The Nanny Affair Book 4 소설 & 이야기

“I failed. Alan had an accident under my watch. Punish me however you wish—but it wasn’t entirely my fault.” Richard’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Not your fault? You dare—explain yourself!” The nanny’s voice trembled. “Young master was excited. He ran up the stairs too quickly. I told him to stop, but before I could reach him, he slipped. I swear, I tried—” Annabelle’s eyes narrowed, suspicion flashing. Alan wasn’t reckless. He listened—always. Something wasn’t adding up. Her stomach twisted, unease gnawing at her. Before she could press further, the emergency room doors swung open.

“I’m fine. Just… a little tired. You know me. Always pushing myself too hard.” The nanny folded her arms, unconvinced. “That is not the look of someone who is fine. What were you doing?” Her eyes darted toward the journal still glowing faintly on the desk. “And what is that book?” My chest tightened. “It’s nothing. Just research.” “Research that leaves you looking like you’ve lost half your blood?” she shot back. Her tone was sharp, motherly, the kind that stripped away excuses. “Should I call the healer? Or your mate?”

Instead, she tilted her head. Something sparked in my memory. “Wait… after you came into my room that night, I couldn’t find my book. The one you said the chef gave me. My room was a mess, and it was just… gone.” The nanny tilted her head. “Why would I give you a book and then take it back?” “I don’t know. I admitted The nanny’s voice dropped to a whisper. “If that book is missing, it means someone in this house knows who you are. Knows your real family. Just like the chef did. That person… they’re either dangerous or useful. Either way, I’ll find them.”

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?

I dig under the bags and find… the old Auburn family portrait. Someone had drawn a bright red circle around my father and Nanny, standing closely next to each other. Underneath the photo were documents detailing information about Nanny. Former addresses, dates of employment, interviews with people close to her… Underneath that was a single piece of paper, frayed edges showing it was ripped from a notebook. There were notes scribbled on the page in Richard’s handwriting. I read: “NANNY AND FATHER-- LONG SEXUAL AFFAIR CARA VERY LIKELY REAL SISTER

“No. I waited. Then I posed as your husband to the nurse on shift the next day. They let me in. I accessed your file.” “Jesus.” “I didn’t say anything to you. Not then. I waited. Watched. I then saw your scandal as the billionaire nanny on the news and I knew I had to act. Bingo.” He smirked. “Aren’t I smart?”

Every contract, every confidential page was exactly where I left it. But the unease wouldn’t sit still. Something was wrong. Something had shifted when I wasn’t looking. A soft knock landed on the door. I shut the file immediately. “Come in.” The nanny stepped inside, holding her bag with both hands. “Good evening, sir. I… I just wanted to inform you I’ll be clocking out now. Master Nolan is asleep.” I forced a nod. “Fine.” She turned to leave, and something in me tightened. My thoughts were still circling the safe. Doubt kept whispering.

I can’t wait to meet you again in the next story. With love, signing out…Ms Hellen Happiness. The Nanny Affiar( Some secrets wear a mask)

Chapter Four The silence in Alex’s car was suffocating. Elena sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her hands clenched in her lap. She had agreed to this madness, but every fiber in her being screamed that it was a mistake. The agreement had been simple in theory: she would move in temporarily, play the role of a devoted Nanny figure, and provide Thomas with the emotional support he needed to heal. But nothing about this situation felt simple. As the car pulled into the driveway of Alex’s home, Elena stared at the imposing house with a sinking feeling. It was too pristine, too perfect, far from the life she was used to.

And it wasn’t just Ivy she was wrapping around her finger. She moved like a secret. Spoke without a voice. Seduced without a single touch. He needed control back. He turned, storming down the stairs and through the hall until he reached the surveillance room. “Delete all footage from the nanny’s wing,” he snapped. “Sir?” the technician blinked. “You heard me.” “Of course.” As he walked away, his hand clenched into a fist. No more watching. If he wanted to know her secrets, he’d have to find another way.