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I've created a monster. “I am your nanny not your woman”. I spat viciously. “A nanny who waits for her boss seductively in red lace lingerie? I think not. You look like a willing whore Victoria, a kept woman. A nanny knows to put her fucking clothes on”. The revelation descended on me like a pile of bricks as the realization dawned on me. I was in my underwear. I looked down and swiftly covered myself with the sheets. “No need for that Victoria, I've seen each and every bit of your skin. I know your body”. He seemed amused at my desperate attempts to be decent.

Mawar smiled softly as she looked at her only son. “Why did you take so long?” she asked. “The traffic was terrible, Mom,” Nathan replied as he sat beside her. “I went to the nursery earlier. The nurse said the woman who donated her milk for my baby is here,” Nathan said, glancing around the room. But he didn’t see the woman in question. “Yes, Nathan. We’ve already met the woman who donated her milk for your child,” Mawar replied, turning her gaze toward Elizabeth.

Chloe rolled her eyes in a not so childish manner. "Go to your room, Chloe," the butler said calmly. Chloe pouted, "Daddy said he doesn't need a nanny again so I don't want one." Oh no, sorry princess but I'm not losing my job, she taunted mentally while observing the scene unfolding before her. "Your dad asked me to get a new nanny before he gets back," the butler tried desperately to explain. "I'm gonna call daddy right now and have him fire her butt." Natalie looked surprised when the kid pulled out her iPhone—the latest model—and proceeded to call her father.

Mrs Jenkins says and starts to close the door. Immediately, I start walking around the room, checking for all my properties and enjoying the feeling of luxury against my skin. After that, I sit on the soft bed and reach out for the nanny handbook, which contains all the information I need to know about my new job, and I go straight to the page about my employer. What does someone have to do to afford such luxury? Before I can start reading, my door slowly slides open and a young girl with curly blond hair and a bright pink dress runs in and climbs on the bed besides me.

the nanny said, Anita's eyes narrowed, her voice filled with a dangerous edge. "Your personal matters should never interfere with your responsibilities. I expect better from you. Mark's welfare is of utmost importance." Anita said, The nanny nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "I understand, Mrs. Alfredo. It won't happen again." the nanny said.apologetically Anita's stern expression softened slightly, realizing the nanny's remorse. She turned her attention to Mark, who was clinging to her leg. "Come, Mark. Let's go to the kitchen and find you a snack." the nanny said,

45 Emilia’s POV The mall was busy for a weekday morning, but I had promised myself a little bit of shopping. I needed a distraction—something to clear my head and make me feel a tad bit normal. I’d finally received my first paycheck as Francesca’s nanny, and while it wasn’t a lot, it was mine. I felt a strange sense of pride as I held the crisp bills in my wallet, like I had achieved something tangible on my own.

the woman said and I held out my hand and Alex gave me the bottle Two guys picked the boys up and left as I started feeding Emily "Thanks for coming," Alex said "No problem," I said Once I was done feeding Emily I put her in the crib. When I turned around Alex was right in front of me. I quickly moved away and went to the door. "Where are you going?" The woman asked "Home," I said "Please stay I want to get to know the new nanny," the older guy said "Oh," I said but smiled and nodded my head. We went to the living room "So you're the one who made that delicious Lasagna?" A younger guy asked

I looked at that child — the so-called ‘key’ to everything — and felt the weight of all the threats piling on top of me. “You really are useless. Can’t even get a baby to stop crying?” I barked, walking up to the nanny with firm steps. I pointed my finger right in her face, completely out of patience. “You’re driving me insane with this screaming! Look at this dress. Do you know how much it costs? It was custom-made by one of the most expensive designers in Seattle. You think I’m going to ruin it because of some drooling baby?” “B-but ma’am…” the nanny stepped back, going pale. Her wide eyes gave away the fear, but she couldn’t meet mine. “She’s your daughter…”

“Where is Mama? I don't want to go with you. You are so mean. Please, bring my mama for me.” “Enough,” I snapped. They froze. And looked at me in fear. Silence hung for one breath, then another. The nanny’s shoulders shook. “They are scared,” she said softly. “They do not understand. If you want them to keep moving, don't yell at them again. And please, give them food.” “And I do not care,” I replied. “You are lucky to still be alive by now. Warn them. Don't you provoke me because you won't like what I’ll do to you.”

I veered close to get a hold of a way out of the kitchen, Sara stood there and listened to my footsteps switching to the side, apparently when I strolled further away, she whispered, "Andres!!" My feet slowly turned back the moment I heard her call out to me, and followed the sound of her voice, not quite long, the power came on, but Sara was nowhere to be found. "Nanny!!! Where are you?" I anxiously called out to her, yet no answer, my eyes derailed off and fell on a piece of a letter placed at a stool in the kitchen, that reads, "if you want to save your precious nanny!! Come meet me at Manali cottage and be careful not to go to the police!!! Or else, your nanny will die before you even ge