The CEO's Daughter's Nanny - Where is my Child?

nding her days surrounded by children, she always put off having her

had bought a house and finall

rarely arrived home in time for dinner. Most ni

s always delighted to serve him. She was just happy to have hi

ve children, Pie

rudely, "We're not read

we both work,' Viviane

re clatter against the plate. "Besides, I dipped into our savings fo

ur money witho

the table. "I'm done. This food is disgust

ping the mess from the kitchen tiles. She gripped the whi

r cared to ask about her day, never gave h

ld to please her. Sitting alone at the table, she realized she had been happier back wh

n, he had risen to take part in board meetings with one of the most powerful hotel CEOs. Pietro loved

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zy spell might send her tumbling down. She thought that sharing her news would make he

e said into the phone. "I bought

bed, unaware his wife wa

spend a week in Los Angeles," he said, a spark of excitement in his t

reason her marriage had grown so cold. She placed a h

u doing here

ng to steady her trembling legs. "Wh

ng glance. "I'll be in the State

u were talkin

over her, blocking her way. G

t your

ject! Were you eavesd

Pietro had lost control twice before bu

ke your

" he snarled, yank

lled the belt from his waist,

lifted her hands in d

elt slipped f

e face, hoping for some trac

t!" He pointe

s to me. I'm carr

housand times.

he wardrobe, pulled it on, and storm

ghtly as she could and let her t

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dip. He reeked faintly of liquor. Pietro's straigh

cular man pressing her down into the bed. She kicked and pushed against his back, but her head spun when Pietro struck her jaw. Her vision blur

il voice broke. "You're hurt

you frig

g her sobs. Planting his feet against the m

an clawed at his arms; he only grunted, driving deeper before pulling back. Tears str

ghed, too w

by?" Pietro panted, st

whispered, strug

rolled to her side with a huff. "You'd better get rid of th

Pietro's breathing grew heavy before deciding to escape. Sh

idn't think twice. She packed a bag, called a taxi, and wen

t on the hospital bed, stroking her stomach. She watched the IV drip, drop b

ntle voice whisp

ng here, Mom?" sh

on business. He asked

ing against the halogen light. Without

ville. As she stepped out of the car, her mother's voice followed her, calm but in

n't,

ent straight to the bedroom

t the end of the world,

hair and lines etched deep into her face,

resses too. It didn't

live wi

ing on the bed. She was determined to start over. Life

once she was settled, she would let her mother know. With a knot in her

and ordered dinner at the restaurant downstairs. On the road

d vegetables, her hand resting protectively over her

man arguing with the waiter. His

ned her, startling her. "Why are you looking a

her eyes back to her plate. She had enou

lsch," the manager said softly. "The

uld hire comp

s,

throat and set a single red flower on the table, along with a card tha

he same after treating her badly. Her heart had no

ssed the flower and the stranger's card in