Novel & Cerita Nanny Faye Died

Lilian James* Speaking about my life it's a mess. I was 2 year old when my mother died. I grew up with my father in a luxurious home. My dad was the mayor of our city. Then people knew him as a honest mayor. My dad employed a nanny and If you guys are wondering about the Nanny, she was the one who used to look after an orphanage which seize to exist a year ago and let me tell you guys she is amazing. She has gotten old but still she believes that she is young and has more energy than me. She treats me like her own daughter and aside my dad, Anupriya was the only family I have. I love her. My dad had asked for my opinion about changing my nanny so many times but I didn't want anyone else. I w

“Too bad, Jacob. You should’ve come alone.” I couldn’t think. My mind raced, but it couldn’t catch up with the reality before me. Faye’s blood was on the ground. She wasn’t just hurt—she was dying. “Faye, hold on!” I screamed, but she didn’t respond. She just lay there, motionless, her body too still. And I knew then—the trap had snapped shut.

“I don’t want to be going over your will anytime soon.” “Oh Bean, stop that,” she said. “Your Aunty Faye is still kicking just fine. I’m sixty-five years old and haven't even had my mid-life crisis yet. It'll be decades before you'll be able to get rid of me.” “Thanks for bringing it out, Aunty. It really is beautiful.” Just then the kettle screamed and steam pooled into the air above the stove. “Oh.” Faye jumped and prepared to stand up.

She just looked at me for one long, silent moment, and then she was gone. The next morning started at 6:30 AM with the sound of little feet running past my door. I got dressed quickly in jeans and a soft sweater, practical, approachable. In the kitchen, I found a woman in her sixties with a kind face and wary eyes scrambling eggs. “You must be Bella,” she said. “I’m Maria. I cook and… well, I try to help with the little ones since the last nanny left.” “It’s nice to meet you, Maria.” I could see Luca already in his booster seat, banging a spoon. Sophia sat beside him, methodically arranging cereal pieces in a line.

"Hurry, Athena. Punctuality is also part of being a lady." A while later, I walked into the beach with Patricia to where three other women were already waiting. They sported cute and stylish bikinis. Patricia introduced me. "Everyone, meet Ms. Athena Williams, the Royal Nanny." Her smile was broad, but her eyes told a different story. They looked unkind at the moment, so I couldn't dare return it. Mattie rushed over, handing me a drink and my cell phone, which was new. She delayed because she had been buying a mojito from a stand close by. Something told me I could use the liquid courage for this encounter.

Screams. Smoke. Fire. Blood. Giovanni wiped the blood from his face and got into the car, as if he hadn't caused chaos behind him. He straightened his blue tie and answered the ringing phone. His secretary, Anne, was calling him at the worst possible time. “Mr. Mancini, I'm calling to inform you that the last nanny has quit. We're running out of options. I don't know who to hire if even the trained women in our midst aren't enough.”

Celine's heart clenched at the pain in Faye's eyes, a mirror of the sorrow that had now threaded itself into the narrative of Ermanno's life. "Alessandro demanded she get an abortion," Faye continued, her eyes downcast. "But she refused. It cost her everything. Her agencies fired her, and a few months later, she was robbed at gunpoint. All the money she'd saved was gone, just like that." "I'm so sorry," Celine whispered, her heart aching with empathy. "No one should have to go through that." Faye nodded, her expression a landscape of remembered pain. "She was a strong woman. She never complained. She worked three jobs to make sure I had everything I needed."

Selene and Bryan came up with the idea of me joining an agency where my experience or not wouldn't matter and thankfully, that helped me a lot. So, ever since then, I worked and earned as a nanny. I narrowed my eyes as I looked around the living room. I was packed up ready to open another chapter of my life but here I was feeling nostalgic about leaving. I didn't know what was wrong with me, it wasn't like this was the first time it was happening. As I made to settle down on the sofa so I could eagerly await the ride that was sent to pick me up and transport me over to the Blakes company; my eyes caught sight of the small photo frame hanging on the wall.