All Chapters of The Playboy Billionaire's Nanny : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Amy Hart had officially had it. Standing in the middle of her empty studio apartment with the eviction notice still taped to the door like a scarlet letter, she let out a laugh - a brittle, hysterical sound that ricocheted off of her four bare walls. At twenty-six, she had a graphic design degree sitting around like a dusty paper weight and only $47.82 left to her name. And then, her phone vibrated. Aunt Clara's name lit up her screen and she picked up on the second ring as if it were a lifeline. "Baby girl," her aunt answered without preamble, her voice businesslike, as it always was when she was fixing something, "I just got off the phone with Mr. Ross and the position is yours if you want it. Live-in nanny to his eight-month-old son. He lives in a penthouse on Central Park West. The starting salary is two hundred and fifty thousand a year, with a full benefits package that includes a private suite, and a car service to get you wherever you need to go. You start Monday." Am

By the end of her first day, Amy felt like she’d been dropped into some carefully designed ecosystem where every part had its place.Theo’s schedule didn’t leave much room for surprises. Amy went through the motions with her phone in hand, making sure she didn’t miss anything. Theo made it easy - always smiling, always ready to let the world know when he was tired, and already showing a preference for clinging to her whenever she held him and hummed.But dealing with Damien Ross was a different story.He slipped around the penthouse so quietly she sometimes wondered if she imagined him. Always watching, always present, but never hovering. Sometimes she’d look up and spot him in a doorway or on the other side of a room, eyes fixed on her. Again, not in a creepy way - just an evaluating one. Taking mental notes.That night, when Theo was finally down for the night, she went to the kitchen looking for something to eat. She was halfway through slicing an apple when she felt the air s

Amy was wiping mashed banana off Theo’s cheeks when she heard the chime of the penthouse elevator. They had just returned from their early morning appointment with the pediatrician. It was barely 11, and she’d hoped for a quiet, easy day. Theo was especially in a good mood - kicking his legs and blowing raspberries while she sang a silly song about ducks she’d made up on the spot.Then she heard the unmistakable sound of high heels echoing across marble. Her stomach clenched, even before Serena Vale appeared.Serena swept into the room like she still lived there - wearing a fitted cream dress, sunglasses on her head, and enough diamonds to blind anyone who stared at it for too long. Her hair was perfect. Her entrance, even more so.Theo squealed in excitement and reached out to her. “There’s my beautiful boy,” Serena cooed, dropping her expensive bag onto a chair and gliding past Amy. “Come to Mummy, darling.”Amy held Theo a second longer, suddenly protective, before forcing

The next few days settled into a quiet routine that felt deceptively normal. Amy's whole world revolved around Theo hitting his little milestones – like when he stood by himself for a few seconds for the first time, or how he'd giggle when she pulled silly faces, and the way he’d reach for her the minute she walked into his nursery each morning. During the day, Damien kept his distance, busy with work calls and meetings, but she could always feel his presence in the penthouse. He'd usually join them for dinner, watching Amy and Theo with that same quiet focus. On the seventh night, after Theo was asleep, Amy was looking through some old graphic design files in the living room when Damien showed up again. This time, he had two glasses of wine. He put one down in front of her without a word. “You've earned this. Theo’s been much calmer with you than with anyone else.” Amy took the glass but didn't drink right away. “Thank you.” Damien sat down on the far en