Thomas Brodie Sangster Nanny Mcphee Novels & Stories

Screams. Smoke. Fire. Blood. Giovanni wiped the blood from his face and got into the car, as if he hadn't caused chaos behind him. He straightened his blue tie and answered the ringing phone. His secretary, Anne, was calling him at the worst possible time. “Mr. Mancini, I'm calling to inform you that the last nanny has quit. We're running out of options. I don't know who to hire if even the trained women in our midst aren't enough.”

Charlotte Gavingstone: Jake's grandmother Victoria Gavingstone: Jake's dead wife Ken Singer: Alice's father David Singer: Alice's half brother Mallory Singer: Alice's half sister Vanessa Singer: Alice's step mother Dave Lake: Alice's boyfriend Kate Godchild: Alice's friend Susan Miller: Jake's head of staff Kelvin and Karl Gavingstone: Jake's children And many more characters you'll love to know. Here's to hoping you'll love this book so much it would be a lovely companion for all your free moments 🍻

“Responsibility? That’s not what you said. You said I’m nothing but a nanny. That I’m nothing. So what are you doing here then? Can’t you see this isn’t your place? Leave, Liam. Here you’re not my boss and I’m not your nanny. I’ll be back in time to work, sober and clear, don’t worry.” Each word was like a stab. But I didn’t back down. I can’t back down. She wanted to destroy herself, but I don’t want my nanny destroyed. “Exactly.” I leaned my face close to hers so only she could hear. “And it’s precisely because you’re my nanny that I won’t allow you to fall apart in this shithole. Now get up and let’s go. I won’t leave without you. Don’t bother insisting.”

The information. "Give me the information," I said as I slid into the seat opposite to him. Cole opened the envelope, brought out photos and documents and placed them on the table across the battered wooden surface. "Adrian Martinez. She's currently a live-in nanny for one Darcy Rodrigo, the billionaire CEO of Rodrigo Industries. She's been on the job for about four months now." I picked up a photograph, a spy image of Adrian laughing with a little girl. Seeing her happy, living a life I thought she didn't deserve, filled me with an uneasy feeling.

“He's a CEO. If you hurt him, no matter what I do I won't be able to keep you out of jail again, Kai. It's not worth it.” We stand there in silence for moments, both of us lost in thoughts until a sly glint appears in Kai's eyes. “What is your role?” I raise an eyebrow, wary about where this is going. “I'm the nanny.” “So you have access to the house?” “I live there.” Kai's face twists in distaste when he hears my reply, but he says nothing about my new living arrangements and outlines his plan. “You'll be my spy, Nova. You'll gather any information you can find on Theodore Thompson's business dealings, and we'll sell it to his rivals and people who want to see him taken down.

"Evelyn?" Lily. She was awake, and her voice carried that particular note of urgency she always had the moment she realized I wasn't in the room. I closed my eyes briefly. Of all moments. I forced myself forward - not too quickly, not too slowly, just another nanny carrying laundry through the east wing. Normal. Everything had to look normal, even as every nerve in my body screamed that nothing about this moment was normal at all. The staircase came into view, footsteps echoing from above, slow and measured, each one landing with the deliberate weight of a man who never hurried, not even when hurrying might have served him better. I looked up. Damian Blackwood stood at the top of the landing

Had I been shot earlier? I heard soft laughter and turned to see the two men from the van, now with their faces uncovered. What was going on? “I’m Death Streeter. And you are?” He raised an eyebrow. “Marimar O-Oquendo, sir.” He nodded. “Miss Oquendo, you passed the trial to be my brother’s nanny.” My head began to ache as I tried to process his words. Trial? Nanny? “Earlier was just a trial to see how strong-willed the applicants are. As you can see, you are the only one who passed. Again, congratulations.”

They couldn’t. Unlike yesterday when only one scene was acted, today, two scenes were scheduled. And thankfully, Ms Kingpin was in both scenes as the lead role, which meant longer filming hours… and more time. More time to watch. More time to be certain. Thirty minutes passed with me watching the boy right from inside my car. Every movement. Every expression. Every small habit felt… familiar. Too familiar. Then it happened. The nanny turned to the right. She was talking to one of the crew members—a guy who clearly fancied her. The way he leaned in, the way she smiled… careless. Distracted. And then he asked for her phone details.

He was younger than she had imagined, perhaps thirty, with the kind of tired, decent face that made the whole situation feel even more like a tragedy than a betrayal. He looked up when she entered with Damien and Marco, and something in his expression broke slightly at the sight of her, an unguarded flicker of shame. You're the nanny, he said. He glanced at Damien. I heard about you. The boy talks now. He does, Aria said. She sat down across from him without being invited to, which she registered Damien noting but not stopping. Tell me about your sister, she said. Tomas blinked, clearly having expected something else.

He just stared, his gaze sweeping over my soaked appearance, my cardboard box, and the laundry basket. "Who let you in?" he demanded. His tone was sharp enough to make the bodyguards shift uncomfortably. "The gate opened," I said, keeping my voice steady despite the intense glare he was giving me. I set my box and the laundry basket down on the floor. "I’m Serenia Buenavista. I'm here about the nanny position." The man looked from me to the chicken nugget slowly sliding down his expensive wallpaper, and then back to me. "You're late," he said bluntly.