Simon Nanny Mcphee Novels & Stories

So I go upstairs to the sundeck and call Simon the chief. "Good morning old friend, how are you doing?" I greeted him after he picked my call. Morning Riley, I'm cool, busy as usual, you know criminals never sleep so yeah....but what can I do for you my friend, hope you did not get robbed or anything?" "Nah not that....although a little girl stole my heart!....but she can keep it!" I smirk and Simon laughs hard. "Riley you never change! So who's the lucky girl?" "Yeah that's some story that goes with an ice cold beer but that's for

"Honestly, Mr. Alcantara, as long as the cash clears every week, you could be running an underground fight club for all I care. I'm just here to make sure the kid doesn't choke on a chicken nugget." "I am serious, Serenia," he insisted, his voice low and dangerous. "Breaking any of these rules won't just get you fired. It will have severe consequences." "Got it. Mind my own business," I said. I flipped to the final page, signing my name with a quick, decisive scribble on the dotted line. "There. Officially your nanny." Matteo reached out to take the folder back, but before his fingers could touch the leather, the quiet of the mansion was completely shattered.

My devotion as a wife over those eight years meant absolutely nothing to him. "Damn it, so you’ve got the guts to stand up to me now, huh?" He tried to intimidate me, hoping I would lose my nerve and tremble with fear. I knew him better than anyone—better even than his own mother did. Simon was a master at manipulating people's emotions; he was a narcissist who always believed he was right and entitled to everything.

Aunty Mimi said and brought out her phone to make a call. Beatrice's heart dropped, she felt for aunty Mimi to have such a reaction, Goerge's mom is a broken deal. Beatrice carefully placed the cup of water in her presence and bowed. Mrs Sebastian looked up and saw Beatrice bowing for her. She chuckled and looked at the tray of water in front of her. "I thought I heard you call yourself Joy's Nanny" Mrs Sebastian asked and Beatrice's heart started racing. "Yes ma!" Beatrice answered. Beatrice subconsciously remembered her senior class math teacher. The woman was just as strict as the person in front her now.

*** All through Scarlett being in the taxi, she felt nervous, with lines of sweat visible on her forehead, while she checked her time consequently. "Goodness Lord I don't want to lose this job!" She found herself saying. The house was quite a distance and she spent an hour in the vehicle. Her nervousness increased twice the initial, the moment she alighted the vehicle, and clicked the gate bell. Just once and a masculine voice spoke briefly and concisely. "Your name!" "Scarlett Barnes." She replied briefly with a lifted chin. "Do you have an appointment?" The man asked again. "Yes, with Miss. Maxwell. The job of a nanny."

None of them knew she was living a life someone else had scripted. That evening, Harrison returned later than expected. Tymm was in the kitchen, heating up leftover pasta when she heard the door open. He looked exhausted, his shirt sleeves rolled up, and for the first time, she noticed something human in his posture—like the weight of the world was sitting on his shoulders. “Long day?” she asked gently. He nodded. “Family business. Meetings with lawyers.” Tymm didn’t pry, but she offered a bowl. “I made too much. Want some?”

“You want me to bug a mafia don’s house by babysitting?” “We want you to be his most trusted employee. The nanny has access to the entire household. The private study, the dinner table, the pillow talk if he’s stupid enough to have anyone over.” Carter’s gaze was flat. “Your mission is to embed, observe, and relay any financial ledgers, meeting details, or chain of command you can find. The ultimate goal is the location of the offshore accounts. We collapse the money, we collapse the family.” I traced the photo of little Luca. He had a smudge of what looked like chocolate on his cheek. “And the children?”

“I know this is a lot to take in. But I need you to understand something: I’m not just looking for a nanny. I need someone who can protect her, who can be there for her. My world isn’t easy, and I want you to know the gravity of this role.” His words sent a chill down my spine, reminding me how stupid I was to agree to this. “What do you do?” I asked quietly, although I already had an inclination. “I think you already know,” he replied just as quietly as I did. I gulped. He was in the mafia. And with the looks of it, he was most likely a don. “I understand,” I replied, my voice steady. “I’ll do my best to ensure Francesca feels safe.” He nodded, a flicker of approval crossing his features. “

And there he was. Simon. Shirtless. Slumped on hotel sheets beside her, one hand lazily sprawled over Maddy’s thigh, his lips brushing her neck. Her bra strap was hanging down. His eyes—barely open. Definitely not sober. One shot had his face buried in her chest. Another… his mouth where it didn’t belong. And then came the last message: “Also… does Nana have a kid named Nick?” My heart. Fucking. Stopped. I stared at the screen, the images burned into my brain—but that question, that question was louder than all the rest. I gripped my phone so hard I thought it might crack.

I left the sealed research institute to attend my daughter's graduation, only to stumble upon a scene that froze my blood—my husband's nanny humiliating my daughter in front of everyone. She sneered and declared, "Austin Grant rules over Bexley City." I smiled. "Well, I think that's about to change." … What I couldn't understand was how, during all the years I'd been gone, Austin could let something like this happen. How could he allow a mere nanny to bully my precious daughter?