All Chapters of Nanny To My highschool Nemesis : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Emerson's POVThe training ground was empty this early on a Saturday.I preferred it that way. No team, no coach, no performance required. Just the pitch and the ball and the specific silence of a space that had one purpose.I was already moving toward the changing room when Riley touched my arm."I need to talk to you.""I don't have time.""Emerson." She stepped in front of me. Not aggressive — just blocking. Calm and deliberate in the way she did everything. "Two minutes."I looked at the pitch. Then at her."Two minutes," I said.She looked at me for a moment. Something in her expression had changed from the morning — the careful composure was still there but underneath it something had settled. Like she had made a decision on the drive over and had stopped arguing with herself about it."You're in love with her," she said.I went still."Brooklyn." She said the name plainly. No accusation in it. Just a fact she was laying on the table. "You're in love with your sister's nanny."T

Emerson's POV"Stop frustrating her life."Sawyer said it the way she apparently said everything — directly, without preparation, like she had decided the most efficient route was a straight line.I stared at her. "Excuse me?""You heard me." She crossed her arms. "Brooklyn is already dealing with more than most people her age have any business dealing with. Her mother. The money. The job. The school situation." She held my gaze without blinking. "And then there's you. Making all of it harder for absolutely no productive reason.""You don't know what's been — ""I know enough." She cut across me cleanly. "I know you gave her an ultimatum about her job. I know you've been running hot and cold since the day she walked into that house. And I know that instead of doing anything honest about how you feel, you've been punishing her for choices she makes to protect herself." She tilted her head. "That's not someone who cares about her. That's someone being petty and jealous.""I'm not jealou

Brooklyn's POVI watched from the kitchen window.Emerson and Riley at the car. Riley with her school bag, blazer perfect, waiting by the passenger door with the patience of someone who had already decided how this was going to go. Emerson standing on the driver's side with his keys in his hand and his jaw doing the thing it did when he was containing something significant.I had heard most of it from the kitchen.*I'm not driving you.**Then I'll call your father and tell him why you're so reluctant to spend time with me.*A pause. Long enough to mean something.*Just this once.**Of course.*The car doors closed. The engine started.I stepped back from the window.I had left the house twenty minutes after them, taken a different route to the bus stop, and arrived at Westfield through the side entrance without passing the main car park. Small, careful, and completely exhausting.---Sawyer was at our table in the corner of the cafeteria when I found her at break.I sat down and she l

Brooklyn's POVNobody moved for a full second.The word fiancé sat in the middle of that classroom like something dropped from a height — everyone staring at where it had landed, nobody sure yet what it had broken.Then Emerson moved.He looked at me once.It was brief — one second, maybe less — but it was loaded with something I felt more than read. A warning. Stay quiet. Don't react. Let me handle this.Then he crossed to Riley, took her arm without roughness but without asking, and walked her out of the classroom through the crowd which parted immediately because it was Emerson and crowds always parted for Emerson.The whispers started the moment he was through the door.I heard my name in them. I heard fiancée. I heard fight. I heard nanny which meant someone already knew or had guessed and that information was now airborne and moving fast.Sawyer's hand found my arm."Come on." She didn't wait for my agreement. She steered me sideways through the crowd before anyone could think t

Brooklyn's POVThe bathroom was empty except for us.I made it to the sink before everything I had been holding since the classroom let go completely. Not quietly either — the kind of crying that comes from somewhere deep and has been building for longer than today. My hands gripped the edge of the sink and I looked at my own face in the mirror for exactly one second and then looked away because I couldn't stand the sight of it right now.Sawyer was beside me immediately.She didn't say anything useful. She didn't try to fix it with words. She just put her arm around my shoulders and held on while I fell apart over a sink in a school bathroom and the sounds I was making were embarrassing and I couldn't stop them."I don't know how much more of this I can take," I said when I could form sentences again. My voice came out wrecked. "I don't know — I can't keep doing all of it at the same time. Jordan and his calls and his face when he looks at me like I'm something real. And Emerson and