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He Chose The Nanny, I Chose Revenge

Author: HOLLY HUNT

Chapter 1

Word Count: 823 | Released on: Today at 19:34

heavy oak door of he

heels, letting her bare fee

tight space between her eyebrows. Fourteen hours of grueling board meetin

ud echoed from d

from the

piercing scream ripped th

pped. Her heart kic

he sprinted down the hallway, her bare

lf-open glass doo

sharp plastic Lego bricks cover

dge of the rug. His small arms were wrap

e he had hit the edge of the wooden bookshelf. His eyes were wide and swimmi

mn, the nanny's five-year-old daug

wailing at the top of her lungs. There w

Legos, the heavy mahogany door

ushed into

ok at Clara. He d

e crying little girl in

n of a second, a flicker of something unreadable in their d

t with a heavy thud as he slid

His voice shook. His hands were actually trembli

her arms around Chadwick's neck an

rs directly into the lapel

doorway. A cold, unnatural

anic radiating from his body was entir

he carefully stepped over the scat

her son's chin up. The welt on h

her, his lower lip trembling as he w

lara asked. She kept he

on. She pulled her face

med, pointing a chubby finge

head snap

five-year-old son. The panic in his expr

ped. "We do not put our hands on girls.

re truck tighter. His

ed back, his voice crac

o's left hand an

on indentations dug into the

ld Leo's bleeding hand

Clara said. Her voice was ic

Leo's hand. He swallowed hard, his gaze

adjusted his exp

character," Chadwick said. His

ng Autumn effortle

erial ointment," Chadwick sa

oom, carrying the nanny's

oom. She pressed her fingernails i

. A loud sob tore

ed his face in Clara's stomach, hi

pped her arms around him. She pres

shock in her chest was slowly hardeni

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“Clara came home from a fourteen-hour board meeting to the sound of a piercing scream in the playroom. When she rushed in, she found her husband, Chadwick, kneeling on the floor in a panic. But he wasn't looking at their five-year-old son, Leo, who had a massive bleeding welt on his forehead. Instead, Chadwick was trembling as he held the nanny's daughter, Autumn, who barely had a microscopic scratch. "She needs ice. And antibacterial ointment," Chadwick snapped, carrying the nanny's daughter away and leaving his bleeding son behind. From that moment, the nightmare only escalated. Chadwick ordered Clara to cook a three-hour meal for the nanny's kid, threw away Leo's favorite toys because Autumn sneezed, and even secretly took the nanny and her daughter on Leo's promised Disney trip. The final humiliation came at the Met Gala. Right before their sponsor speech, Chadwick received a frantic call from the nanny claiming Autumn was having a panic attack. He abandoned Clara in front of hundreds of flashing cameras, sprinting out of the ballroom. Clara stood completely alone, the humiliation eating through her veins like acid. She couldn't understand how a father could call the nanny's kid his "little princess" while watching his own son cry. Why was he treating his own flesh and blood like garbage just to play savior to another woman's child? Suddenly, the blinding camera flashes were blocked by a massive shadow. Erasmo Chase, the heir to New York's largest financial dynasty, stepped out of the darkness and shielded her. "A man like that is unworthy of your grief, Ms. Best," he whispered, pressing a silk handkerchief into her trembling hand. Looking at the sharp profile of the powerful man beside her, Clara's shock hardened into a lethal, cold fury. She was going to dump her family's shares, crash the board, and make Chadwick lose absolutely everything.”