Todos os capítulos de I Returned As The Nanny To The Daughter They Stole From Me : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 8

"Please give her back!" I screamed until my throat burned.The nurse flinched and clutched the tiny bundle tighter against her chest. "You need to calm down, Miss Sterling.""My daughter." I tried to push myself upright, but agony ripped through my body before I could sit. "That's my daughter."Rain battered the windows hard enough to drown almost every other sound in the room, and years later it would still be the first thing I remembered — not the smell of antiseptic filling the private clinic, not the sterile white walls, not even the sound of my own desperate screams, but the relentless rain sliding down the glass, as though the world had already decided to grieve for me before I understood what had been taken.My baby was only seven hours old — seven precious hours that I had counted every single minute of. I knew the weight of her tiny body against my chest, the delicate curl of her fingers around mine, and the way she turned instinctively toward my voice, as though she already

Mrs. Hayes closed the bedroom door behind me, and for several seconds I simply stood there, Lily's voice staying with me, quiet but impossible to forget.Don't disappear.I looked around the room again. It was small but spotless, with a single bed against the wall, a narrow wardrobe beside it, and a window overlooking the quiet gardens behind the manor. Everything about the room was practical, a staff room designed for someone who worked in the house rather than someone who belonged in it.Mrs. Hayes had remained in the doorway long enough to explain the rules."Breakfast is at seven. Miss Lily wakes at six-thirty, and her daily routine is on the desk. Mr. Blackwood takes his meals separately and doesn't like interruptions during working hours.""Understood.""You'll report directly to me.""Of course."She nodded before adding, "The previous four nannies found this position difficult."I almost smiled. "I'm not easily discouraged."For a moment something crossed her face - not amusem

That evening, Lily climbed into my lap during story time again. She didn't ask permission - she simply settled against me as though it was the most natural thing in the world, tucked one leg beneath her, opened the book between us, and waited for me to begin.I looked down at her for a moment before opening the first page. "Ready?"She nodded.I started reading, my voice filling the quiet bedroom while the last light of evening slipped through the curtains, Lily leaning comfortably against me, one small hand wrapped loosely around my arm as though she needed to be certain I was still there.After several pages, I realized I hadn't absorbed a single word of the story. I was too aware of her, of the way she trusted me, the way she relaxed around me, and the way holding her felt strangely familiar.Too familiar. It frightened me."Are you sad?"I looked down. "No.""You look sad."I smiled gently. "I'm fine."She continued studying my face, clearly unconvinced. Then, with heartbreaking c

The copied key trembled between my fingers as I slid it into the old brass lock. I stopped long enough to steady my breathing.Eight days. I had waited eight long days for this moment, watching the routines inside Blackwood Manor until I knew them almost as well as the people who lived here.Mrs. Hayes was in the west wing balancing household accounts with Clara Benson. Marcus Reed was outside completing his weekly security inspection. Lily was asleep after lunch. And Damian Blackwood was supposed to be in the city until evening.No one should have been anywhere near the east wing.I wrapped my hand firmly around the key and turned it. The lock gave way with a soft metallic click, the sound echoing far louder than it should have, and for one terrifying second I couldn't breathe. Then I slowly pushed the heavy door inward.A wave of cold air drifted over me — not the ordinary coolness of a room that had been closed for days, but something different, the deep stillness of a place carefu