Todos os capítulos de THE BILLION-DOLLAR NANNY OF THE MAFIA KING: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!" I stammered, my voice thin and trembling with a mix of fear and lingering sleep.​"You slapped me and claimed you didn't mean it?" he sneered, stepping closer into my personal space.​"I was startled when I woke up to someone touching me," I defended myself, my eyes darting toward the door, feeling trapped.​"So bad... this will cost you your job," he said, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "You are..."​"I'm sorry sir... please give me another chance!" I interrupted, my voice breaking into a desperate plea. I thought of my rent and the crushing weight of my parents' addiction. "I swear... I would do anything. I can clean every day, please!"​"I don't think you deserve it," he replied coldly, enjoying the sight of me breaking down.​"Sir... I'm begging you," I sobbed, my hands clasped together in front of my chest.​"Well, there is this one thing I want," he murmured, his gaze traveling lecherously over me.​"Y... yes sir," I whispered, a sense of dr

I tried to scream, but the second blow caught me squarely on the temple. The room tilted, the dirty ceiling spinning until it blurred into a grey fog. As my eyes drifted shut, I saw them, my parents smiling triumphantly, discussing which drugs they'll buy next after they were paid. They had already turned back to their drugs, stepping over my limp body as if I were nothing more than a piece of trash they’d finally managed to take to the curb.If I knew this is how my life would end, like I wouldn't have bothered to work two jobs. I wouldn't have sacrificed my youth for them.I would have tried to live life to the fullest. I once thought that, after my degree, I would get a good job and send them to rehabilitation. But now, I knew that was far from impossible.The darkness was heavy.It wasn't the soft sleep of exhaustion; it was the thick, suffocating unconsciousness of trauma. When I finally dragged my eyes open, the first thing I felt wasn't pain. It was the cold that was biting in

The silence that followed the bid was heavy enough to crush everyone in the room. I stood frozen on the stage, the bright lights burning into my eyes, but I could feel the tectonic shift in the atmosphere. The lust and greed that had filled the air moments ago were instantly replaced by a suffocating fear.People began to murmur, their voices low and frantic as they craned their necks toward the back of the room. I squinted against the glare, trying to see who had just valued my life at such an impossible sum."Four billion dollars," the auctioneer stuttered, his earlier confidence evaporated. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead with a trembling hand. "Going once... going twice..."He slammed the gavel down so hard I thought the wood might splinter. "Sold! To the man in black at the back!"My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. I strained my eyes, looking past the blinding spotlights. I couldn't see his face, shrouded as he was in the shadows of the private boot

I woke up with a start, my heart hammering against my chest like a trapped animal. For a split second, my nose searched for the scent of stale cigarette smoke, burnt spoons, and the rotting smell of the trash that always piled up in the corner of my parents’ kitchen. I expected to feel the springs of my thin, lumpy mattress digging into my back and to hear the muffled sounds of my father’s raspy cough or my mother’s shrill, drug-induced laughter.But there was only silence and the scent of lavender.I opened my eyes and blinked at the ceiling. It was high, painted a soft, clean white with intricate molding around the edges. I shifted, and the fabric beneath me moved and that was when I realized that I was infact, lying on silk. The realization hit me all at once, the auction, the four billion dollars, the massive SUV, and the unforgettable handsome owner who bought me off the stage.I wasn’t in that crusty, suffocating apartment anymore and that was all I needed. At least I was saf

I was so stunned I could only nod. I followed Amy out to the car, my forehead tingling where he had kissed softly. A long, black car was waiting in the driveway and a man in a dark suit was standing by the door. He had a sour expression and didn't even look at me as he opened the door for Amy. "Hurry up," he muttered as I approached. "I’m coming," I said, trying to be polite. "I don't have all day for the nanny," Silas snapped, his voice dripping with disdain. I didn't respond, it was my first day and i didn’t want to get in trouble with anyone. I just got into the car with Amy. The drive to the school was silent. Silas drove aggressively, weaving through traffic as if he were in a race. When we pulled up to the gates of St. Jude's, I was impressed. It looked like a museum, all stone pillars and perfectly manicured lawns. I got out and walked Amy to the front gate. Other parents were there, women in designer suits and men with expensive watches. They looked at me, then at Amy, an