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The car glided down the main road, the radio playing jazz that felt too relaxed for my mood that morning. Maritza, pink crossbody bag and battle-ready face, had already gone into the school with Ash, joining the other babysitters who looked more like a special ops unit with luxury strollers and discreet spy cams in their purses. If they handed out Oscars for Best Supporting Role in Protecting a Billionaire Kid, Maritza would take one home every year.

Dad lied. My backpack felt heavier than usual, not just with books but with the weight of every broken promise. I dug my nails into my palms, trying to focus on the biting chill of the Aurelia evening instead of the tremor in my hands. New mission: survive the Sterlings. New reality: I was their charity case, Charles Sterling’s personal babysitter. His babysitter. The thought made bile rise in my throat.

"Shouldn’t the non-stop sex feasts be winding down?" "We have a babysitter all night," Devon said. "Grandma Kris is probably rocking our sweet baby to sleep." The thought made us both smile. "So, we could finish watching the boring movie," he gestured at Devin and Kim, "or we could go home and spend the night doing all the naughty things these two wish they were doing but refuse to." I tapped my lip and pretended to think, but everyone knew what I’d choose. I let out an exaggerated yawn. "I'm really tired. We should probably go home and... rest," I said, a mischievous glint in my eyes.

"Why don't you join us? We have a baby to coo over." Sebestian chuckled fondly as he approached his mates again and squeezed in with his family. /2 Years Later\ Sebestian did not do babysitting. It was really not his thing. But Allen had been standing in front of the door with a charming smile and two toddlers, thrusting them into Sebestian's arms and declaring that she and her mate needed a night to themselves and that Sebestian ought to fulfill his duty as best uncle because Liam had turned tail at the prospect of spending yet another weekend as babysitter – sure, Liam loved being a grandpa, but all those little Alpha and Omega were exhausting and the poor man really needed a break from ba

Milagros could only shake her head animatedly. "Alright, I'll be honest with you. She is a little anemic and over-fatigued. Other than that there's nothing detrimental to your wife's health." "And the baby?" he said after a few seconds. "The baby is fine. Your little guy boasted his heartbeat when I checked on him." She chuckled. Ira's forehead compressed. "How do you know it's a he?" "Pulses are typically accurate, although it may be too soon to tell," Miranda said with a bright smile.

Sophia said, staring at Hazel wide-eyed. “Yes, that was how the girl was kidnapped in the movie “Her”, the one we streamed last year. You shouldn’t go to the restroom alone.” Ava added, gaping at her fingers. “Uhm…” I didn’t know what to say. “C’mon girls, this isn’t a soap opera. There's security here and there’s only one door IN and OUT.” She said, gazing at us like little children worrying. “I’m okay. Alright? I’ll be back in a minute.” She turned to the left and went out through the back door.

The dishes that waited for me on the table were BBQ ribs, chili con carne, sauteed broccoli, and zucchini soup. I shamelessly polished everything off again. After freeloading like this for three days straight, I started to feel a little guilty. This ghost not only had a good temper, but she also clearly knew how to run a household. I dug a pink sticky note out of a drawer and, using a thick black pen, wrote, "Hi. What should I call you? I feel bad just eating your cooking all the time." When I finished, I placed the note neatly in the center of the table.

Yeah I know, I already watched movies to last me a lifetime but I still watch them. I make myself comfortable and take the chocolates in my hand and press play. Twenty five minutes later into the movies the door opens with so much force making me jump in my seat. A furious Bianca comes in looking deadly. I pause the movie and sit straight. "You." She moves infront of me so fast. I wonder how a pregnant woman can move so fast and my eyes wonder down. Her tummy looks flat and I raise my an eyebrow. Bianca follows my line of sight to her tummy and I see a pained expression. "You." She spits venomously while pointing a finger at me.

Something wasn’t right. Outside, the shadowed figure remained hidden, their eyes locked on her window. Every move she made, every light flickering on and off—it was all under surveillance. A phone buzzed softly in their pocket. The message was brief but clear,very precise: “Report everything. No mistakes.” A cold smirk tugged at the stranger’s lips before they melted back into the darkness. Lena’s alarm buzzed sharply at 6:00 AM, yanking her from a restless sleep. She groaned, dragging herself upright. Her body was exhausted, but her mind was already racing. She had too many questions—and even fewer answers.

The woman sat opposite me and wrote a few things down on the paper in front of her. Now that I think of it, it’s kind of odd that they decided to hire a babysitter in such a crude manner. I would have guessed that they would have employed their resources to find the best of the best babysitter in the rich world. “Miss Sands.” She threw me a short smile. “Have you ever babysat before?” “No. I have never done it before.” Not even as a teenager. “Are you a University graduate?” I nodded affirmatively. “Is this your first job application?”