Whispers of the Forgotten

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wanted a summer job exclusively. Something silent. Something easy. I so assumed it would be simple when I was recruited to babysit a little child in the Hamptons. Then I met Felix Black, his father. chilly. Quiet. Too attractive. His eyes seemed to be concealing storms. Sparks flew whenever we talked. My heart pounded each time he touched my hand. I told myself not to fall, however. My employer was him. A wealthy guy whose background is too extensive for someone like me. Then, one wet evening, a shift occurred between us. His ex-wife, who should have been dead, is really alive, which I discovered just when I believed I could trust him. Additionally, she is using something sinister as blackmail that might destroy our relationship. I now have to choose between fighting for the truth and escaping his secrets.

Modern Secret relationship Housekeeper Romance

Chapter 5 Initial Dinner

06-17 04:56

Chapter 1 The Summer Job

Nadia's Pov

"Nadia, are you certain about this? It is located in a remote area.

Emma, my best friend, gazed at me through my phone's small screen. As if she didn't trust this plan, her voice cracked slightly. I also didn't have complete faith in it.

Whispering, I stuffed my sketchbook into my old backpack and said, "I just need the money." "For three months. That's all.

Behind me, the train doors closed. I saw the city disappear as buildings gave way to open fields and trees. I had a constricted chest. Silence wasn't familiar to me. or space.

I couldn't get the advertisement out of my head: *Nanny needed for live-in. Quiet home. One child. Immediate start. High pay.*

Too good to be true? Maybe. But I was out of options.

When the train halted in the Hamptons, a driver with a tiny sign that read "NADIA SMITH" was waiting for me. He didn't say much. Just grabbed my luggage and motioned toward the dark automobile.

The mansion emerged after a long, twisting drive bordered by huge trees. It wasn't a home. It was a castle.

White stone. Giant windows. So silent I could hear the birds fighting in the trees.

"Welcome to Black Estate," the driver added.

I walked out, my feet sliding onto soft gravel. The sun was dazzling, yet the air seemed frigid. Not chilly like winter. Cold like someone inside didn't want me there.

The door opened.

There he stood.

Felix Black, Mr.

tall. dark hair. Observant eyes that never blinked. He was not smiling. didn't say anything. looked at me as if I had knocked on his door to offer him cookies.

At last, he said, "You're the nanny?"

Indeed. Nadia Smith. I extended my hand.

He examined it. didn't shake it.

"Grayson is inside."

Then he turned to go.

That was it. You're not welcome. Thank you for coming, but no. Nothing.

I went into the home.

It had the scent of lemon polish and spotless flooring. The ceilings resembled a cathedral with their length. The furnishings seemed pricey. chilly.

Near the steps, a lady in a black uniform greeted me. She was elderly and had tight gray hair. "My name is Ellen. A cook and a housekeeper. Come with me.

There are also no smiles here.

She ushered me into the play area.

He was there. Grayson.

A boy, maybe five years old. seated alone with wooden blocks on the floor. When I walked in, he didn't look up.

Ms. Ellen continued, "This is Nadia, Grayson."

No response.

I got on my knees next to him. "Hello, Grayson. Your skyscraper appeals to me.

Nothing has changed. Adding to his stack, he scooped up another brick.

With a sigh, Ms. Ellen walked out of the room.

I sat quietly next to him. I made no attempt to speak again. I just began constructing a little tower of my own beside his. Block by block.

I gave him a glance. He glanced at my tower.

also included a brick.

I just needed it.

They showed me to my room that evening. Away from everyone else, on the third story. Nice. White linens. A single window overlooking the garden.

Staring at the ceiling, I laid in bed.

Something didn't feel right.

Not just the quiet.

There were no photos of the home. No pictures of the family. There are no drawings on the refrigerator. No hue.

Only white. Gray, empty.

I had trouble falling asleep.

I moved silently along the corridor.

Then I noticed it.

A door. right in the end.

locked.

I leaned in. There was something... off about it. I was unable to describe it.

I turned to go-

and came to a halt.

I wasn't alone myself.

At the other end of the corridor appeared Mr. Black.

barefoot. Crossed arms.

observing me.

"What are you doing?" He spoke softly.

"I-I was unable to sleep." I was only strolling.

His gaze remained fixed. "Avoid going near the door."

I gave a nod.

He moved passed me and headed for the stairs.

Then stopped.

He replied, "You're here to look after my son." "Just nothing else."

I remained silent. I was unable to.

He vanished down the stairs.

I quickly turned around and headed back to my room.

My heart pounded.

Something was behind that door.

He didn't want me to discover it.

I gazed at the letter I was holding. The paper was thin and somewhat wet, as if it had been firmly gripped before being placed under my door. As I read the words again, my fingers shook.

**"She's still alive."

*She* was who?

Why leave it to me, too?

I hurried to the door, opened it, and glanced to my left, then to my right. There was nobody in the hallway. Quiet. The end's locked door remained closed, just as it had been before.

My heart was beating faster now. My intention was to return and knock on Mr. Black's door. What was going on? I wanted to ask him. Something, however, warned me not to. There was something in his eyes. That icy warning.

After tucking the message inside my sketchbook's back, I climbed into bed. It was difficult to fall asleep.

I hurriedly got ready the next morning and headed directly to the playroom. There was Grayson already, sitting by himself with his blocks once again. When he spotted me, his eyes briefly brightened before becoming dark once again.

Like previously, I took a seat next him and began to build.

He went a block ahead of me.

"How was your sleep?" I asked him quietly.

He gave a nod.

I looked around. "Has anybody visited your room last night?"

He gave a headshake.

"Grayson... Are you aware of who "she" is?

He froze his little hand in mid-air.

With one quick sweep, he moved his blocks aside after giving me a brief glance. The room reverberated with the sound. Without saying a word, he got up and fled out the door.

I called his name and followed him along the long corridors. My footsteps reverberated. It seemed to not want me there as the quiet became heavier.

Then his voice came to me.

A murmur.

emanating from the barred door.

I moved in closer.

"Mom?"

Grayson spoke in a little voice, like to a private prayer. He touched the locking wood with both hands.

I let out a gasp.

He spun around quickly, his terrified eyes wide.

He said, "Nadia, you shouldn't be here."

A sound from the other side of the door interrupted me before I could say anything.

A gentle tap.