All Chapters of A New Babysitter and the Billionaire Widower: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I woke up with a strange feeling, like something important was about to happen.For a moment, I stayed still, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, trying to understand where I was. The room was too big, too quiet… too beautiful. Everything looked organized, elegant—almost perfect.Nothing like me.Madrid.The realization hit me all at once.I sat up abruptly, my heart racing, when my phone buzzed beside me. Still a little disoriented, I grabbed it and opened the notification.Miguel Benites.My stomach tightened slightly.“Good morning. I need to

The day had already started badly.The news about the loss with Larson & Sons arrived before my second cup of coffee. Half a million euros gone because of a miscalculation in the security system by one of our interns. We’d had big losses before, but nothing this serious. Now the tenth-floor meeting room was thick with tension, filled with shareholders whose expressions ranged from disappointment to open fury.“This is unacceptable, Benites.”The glass of water in front of me suddenly seemed far more interesting than the red face of the financial director. He was right. It was my fault. But over the past few days, my mind had been everywhere except here.“We’ll fix it,” I said, my voice colder than I intended. “We’ll review the protocols and compensate Larson.”“Compensate? They’re already talking about terminating the contract!”My phone vibrated in my pocket. A message from Maria:Giulia wants to know if you’ll see her painting at the art fair. She said it’s a surprise.Art fair?“Be

Night had already fallen when we left the art fair. Giulia talked nonstop from the back seat, excited about the paintings, her friends, and the colorful dessert one of the teachers had given her. Her enthusiasm was contagious—a sharp contrast to the usual calm of my car.“It was the best day at school!” she declared, swinging her legs back and forth. “Daddy saw everything, Isa! Even the drawings I made of him!”Isabella, sitting beside me, turned and smiled.“You draw very well, Giulia. I think you should paint more.”“I will!” Giulia agreed. “But right now I’m hungry. Really hungry.”My gaze met Isabella’s for a brief moment before returning to the road.“What do you want to eat?”“Japanese food!” Giulia exclaimed. “Like the other time!”I slowed the car into a turn more than necessary.“Are you sure?&

My heart hammered inside my chest as I walked down the hospital corridors, the echo of my shoes sounding far too loud against the polished floor. My mind burned with the memory of Isabella’s voice on the phone—sharp and cutting, filled with a fury I knew was justified.I hadn’t answered.Not because I didn’t care, but because I had been trapped in a damn meeting with investors who wouldn’t tolerate interruptions. My phone was on silent, out of reach, while my daughter was here. Sick. Needing me.Carmen was the one who found me first outside the company building, holding Maria’s phone with an expression heavy with disapproval.“You need to go to the hospital. Now.”She didn’t leave roo