The Nanny Affair Book 4 Novels & Stories

"You'd better stop this, or I'll fire you and kick you out of my house!" That answered everyone's questions. Whispers started to spread. "Ah, no wonder they share a home. Her mother's his nanny." "She seems decent enough, but she's a gold digger. I can't believe she's claiming Mr. Solomon committed bigamy." "You know women like her. They can do anything for status. If you want them to kill their parents for it, they would do it." I heard everything, and I gave Yvonne a smirk. Her smile was freezing up faster than hot water turning into ice at near absolute zero temperature.

“I know how to survive them. Other people’s lives don’t interest me, Mr. Blackthorne.” I leaned forward slightly. The air between us seemed to heat, even in the cold room. She didn’t look away. I lowered my gaze to her résumé. I didn’t care about it. But it gave me time. Time to absorb what she caused just by being there. “The nanny’s room is next to Julie’s. So you’ll be close when she needs you. I hope you don’t have a problem with that.” She hesitated, surprised. “I’m hired?”

Backing away confusedly from Silvia’s swinging hands, I was already halfway there before I thought to speak up. “Uhm, you have it wrong,” I blurted as I stumbled back from her. “I’m not some one-night stand of his. I’m—” “Oh, sweetheart, you are,” she said with faux pity as she kept trying to herd me out of the kitchen. “Go home and forget about hearing from him ever again. Didn’t he already have you sign an NDA?” I halted, determinedly planting my feet as I practically screamed into her face, “I’m the new nanny for Chris. And I assure you, I didn’t spend the night with that asshole.”

“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.”

Mawar explained quietly. “Are you sure?” “Yes. Doctor Jhon knows her well,” Mawar answered firmly. After a brief argument, mother and son returned to the room. “Doctor Jhon, let’s go to the nursery. I can’t wait to bring my grandchild home,” Mawar said with a warm smile. “Of course, Ma’am,” Doctor Jhon replied, standing up, followed by Elizabeth. Nathan remained silent, his eyes still studying the young woman full of doubt. She looked far too young to already be married, let alone to be a wet nurse for someone else’s child.

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.