Shuleah
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.
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