Novel & Cerita Nanny Faye Net Worth

I interrupted him and ended the call. "Okay, will you tell me what is going on now?" Celine asked, looking confused at my sudden change in demeanor. "You know how I need 40k by the end of today?" she nodded, but I could tell she still did not get it, "they need a nanny, and on the job application, it said the pay is 50k and above," I added excitedly. Her eyes widened, and she gasped, a smile finally forming on her lips, "they're paying that much?"

In her eyes, the little guy looked like a living, breathing money tree. Terry caught the gleam in her eyes and instantly had a bad feeling. Before she could speak, he quickly said with a bright smile, “Fanny Mommy, is it okay if I… don’t make that money?” Fanny’s smile froze. Had she been too obvious? “I used to be a talent agent,” she explained. “Now that I’m divorced, I want to get back into it. You’ll be my first child star. You’re already popular online for your singing—if we sign you to a proper entertainment company, you’ll be even more famous!”

Now, with Madison as his new nanny, Chris would have someone to give him the attention I couldn’t while I was at work. “Good.” I breathed out a steady huff, relief flooding from every pore. “You’ll receive a substantial yearly salary.” Her eyes widened, lips parting in surprise, as I named the amount. It was more than my initial offer, but she seemed worth the extra investment. It might even encourage her to stay. Joe had repeatedly told me that I was a difficult man to work for, and I could hardly argue with him about that. I’d gone through six secretaries before I got to Candice and eight housekeepers before I found Silvia.

She wanted her daughter to be the one standing in the spotlight while Anastasia was cast aside. What she hadn’t told Regina was the truth about Anastasia’s mother. Fiona Watson was known in the jewelry world by her anonymous alias "Faye," and was a gifted designer who shook the fashion world once upon a time. Few people knew Faye's true identity and one of them was her. Faye disappeared from the scene without a trace after few years of being at the peak of the fashion world. She was admired and idolised by many in the fashion world and her daughter was one of the ardent fan.

Ten years later. Sonia's pov I sat on the dressing chair, I stared into the mirror with a beam of smile. A lot of things have happened during the last few years. I would like to start with Nancy, she graduated from college a few years ago with a lot of honors and awards. There is no doubt that she is intelligent and brilliant. She is correctly the richest business woman in Switzerland, she would be the only young lady to attain that position. Everybody became proud of her.

How would he feel about me if we meet again? “We have been looking for a trustworthy nanny but the kids don’t approve any of the hundred candidates we shortlisted till now. I could see Ariel likes you and Austin will approve his sister’s preference. The salary is very good.” Celeste kept saying but I couldn’t catch her meaning. “Why are you telling me this, Celeste?” I asked her. She held my shoulders. “Do you want to be their nanny, Bella?”

Erin’s Pov Two million and an Advance payment. I keep repeating it in my head like maybe it will sound less insane the more I think about it. Two million for a nanny job? Nobody pays that much for watching some kid. Unless the kid is a prince or cursed or maybe both. But right now do I even have a choice?

Burbled cheerfully near a stone path. Fair enough, I shrugged. Anyone who needed (and could afford) a live-in nanny clearly lived in a different universe from me. There were surprisingly no guards, and no camera (that I could see). Just a shiny black intercom beside the gate. I pressed the button. “Hello?” A crackle. Then a crisp, clipped voice responded. “State your name and business.” “Uh… I’m here for the nanny position? Sorry, interview. My name’s—” I gave it. Maya Angelo. My voice trembled slightly though I hoped it sounded steady. I hadn't used my real name in eighteen months.

He led her through the endless halls until they stopped outside a pale blue door, decorated with stickers—stars, rainbows, planets. He knocked softly, then opened the door. Inside, a little girl with unruly brown curls sat cross-legged on the floor, building a Lego fortress. She didn’t look up when they entered. “Ivy,” Damien said gently, “this is Miss Quinn. She wants to be your new nanny.” Aurora moved to her knees, placing herself at the child’s level. She said nothing. Just watched. Ivy glanced at her, then returned to her building. Without a word, Aurora reached into her bag and pulled out a small, porcelain unicorn—hand-painted, no larger than her thumb. She set it beside Ivy’s Lego ca

The woman hesitated for a moment and said, “Alright, then. Send me your bank details.” Faye was over the moon. She had just secured the evidence of Charmine cheating, and she scored a million bucks for it! She could buy some nice clothes with this money, and she would surely sweep Anthony off his feet if she donned high-quality clothes! “First, transfer that amount to me,” demanded Faye. “Don’t mess with me,” the woman hissed. “If I expose you to Anthony right now, you won’t be able to get anything!”