All Chapters of The Billionaire's Sweet Nanny : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

LiamI spent the night reviewing some charts. I like to leave everything in order, with no pending issues. The last glass of wine and I had also finished my work for today. I put on a t-shirt and called Kyra, I missed my daughter.She answered on the second ring, always so precise. Her voice so sweet, made me aroused without effort. And the best was yet to come:"Mr. Blackthorne, good evening." — She spoke like a whore. As if she was testing me, until I lose my self-control."Good evening, Kyra. How are things over there? How is Julie?""She’s sleeping." — There was silence between us, for a few seconds she seemed not to be there. "I want to apologize for what happened today. I should have paid more attention.""It wasn’t your fault. They let her pass through the gates, even knowing the rules…"I want to punish her, but she doesn’t give me obvious reasons, and I am running out of patience. She does everything perfectly right and my daughter loves her company. She gives me no sign that

LiamThe day took forever to pass. The hours seemed to have stopped, only to remind me that I had been a big idiot once again. I bitterly regretted it. And I have no idea how to deal with this feeling that is consuming me. I haven’t known how to do this since I got involved with Ana. She is different. She seems too fragile, the opposite of my ex-wife.Julie woke up, ate, and went back to sleep. This time, in her room. It was still late, the sun coming through the cracks of the windows, illuminating the whole room.I took the chance to go through some pending reports. Selena was driving me crazy, and to avoid doing something stupid, I preferred to solve things at home until Julie got better.I opened the laptop on the email tab and there was everything I should be focusing on, but how? How can I do that if my thoughts turn to Kyra every single moment?I thought about calling. Sending some message, but I preferred not to do any of that. She needed time and so did I. I need time to do so

LiamThe wind that night was merciless. Icy, it cut the skin like tiny invisible blades. The veranda was perfect — candles flickering, the stars displayed as if they were here just for me and for her. But when I looked at Kyra, I noticed the mistake: the thin pajama, almost transparent under the yellow light, revealed that she was trembling slightly, trying to hide it.She never asks for anything. Never complains. Prefers to suffer in silence, as if she has no right to truly exist. That eats at me more than I'd like to admit. Because deep down, I wanted her to be stone, not glass.I stood up without much thought, walked to the living room and brought a gray wool blanket. I placed it over her shoulders without asking permission. The gesture was simple, but intimate. More intimate than I should allow. But I confess I liked it."I don't want you freezing while we talk." My hands brushed her arms as I adjusted the blanket. The shiver that ran through her body wasn't just from the cold. I

LiamI should be satisfied. I saw her tremble when I raised my voice, saw her eyes fill with restrained tears when I reminded her, once again, of the place she holds: my daughter’s nanny, nothing more. I did it on purpose, of course. I needed that. I needed to convince myself that I wasn’t letting Kyra cross barriers that shouldn’t exist. That there was no more space for anyone but me.Only instead of feeling in control, I was furious. Because the damn woman disappeared before dawn. I spent the entire afternoon calling, and nothing. Julie asked me where she was, and I lied without hesitation, saying Kyra had gone to visit a friend. But inside, I was burning. I knew. I knew she wouldn’t go anywhere safe, knew she was stubborn enough to put herself at risk. She’s too unpredictable. But I didn’t give up — I would find her. My daughter needed an answer.When the black car pulled up in front of that filthy bar on the outskirts, I almost smiled. That was so Kyra. She would never choose a so

LiamThe hall was decorated with pink and gold balloons, little paper crowns scattered on the tables and a central table full of colorful sweets, shaped like unicorns. Julie ran back and forth in her princess dress, laughing loudly, surrounded by other children. I should be happy — it was my daughter’s birthday, four years of a life I would give my last breath to protect. But I wasn’t, unfortunately.In recent days, Kyra has been distant and says nothing about herself. She already knows many things about me. She takes care of the most precious thing I have in my life, and yet, she is a complete stranger to me. She doesn’t speak, doesn’t question and certainly doesn’t ask. That deeply irritates me.She was in the corner of the garden, just watching everything cautiously. Looking directly at the nothing that existed there.The phone vibrated in the pocket of my jacket. I ignored it the first time. I was in the middle of a partner, forcing a polite smile as he praised the organization of