Nanny Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“I know, sweetie. But Daddy can’t focus when you’re here. And if I don’t focus, I will lose lots of money. I promise to come to your room soon, okay?” “Okay.” She smiles and stands. The nanny rises with her. Rebecca gathers her crayons while the nanny slips the colouring book under her arm. When they reach me, my daughter kisses my cheek, and I catch myself looking at the nanny longer than usual as they leave the lounge together. My eyes trace the sway of her hips in that tight black skirt, the way the fabric hugs the curve of her ass with every step.

"The applications for the nanny position. We've narrowed it down to five candidates." I turned from the window, my jaw clenching. Another reminder of how completely my life had changed. Isabella was supposed to be here, caring for our daughter, filling our home with laughter and warmth. Instead, I was interviewing strangers to raise my child because Mrs. Ciro's arthritis was getting worse and she couldn't keep up with a baby. "What did the background checks reveal?" "Three have clean records but limited experience with infants. One has excellent references but a boyfriend with gambling debts—a potential security risk. And one..."

Thank you so much for reading through the book two of the Nanny affair, my apologies for the little mistakes, you might come across while reading, but trust me, we all make mistakes and we are all human. Now, the story takes a leap of six months, Salem Baltimore alas Andres Khan, brought a fifty percent shares of the company and all this while under the pretense of Lewis Chang, seen at the previous chapter, he takes the from of an interpreter between Elena and Andres Khan.

Derrick was confused. “To the boss they are, to Ms. North they are not” “She is the weekend nanny” he said while winking at Derrick. “What???” how could his muse become the mysterious weekend nanny. “She’s too good for him” he declared. Who could stand that man? It would be better if Amanda ends up with him. Derrick thought.

No one… except for one name: Salvador. Her grandfather's closest friend, Don Augusto Salvador, had stepped in. A quiet but powerful man in the business world, respected and feared in equal measure. His offer was simple—too simple. “My grandson needs a wife. Your granddaughter needs saving. Let’s restore what was lost—for both our families.” And just like that, the terms were set. No dowry, no courtship, no love. Just a name for a name. A Narciso for a Salvador. Tymm had said no, of course. She cried. Screamed. Begged. Told her grandfather she couldn’t marry a stranger—especially not Harrison Salvador.

“It is past two. You should sleep.” “I’m okay.” “Bella.” His voice held a note of gentle command. “Go to bed. That is an order from your employer.” I stood, my body stiff from sitting. As I passed him, he stopped me with a hand on my arm. His touch was electric. “You are a good nanny,” he said, his eyes searching my face in the half-light. The praise, so simple and sincere, unmoored me. “I just did what anyone would do.”

Besides that, Elizabeth was also friendly and easily got along with everyone. "If I were given a choice between being a nurse and becoming a nanny, I'd rather be Noah's nanny. Who knows? Maybe I could become his stepmother while I'm at it." Aliya smiled as she imagined her own fantasy. Not getting Dr Jhon did not mean everything was over. There was still Nathan, a handsome businessman. However, Aliya soon snapped out of her reverie. Who was she, anyway? How could someone as successful as Nathan possibly take an interest in her?

Ivy’s lips parted, like she was about to tell me to go to hell, but then she hesitated because that would mean disrespecting me— her brother’s doctor for years now. "You want me to what, Doc?" Her voice was hoarse. I assumed roughened by sleepless nights and too many quiet cries. "Be Sophie’s nanny," I repeated, calmer this time. More controlled so she would know I wasn’t kidding.. "You can live in my house. Everything’s free. Shelter, food, anything. All you have to do is look after my daughter, be her mother figure, I’ll pay you well. Bonuses, advance pay, health insurance, overtime pay, paid day offs. Name it."

“I haven’t found a particular favourite yet.” Edward had a few well liked fantasy stories so they spent a pleasurable time discussing books and trading suggestions. “Who really likes Harlequin romance novels?” he asked after spotting a shelf that was completely full of white and red book spines. He had been surprised to discover his mother had a stash of Harlequin novels on her side of his parents’ bedroom. The titles of the stories had followed a similar theme like ‘The Billionaire’s Secret Wife’, ‘Forced Marriage’ or “The CEO’s Mistress’. It hadn’t taken him long to work out that they were slushy romantic novels with lurid covers.

"Your father brought me here because he wanted me to help him protect you." "Protect us from what?" I smiled. "Anything, Jardran. I would always be here at your side, protecting you, if that's okay with you." "Nanny's aren't cool." Jared thinned his lips. "It's what they said in the movies. I bet we won't be okay with you here." "What about nannies that are family? Did the movies say anything about my type?" Jared closed his mouth as he thought about it to no avail. There was no way he could have known that. He had probably watched just a couple of movies on that trope. Jared scratched his temple, lowering his eyes.