterated excitement thrumming through you. That’s where I was. God, I needed to pee, but the thought of moving mortified me. "Nanny, you okay?" Levi’s voice cut through my internal battle. He lounged on the adjustable sofa beside me, seemingly immune to the turbulence of my emotions. I managed a nod, hoping it looked convincing. "Yes, N-Nanny's fine!" My stomach churned, and I pressed a hand to my mouth. My breath hitched, shallow and uneven, and nausea rolled over me in waves. Why hadn’t I thought to bring a bag? Motion sickness had never been a problem before. This thing, this private jet as they called it, was doing a number on me. What was the difference be

Marimar Oquendo's Point Of View "Lalala lalala lalala." I was grinning from ear to ear, feeling like a singing Disney princess scrubbing the floors. The morning sun streamed through the windows. Pandesal was still out cold, so I decided to get a head start on cleaning. I wielded an expensive, gold-handled broom, feeling ridiculous. There was probably a state-of-the-art vacuum cleaner somewhere, but I had no idea how to operate the damn thing, so I stuck to what I knew. Here I was, still patrolling the second-floor hallway, “investigating.” I mean, sweeping! Dusting the pristine marble, searching for clues. As I swept, I took the opportunity to peek into every room and doorway I passed. Levi and I were sleeping in the first room at the top of the stairs, which meant I was heading towards the far end of the hall. And let me tell you, the walls were filled with massive picture frames, turning the hallway into some kind of bizarre,

Marimar Oquendo's Point of ViewGood Lord why did it feel like another certified lunatic and walking headache was about to bulldoze into my life?I forced a smile. “Hello, Owen Knight.” The words felt stiff, as awkward as a broken heel on marble.He chuckled, a low rumble, before settling onto the single sofa across from me. A table sat between us, and of course a man like him belonged in furniture that reeked of old money and tailored luxury.“You really are as funny as he said.” His gaze lingered on me, a hint of amusement in his eyes.I watched him, folding my arms tighter across my chest. Here it was. Exactly what I’d feared another madman, another demon I’d have to face every single day.I sighed. “Was what I said supposed to be funny? And do you even speak Tagalog?”My brow furrowed. Maybe he didn’t understand a word I’d said and was laughing at me like I was some kind of joke.“Ah, yes. Don’t worry, Mara.”My eyebrows shot up. Mara. Hardly anyone called me that was it just a co

WARNING: This chapter contains sensitive content not suitable for young readers. This is a long chapter—please proceed with caution. Marimar Oquendo's Point of View The room was cold enough to raise goosebumps on my arms, and my knees throbbed from pressing against the unforgiving marble. My muscles ached where I’d hugged myself tight, trying to ward off both the chill and the memories. My head pounded a dull rhythm from hours of relentless overthinking. Even my lips felt raw from repeating desperate prayers over and over, begging for some kind of absolution. Yes, I was doing penance. Please, Lord, forgive me. It had been an hour since I’d woken up from that hot—no, sinful dream. Our Father, who art in heaven… please forgive me. I squeezed my eyes shut, chanting every prayer I knew, adding a few ad-libs for good measure. It was the dead of night, yet here I was, kneeling against a wall like some medieval flagellant, begging for

WARNING: This chapter contains sensitive content not suitable for young or sensitive readers. Please proceed with caution. Marimar Oquendo's Point of View The cold prickled my skin, and my knees protested against the hard marble floor. My arms ached from being crossed so tightly against my chest, and a headache pulsed behind my eyes. Even my lips felt raw from the constant, silent repetition of prayers. Yes, I was still doing penance. Please, Lord, forgive me. It had been an hour since I’d woken up from that… hot no, sinful dream. Our Father, who art in heaven… please forgive me. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to focus, begging for some sign of grace. It was still hours before dawn, and here I was, kneeling like some desperate penitent, begging for forgiveness for thoughts I couldn't control. I was a good person, wasn’t I? I’d never even had a boyfriend how was I supposed to navigate these waters? Was this some kind o