บททั้งหมดของ The Playboy Billionaire's Nanny : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

The charity gala at the Metropolitan Museum of Art was everything Amy had feared - blinding camera flashes, elegant crowds in designer gowns and tuxedos, and the constant weight of eyes following their every move.She had tried to stay invisible.Dressed in a simple but elegant black gown Aunt Clara had arranged for her, Amy kept to the edges of the room. She secured Theo in a stylish baby carrier against her chest. She smiled politely when spoken to, and answered questions about the baby with professional warmth, and avoided the main spotlight like it would burn her.But Damien Ross made it low-key impossible.Everywhere he went, the room shifted. Billionaires, CEOs, and old-money socialites parted for him like he was royalty. People greeted him with deference - their laughs were a little too loud, and their handshakes a little too eager. Even among the top shots of New York society, Damien wasn’t just another wealthy man - he was the man. The one they all wanted a piece of. Am

The morning light felt harsher than usual. Amy barely slept, her lips still remembering the pressure of Damien’s kiss and the low promise in his voice: “The next time I kiss you… I won’t stop.” She was in the kitchen preparing Theo’s breakfast when the elevator chimed at exactly 8:15 a.m. Aunt Clara stepped out looking sharp in a tailored navy pantsuit, a tablet in hand, and her expression already scanning the room like a general assessing a battlefield. “Amy,” Clara said warmly, pulling her into a quick hug. Then she held her at arm’s length, eyes narrowing. “You look tired. And… flushed. Everything okay?” Amy forced a smile. “It's just me adjusting to the new routine. Last night was the charity gala and it ran late.” Clara’s eyebrows rose. “I saw the photos this morning.” Her tone shifted. “You were on stage with Damien and Theo. Very… visible.” Before Amy could respond, Damien appeared from the hallway, looking unfairly composed in a charcoal suit. His gaze flicked to A

Aunt Clara closed the door to Amy’s suite with a quiet click that felt louder than it should have. She leaned against it for a moment, her arms crossed, and studying her niece with a mixture of love and deep concern.“Sit down, Amy.”Amy obeyed, sinking onto the edge of her bed while still cradling Theo against her chest. The baby had calmed down but was now playing with the strap of her top, blissfully unaware of the storm swirling around him.Clara pulled the desk chair closer and sat facing her. For a long moment, she said nothing. Then, finally, she exhaled heavily.“I’ve known Damien Ross for eight years,” she began, her voice steady but serious.“I’ve watched him build this empire from the ground up. I’ve seen him charm senators, destroy competitors, and go through more beautiful women than I can count. And in all that time, I have never seen him look at a woman the way he looked at you in that living room just now.”Amy’s stomach twisted.“Aunt Clara-”“No. Listen to me.”C

The door clicked shut behind Aunt Clara, leaving a heavy, charged silence in the suite.Damien’s stormy whiskey eyes were locked on Amy like he was a predator who had finally cornered its prey. He took one slow step forward, then another, until he was standing right in front of her.“Now,” he repeated, his voice low and rough, “where were we?”Amy’s breath caught. Theo was still in her arms, fussing lightly, but the baby’s presence barely registered against the overwhelming heat radiating from the man in front of her. Her lips still tingled from that fierce, claiming kiss. Her body felt electric and alive in a way that terrified her.“Damien…” she warned, but her voice came out breathy and weak.He reached out and gently took Theo from her arms, cradling the baby against his broad chest with surprising tenderness. Theo immediately quieted, grabbing onto his father’s shirt with a tiny fist.Damien didn’t break eye contact with Amy as he walked over and carefully placed Theo in his crib

Damien put the call on the phone's loud speaker, his body still tense with unreleased hunger.“Talk,” he snapped.“Sir,” his head of security, Marcus, sounded grim.“We have a situation. Serena just held an impromptu press conference outside the building. She’s claiming Amy is trying to replace her as Theo’s mother, that you’re using the new nanny to punish her, and… she’s implying Amy might be unstable and a danger to Theo.”Amy felt the blood drain from her face.Damien’s expression turned murderous.“What else?”Marcus hesitated.“She showed photos. Private ones. Some from inside the penthouse - Amy holding Theo and you two looking… intimate at the gala. She’s painting Amy as a gold-digging homewrecker who manipulated her way into the job. It’s trending everywhere. Stock mentions are already taking a hit.”The phone call ended, but the silence that followed was worse.Amy stood frozen, still holding Theo tightly against her chest like he could protect her from the world collapsin