Chapter 3 - Eighteen Nannies
A flicker of deep relief and uncharacteristic vulnerability softened Dominic’s harsh, intimidating gaze as he stared at the young maid kneeling on his marble floor.
“Eighteen nannies ran away,” Dominic revealed in a soft, quiet tone, his broad chest rising and falling heavily. “Eighteen certified child specialists quit within two days, claiming my son was an unmanageable monster. You’re the first to actually look at my son.”
Clara turned her face slightly toward Dominic while keeping one arm protectively wrapped around Noah, who leaned his small forehead against her shoulder.
“I’m not running away, Mr. Vale,” Clara said in a quiet, resolute whisper.
Dominic stared at her for a long, silent moment. Clara Reed had only been hired three days ago through a third-party domestic agency as a junior housekeeper. She was supposed to clean the east wing, far away from the private family quarters.
Yet here she was, bleeding slightly under her uniform, comforting a child whom the entire city considered broken and violent.
“Get up, Clara,” Dominic ordered softly, stepping around the puddle of water and offering his large, warm hand to help her stand. “Your salary is multiplied by five starting today. You are no longer a maid. You are Noah’s personal guardian.”
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Up on the second-floor balcony, partially hidden behind a marble pillar, Head Nanny Evelyn Vance clutched her velvet skirt, her sharp face twisting into a hideous sneer of pure hatred as she watched Clara gain the billionaire's absolute trust.
👉 Evelyn leaned over to the mansion’s chief butler, whispering a cruel command that would trigger a nightmare for the innocent maid.
