Beneath The Billionaire's Mask: Chasing The Nanny

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e hospital bed, staring blankly at the wall in fro

essing me down, but nothing could compar

t me the moment I discovered my father could

dn't cry. There were

into my thoughts and the silence of t

r. Brayden Giovanni. The stranger who brought me here, who claimed to hav

he asked, his vo

eless. "Am I okay?" I repeated, shaking

eyes watching me intently.

rything. My father..." My voice cracked, but I refuse

iately. His silence only mad

looking back at the blank wall. "No one to t

ed closer, stopping a few feet

d bitter. "Don't pretend you

his voice steady. "I don't

t him. "What... What

father's medical history, your struggles, your attempts to do the right thi

ntrue, but because they reminded me of h

thing I could to save him. I begged, I pleaded..." My hands clenched th

ce was overwhelming, but oddly, it didn'

an most would,"

d, my voice cold. "He's gone. I have

y chest. "Do you know what that feels like? To lose

yes softened-just a fraction-as if

is voice softer than before. "Not the same wa

to. Talking felt like reopenin

ke again. "Miss Lorenzo, t

taken aba

th certainty. "If I hadn't... maybe you wouldn't have been h

hitting me like a tidal wav

ed," he continued, "but I c

things right? How exactl

ls," he said without hesitation.

silence. For a moment, I

ered, my voice

t the expenses," he said firm

words sinking in. "Why would you do

voice steady. "I take res

deception. But his expression was unreadabl

e's more,

furrowe

ering yo

in the air like

ith disbelief. How could I just believ

he said

f I'd heard correctly. "Yo

med, his gaze no

im, my mind racing. "Why

for another time," he

t angry. My life was already in shambles, and now this stran

oughts a whirlwind o

Giovan

o was unlike anyone I'd ever met. Despite her brokenness

. She'd been through hell,

owed through. And now, I had set somethin

" I asked, brea

de eyes filled with questio