All Chapters of Nanny To The Billionaire's Secret Heir : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

By the following morning, Cole Maritime had lost enough market value for even Marielle to stop checking the number. She had made the mistake of looking shortly after waking and watched the share price fall again before she finished brushing her teeth, then once more while she was downstairs trying to convince Theo that chocolate cereal did not qualify as a balanced breakfast simply because the box contained a picture of wheat. Grayson had already left by then. His side of the bed had been empty when she woke, and the message he'd sent at five forty-three said the board wanted him in before the markets opened. There was no mention of their argument from the night before. Marielle had not expected one, but seeing his short message still left a hard little knot in her chest. On the island, they had spent an entire night awake because neither of them knew what to do with how close they had become. Less than a week later, she was eating breakfast with Theo while financial reporters on tele

Theo was supposed to be upstairs doing his homework when Grayson's lawyer arrived shortly after six. Marielle had checked on him less than fifteen minutes earlier and found him lying across the rug in his bedroom with a pencil in one hand and a maths worksheet beneath his chin, arguing that he worked better on the floor because desks were boring. She had left him there after making him promise to finish before dinner. Downstairs, Grayson had been home for less than an hour, still carrying the exhaustion of the board meeting despite having survived the vote. He had changed out of his suit but not out of the mood he'd brought home with him, and when the lawyer arrived without calling first, Marielle understood from Grayson's face that the day was not finished with them yet.They went into the study and left the door partly open because nobody thought there was anything to hide from a child who was two floors above them. Marielle sat near the window while the lawyer spread several docume

Marielle kept Theo's note in the pocket of her cardigan the next morning. She had folded it twice before leaving his room, although the creases did nothing to hide the four words written in his uneven handwriting. Theo had spoken again before bed, barely more than a whispered goodnight when Grayson tucked him in, but neither of them treated it like a victory. He was still quiet at breakfast and watched Grayson whenever his phone rang, as though every call might contain another decision about where he would live. By the time Marielle dropped him at school, she had stopped telling herself she could wait for Grayson to become suspicious of Julian on his own. Grayson had too much to lose, and his love for his brother was making him careful in all the wrong places.She called the investigator from the car and asked to see everything they had collected on the altered records. He reminded her that much of it was company material and that Grayson had hired him, but Marielle had no patience le

Grayson was still at the desk when the house went quiet around them. Dinner had come and gone without either of them eating much; Theo had gone upstairs with another barely audible goodnight, and the documents Marielle brought home had spread from one side of the study to the other. Grayson had stopped trying to explain Julian's first appearance in the access logs sometime after nine. Instead, he had called Cole Maritime's head of systems and demanded remote access to the archived security records himself. Marielle sat on the sofa while he worked, watching his expression change each time another search returned a result. He did not ask for her help, and she didn't offer it. This was no longer about convincing him to look. He was looking now, and she suspected part of him already wished he hadn't.The first file was the one they had discussed earlier, an authorisation record connected to Alfred Cassian that Julian's account had opened less than twenty-four hours before the original dis

Grayson did not respond immediately. He remained behind the desk with the security footage frozen on the laptop, while Julian sat opposite him and Marielle stayed near the sofa. A few minutes earlier, Grayson had wanted an explanation for missing records and leaked documents. Now his father's name had entered the room, and Marielle could see how much that changed things. Grayson had spent years separating himself from the man who raised him, but there were some wounds distance did not fix. Julian knew that better than anyone, which made Marielle wonder whether he had saved this part for last because it was the truth or because he knew it was the one thing capable of making Grayson listen. Julian began with the transactions connected to Alfred Cassian. They had not started with Alfred, he explained, and they had never truly belonged to him. Years earlier, Cole Maritime had been expanding faster than its finances could safely support. Several large contracts depended on the company ma