Todos los capítulos de Nanny To The Billionaire's Secret Heir : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

The first morning without a lawyer calling felt strangely unfamiliar.Marielle didn't notice it at first.She only realized something was different when she'd finished her tea, packed Theo's lunch, wiped jam off the kitchen table twice because he'd somehow managed to get it everywhere except his toast, and looked at the clock.Eight thirty.Usually by then someone's phone had rung.Usually there was an email waiting.A court update.A reporter.Another document that seemed to require three signatures and two sleepless nights.This morning there was nothing.She checked her phone again.Still nothing.Odette looked over from the stove."You're waiting for bad news."Marielle looked up."Am I that obvious?""Only to people who've known you long enough.""I didn't realize I kept checking.""You've checked six times."

Marielle stabbed her thumb with the needle. Third time.She looked at the bead of blood, sucked it off without thinking, and went back to Theo's blazer. One button. That was the whole job. Fifteen minutes in and she still hadn't finished it."You've done that three times," Odette said. She didn't look up from her crossword."I know.""You usually finish that in five minutes.""I know."Odette put the paper down. "What's on your mind?"Marielle threaded the needle again. Got it through the fabric this time. Stopped there."If someone kept getting hurt because of you," she said, "wouldn't the kind thing be to leave?"Odette waited a beat. "Who's getting hurt?"No answer. Marielle held the blazer up, saw the button was crooked anyway, cut the thread and started over."I've lived a long time," Odette said. "People don't usually ask imaginary questions."Theo came through the door just after three, loud and cold from outside. He was starving. He'd had lunch four hours ago. That was ages ag

Marielle heard the house go quiet before she thought about it directly, just an absence registering somewhere below conscious notice. No feet pounding the landing. No Odette after Theo about brushing his teeth twice, properly this time. No Grayson slamming a cupboard shut because whatever he needed turned out to be in the other room. Even the fridge had stopped its hum for a second, or maybe she just hadn't noticed it until it stopped.She stood at the bottom of the stairs and waited for the silence to break itself. It didn't. So she went toward the living room, where gold light was still leaking out under the doorframe from the tree.She meant to go straight up.She opened the door instead.Most of the lamps had been switched off hours ago. The tree threw soft colour across the carpet, over torn wrapping paper, and over a pile of Theo's presents that had gotten abandoned halfway through opening because something else had caught his attention first. One sock had migrated over by the f

The first crack of thunder came just after sunset, loud enough to rattle the windows of the main house, and Theo nearly dropped the cards he was holding. “What was that?” he asked, his eyes widening as another low rumble rolled across the island. “That,” Grayson said, looking up from his phone, “is thunder.” Theo frowned at him. “I know what thunder is.” “Then why did you ask?” “Because yours sounded different.” Marielle bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. Theo was trying very hard to look brave, but every time the wind slammed against the windows, his little shoulders jumped. The storm had arrived faster than any of them expected. An hour earlier, the sky had only been grey. Now the palm trees outside were bending under the force of the wind, rain striking the glass so hard that it sounded like someone was throwing handfuls of pebbles at the house.One of the island staff members h

Marielle had expected the island to be beautiful. Grayson had mentioned white sand, clear water and a house large enough to accommodate all three of them, so she had already pictured something expensive and slightly ridiculous. What she had not expected was how quiet it would be. There were no cars passing on a road somewhere beyond the trees. No staff members waiting around unless they were needed. No strangers wandering past with phones held up. Most of all, there were no cameras. She stood near the edge of the beach for a moment, sunglasses pushed onto her head, and looked back at the house. Nobody was watching them. Nobody knew where they were. She could not remember the last time she had been somewhere without checking over her shoulder first.Theo did not care about any of that. He had been on the beach for less than two minutes when he announced that it was his. “This part is mine,” he said, pointing at a patch of sand as though he had paid for it himself. Marielle laughed and