Nanny Faye Died Novels & Stories

She nods, but her eyes shine like polished jade as she walks back to the table and takes her seat beside her husband. I’m not sure why I’m shocked to see Cole leaning against the far wall, his eyes locked on the melting snow outside. Michael told me Cole normally avoided things like this–the whole family meeting, especially over meals. Michael pulls out my chair, and the second I sit down, his father says, “Faye, you’re aware by now that your father is dead.” I swallow hard, reaching for a carafe of blood to pour into my own mug. “I am aware, yes.”

“My baby died at three months old, Ma’am. At that time, he had a fever, and I took him to a nearby health clinic. They said it was just a common fever and gave him medicine. I followed the instructions, but his temperature never went down. Honestly, I didn’t know much about children’s illnesses, because before that, my baby hardly ever got sick…” Elizabeth’s voice trembled. She tried to hold back her tears, but her voice broke at the end of the sentence. ---

“You disappeared!” Gabriella interrupted before I could even respond again, she walked past me with her chin held high, the picture of self-assured elegance. “Babe, you didn’t tell me you hired … a helper?” she said, I felt a knot tighten in my chest. Her words cut sharper than any physical blow. I tried to introduce myself politely, my voice trembling slightly. “I’m Maya… Nico’s nanny. We met earlier at the door —-” “Oh please,” Gabriella rolled her eyes. “I don't care about knowing who you are, you are just the help and nothing more.”

Even my parents and friends have learnt to stay out of my way from me on those days. You may wonder why I am always unhappy on this one day. Well, for starters, my one time nanny died on a Tuesday. Her name was Arya. It may not seem relevant but she was precious to me. Arya was like a second mother to me and losing her was more than just painful.

'phew' The nanny who came next was pretty good. She never grumbled or snapped at Ares, unlike the first nanny. Most importantly, she didn't stalk Ares in the toilet either! Yes! But Mr. Darwin fired that nanny after two weeks. Because it turns out that the nanny is a spy sent by aunt and uncle. Huh, it's sucks. Once I found a nanny who was good at her job, uh, she was a spy. “They are not your uncle and aunt, Ares. Don't meet them. Do not! They are snakes!” Grandma chided loudly.

"Grandmother and granddaughter time." I looked at Lily. Lily looked at me. The searching look. Looking for the signal. I gave her the smallest nod. The one we had practiced. She turned back to her grandmother. "All right," she said. I walked out of the sitting room. And stood directly outside the door. Where I could hear every word. Victoria's warmth lasted approximately ninety seconds. "Lily." "Yes?" "How do you like your new nanny?" "Very much." "She's kind to you?" "Yes."

I woke up to a beautiful scene, Oliver had Noah in the sling. The two of them were lying on the armchair, I don't know why, but I felt happy at the sight in front of me. Oliver was drawing closer to his son, they were forming a bond and that made me, in a way, emotional. I had nothing to do with those two, I wasn't family, a friend, or even an acquaintance. I was the nanny who had been working in the house for two months, and speaking of months, tomorrow would be my birthday. I felt happy and, at the same time, sad. It would be an ordinary day, because there would be no family member or friend to congratulate me in person, and besides that, I would spend it at the hospital.

“And our nanny.” “She looks so young!” I exclaimed. “She is young. Only eighteen,” Leigh said, shaking her head and pushing play again, letting it go to commercial. “Can’t blame him. Men always want to fuck the nanny,” Dan teased. My eyes went wide and Leigh shouted. “Dan!”

And then I saw her. Little Julie. Small. Shoulder-length blonde hair. Huge, sad blue eyes. A stuffed bunny stained with paint clutched in her arms. She stood at her bedroom door, silently watching us. “Julie,” Liam called, his voice lower but still firm. “This is Kyra. She’ll be your new nanny starting today. I want you to meet her, sweetheart.” The girl didn’t answer. Didn’t move. She simply turned and walked away as if she already knew there was no reason to interact.

Serena stormed into the living room like a hurricane in designer heels, her eyes blazing as she locked onto Damien. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she hissed, waving her phone in the air. “These headlines are everywhere. ‘Damien Ross’s New Nanny Plays House with Billionaire and Baby.’ Are you trying to humiliate me?” Aunt Clara stepped out of Amy’s suite, positioning herself like a shield between Amy and the unfolding chaos. Theo, sensing the raised voices, started fussing in his high chair.