Drama Romance Web Novels & Nanny Stories

"I didn't marry you for love, Elara. I married you for revenge." When Elara Vance takes a high-paying nanny job at the secluded St. Claire estate, she thinks she’s finally found a way to cover her mother’s life-saving medical bills. She doesn't expect to be greeted by Killian St. Claire; a ruthless billionaire who looks at her with a terrifying mix of violent hunger and bitter hatred. Elara is the spitting image of Killian's late wife, Vanessa. Exploiting her crushing debts, Killian forces Elara into a gilded cage: a non-negotiable contract marriage designed to make her suffer for the sins of her father's past. But Elara isn't a meek target. She was armed with a hidden birth certificate discovered inside the manor's locked corridors; one that suggests she is the true St. Claire heir; she steps onto the board to play a lethal game of psychological warfare. When the "dead" wife suddenly returns and a second lookalike steps from the shadows, Elara realizes she isn't just fighting for an empire, she’s fighting for her life. In a house built on blood and deceit, the ultimate vow is the one that destroys them both.

Six years ago, A doctor told me my newborn daughter didn't survive. I broke into a million pieces. I never truly healed. Desperate for cash, I take a job as a nanny for Alexander Vance-A billionaire whose six year old daughter, Jasmine, is infamous for terrorizing every nanny in the city. She hates me on sight. She locks me out, throws tantrums, and makes it her personal mission to drive me insane. I almost quit. But every time I look into her stubborn, fiery eyes, something pulls me back. Then came the accident. While cleaning a scrape on her knee after one of her stunts, my heart stops. On her inner ankle rests a distinct, crescent shaped birthmark. The exact birthmark my baby had before they declared her dead. My hands start shaking. My breath hitches. "Who gave you that mark?" I whisper, tears blurring my eyes. Jasmine glare at me, pulling her leg away. "Don't touch me! You're not my mom!" Alexander steps into the room, his blue eyes locking onto mine. "Is there a problem with my daughter?" I stare at the billionaire who has no idea his late wife stole my child. My baby didn't die six years ago. She's been living in this penthouse all along. And I will burn the world down before I lose her again.