The Billionaire's Nanny

The Billionaire's Nanny

HeedahWrites

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Sophie Smith, a young woman struggling to find a job to pay off her debts decides to become a Nanny to the daughter of a single father and a successful billionaire Hardin Anthony Hardin has been threading on the single life for four years and he can't help but start to grow feelings for his daughters beautiful Nanny. He wants her and he's not going to let anything or anyone gets in his way.

Chapter 1 Prologue

Guy's, I wrote this book when I was barely 15 and it'll definitely has lot of errors but I'm making some changes on it,I hope you all give it the support it needs. XOXO ❤️

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Sophie POV

"Okay, it's cool Sophie, this man needs a nanny and he's chosen you, you of all people"

I stand in front of a huge Mansion,my mouth wide agape at where am standing.

"No job would pay me this much in my life time" I sigh, ready to press the buzzer but then I quickly pulled my hand back and take a deep breath.

I go for the button again but stopped when I hear a voice.

"Are you done taking to yourself, beauty?"

"Oh my!" I breathe out. " I'm going crazy" I whisper.

"No you're not" the voice chuckles." What's your name?" The deep voice questions.

"Sophie Sm-mith" the door then opened. " I'm going in now, okay?" I walked carefully.

I was now in the house and I was shocked to what I saw.

This man is some type of Greek God, He's clad in black suit which shows every muscle on his body and his dark hair is in a man bun.

Oh my God!, He's crazily handsome, he's burning of hotness.

"Wow, you're my daughter's nanny, my name is Hardin and my baby girl is having a nap at the moment" I shake his rather large hand and he turned to closes the door.

Once he's closes the door, I turn round to face him "I'm Sophie" I nod.

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