บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia King’s Plus-Size Nanny: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Chapter 2That night passed like an endless nightmare. In the stuffy hospital, the hum of medical equipment and the muffled sobs from the neighboring ward were the only sounds accompanying Ameena. Her last savings had been completely drained to pay the emergency registration fee, while the hospital pharmacy refused to provide high-dose fever-reducing medication until the administrative bill was fully paid.In desperation that felt crushing, Ameena was forced to drag her feet out of the hospital and toward a dimly lit corner of the city streets. She met a loan shark—a stocky man with gold teeth and calculating eyes. The interest rate he offered was suffocating, rising mercilessly high, but Ameena had no other choice. For Alby’s life, she was willing to mortgage her future. Dirty cash changed hands that very night, accompanied by her signature on a stamped document that was ready to tighten around her neck if she failed to pay on time.The next morning, the sun had not yet fully risen w

Chapter 4The journey back to the Leonardo Residence felt much colder for Ameena. Inside the luxurious sedan speeding through the darkness of the night, she sat motionless, staring blankly out the window. Her thoughts were still at the apartment complex, with the warmth of Alby’s embrace still lingering around her neck. The pain of having to part from her child gripped her so tightly, as if her heart had been forcibly ripped from her chest.When her hand touched her left earlobe, her fingers found nothing but a strand of hair. Ameena jolted. The silver rose-engraved earring that usually hung there was gone. That earring was not merely an inexpensive piece of jewelry; it was the only remaining possession left behind by her husband. With trembling hands, she immediately removed its matching earring from her right ear. She stared at the tiny object in the dim glow of the streetlights before carefully placing it inside her worn-out wallet.“Where did I drop it?” she whispered softly, tryi

Chapter 6That night, the Leonardo mansion was shrouded in suffocating silence. After spending the entire day suppressing her turbulent emotions, Ameena felt utterly exhausted. Her role as a wet nurse drained more of her energy than she had ever imagined. Her abundant milk production often made her stomach growl in the middle of the night, as though her body were constantly processing nutrients for her employer's baby.Ameena glanced at the wall clock, which already showed two in the morning. With light footsteps, she left her room and headed toward the kitchen. A mansion this large had a kitchen even more spacious than the apartment where she lived. She only wanted to cook some instant noodles, just enough to fill her stomach so she could sleep peacefully.While waiting for the water to boil on the stove, her ears caught a strange whizzing sound from outside the mansion walls.Boom!A loud explosion followed by the sound of shattering glass startled Ameena so badly that she nearly dr

Chapter 8Morning gradually passed into noon at the Leonardo residence, with the tension from the previous night still lingering in the air. Ameena slowly stepped out of the servant’s bathroom after freshening herself up. Her eyelids were slightly swollen from the tears of fear and the overwhelming emotions that had consumed her the night before.Before heading to the nursery to carry out her main duties, Ameena reached for the worn-out bag neatly stored beneath her bed. Her hand took out a small cloth wallet whose color had already faded. From within its folds, she removed one half of a silver earring engraved with a rose pattern that looked simple yet carried countless memories.Ameena gazed sorrowfully at the tiny piece of jewelry resting in her palm. The earring was an extremely precious keepsake to her.“I have to find the other half of this earring,” Ameena murmured softly, her voice filled with restrained desperation. “Even though I know the chances of finding it again are extr

Chapter 10Ameena climbed the wooden staircase, her legs feeling as though they were weighed down by lead. Every creak of the floor beneath her footsteps sounded like a death knell for her dignity. There was only one image in her mind: Alby. He had to live. She could not let the man die, because if Damien died, her last hope of paying for her son’s surgery would be buried along with him.When she reached the master bedroom door, she stopped for a moment. Her breathing was ragged. She took a deep breath, trying to gather whatever courage she had left. She no longer cared about the shame or humiliation she would have to endure. She was simply a mother trading her soul for the survival of her child.The moment she entered, a scorching heat immediately greeted her. The bright crystal lights had been turned off, leaving only the dim moonlight filtering through the large curtains. On the spacious bed, Damien looked like a giant being tormented by demons. His athletic body writhed wildly, hi