All Chapters of A New Babysitter and the Billionaire Widower: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My feet ached after hours of standing, cleaning hotel rooms before classes, and my backpack felt twice as heavy with books I barely had time to open. I was so exhausted that even breathing seemed to take extra effort.With a sigh, I walked to the bus stop, where a small crowd of equally drained people had gathered. The city’s chaotic traffic showed no mercy, and the bus I needed was always late—later than it should’ve been.While I waited, I set my backpack down and closed my eyes for a moment, trying to convince myself I still had enough energy for the nearly hour-long ride home.When the bus finally arrived, I could barely make it up the steps. My body was begging for rest, but my mind knew the day wasn’t over yet. I found a seat in the back, away from the broken windows and torn upholstery, and rested my backpack on my lap. Leaning my head against the cold glass, I closed my eyes. Normally, I’d use this time to review my notes or catch up on reading, but not today.Today, all I wan

The rest of the week passed in a blur.I tried to focus on the remaining paperwork so everything could finally be approved. Things at home hadn’t gotten any better. If anything, it felt like my stepfather could sense that something was finally going right for me—that soon, I might slip out of his grasp.I was still afraid, but I held on, reminding myself of the acceptance email I had received. My golden opportunity. The one thing that could change my life.That was what kept me going.Two days after receiving my acceptance into the au pair program, I applied to a family in Spain. The father is the CEO of a major company and urgently needs someone to take care of his daughter—a beautiful five-year-old girl.They had viewed my profile last night. Now, all I could do was wait.Still on the bus, I took the chance to call my cousin—my only confidante.“Marina?” My voice came out shaky, almost a whisper. “I need to talk to you.”On the other end, her voice was steady and warm.“Isa, what ha

Driving to the cemetery that morning should have been simple.But for me, it felt like a journey weighed down by emotions I didn’t know how to control. The steering wheel felt heavy in my hands, the low hum of the engine cutting through the silence inside the car, amplifying the storm raging in my chest.The city passed slowly outside the window, but I didn’t really see it. All I could focus on was the road leading me to the place I had avoided for months—the place where time had stopped the day Helena died.Every traffic light, every turn, reminded me of her. Her smile. The way she held my hand. The softness in her voice that used to calm my fears.I pulled into the cemetery and parked, my hands still trembling, my chest tight. The morning air felt colder there, sharper somehow, and the peace people searched for in that place seemed to escape me entirely.I walked slowly along the marble paths, surrounded by flowers, trying to find her grave—the place where her memory would live fore

The taxi was waiting across the street, but I couldn’t move. My eyes were fixed on the small house with peeling walls and narrow windows—the place that had been both my refuge and my prison for so long. The watch on my wrist ticked away, each second reminding me that my life was about to change forever.I had chosen that time on purpose. I knew he wouldn’t be there. I knew that, for a few hours, that house would belong only to me and her—my mother.I took a deep breath, trying to gather my courage, and crossed the street with unsteady steps. Every inch closer made my heart beat faster. When I reached the door, I hesitated. I raised my hand to knock, but it was already slightly open.“Mom?” I called softly, almost a whisper.I heard light footsteps, and then my mother’s fragile figure appeared in the hallway. Her eyes widened when she saw me, and a sad smile formed on her lips.“Isa… you came.”“I came to say goodbye,” I replied, my voice faltering. “I couldn’t leave without talking to

The alarm went off at 6 a.m., but this time it wasn’t the shrill sound that woke me. It was Giulia, jumping on my bed with cold feet and a smile bright enough to rival the morning sun.“Daddy, wake up! It’s Saturday!” she shouted, shaking my arm with the kind of energy only a six-year-old can have.“I’m up, princess,” I muttered, rubbing my eyes and trying to push her weight off me. “What’s so special about Saturday?”“You promised we’d go to the park today!” she said, as if I had committed a crime by forgetting.Ah, right. The park. I had promised last week, during one of our movie nights, that I’d dedicate the entire Saturday to her. I work so much that sometimes I forget that promises are sacre