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The Nanny's Vengeance, A New Life

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 792    |    Released on: 08/07/2025

rk wasn't just a payout; it was my war chest. In my first life, I poured my soul into my art, only

businesswoman who saw the world not in colors and shapes, but in assets and opportunities. I bought undervalued properties in up-and-co

incident, a different kind of tragedy struck. A former colleague, Daniel Thompson's older

med with grief and the sudden responsibility of raising his nephew. When I heard the news, I reac

umstances. He saw a strength in me he admired, an

ked at him, I didn't see the ghost of the boy who betrayed me.

me Liam' s primary guardian. It wasn' t a sacrifice this time; it was a c

ent spark in him. He was creative, charismatic, and loved to perform. So, I nurtured that. I enrolled

, integrity, and the importance of choosing your own family. I told him, in age-appropriate ways, about a wo

r. He started with commercials, then guest spots on TV shows, and by the tim

lden Globe Awards. He was nominated for Best Actor f

time it was clean, untainted by impending doom. Daniel sat on my other side, his hand resti

nists, and a famous, successful young man named Liam would be an irresistible target. They woul

for eighteen years. I wasn't just a

y was announced, I

ns tonight, I' m proud

ull of love and trust. "I

velope. "And the Golden Gl

d made his way to the stage. As he stood at the podium, a vision of s

s I pr

tisfaction. They were older, but their aura of arrogant entitlement was unchanged. They started walki

ly rising on the second act. An

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“The grand hall buzzed, thick with the scent of champagne and success, a celebration for my son Liam' s tech company going public. My heart swelled with fierce pride, eighteen years of sacrifice culminating in this moment. Then, the main doors swung open, and I saw her: Olivia, my best friend, whom I' d watched die eighteen years ago, right after giving birth. Beside her stood Mark, my ex-fiancé, who' d abandoned me weeks before our wedding. They walked towards the stage like they owned it, and Liam, my son, beamed. "Please welcome my mother, Olivia Hayes, and her husband, Mark Johnson!" My mother. The words punched me. I watched, frozen, as Olivia embraced Liam on stage. "Some of you may know Susan Miller," Olivia announced, pointing directly at me as cameras flashed. "We faked my death and gave her our son to raise, to see if she would sacrifice everything for him. And she did!" Laughter rippled through the crowd, a grotesque mockery of my life. Mark added, "Now, the test is over. It' s time for our son to come home, to his real family." My eyes darted to Liam. No warmth, no love, only cool, dismissive pity. "Thank you for everything, Susan. You were a great nanny. But it' s time for me to be with my real parents." Nanny. Eighteen years of lullabies, scraped knees, and unwavering love reduced to a job title. The betrayal ripped through me, stealing my breath, and I collapsed into darkness. Then, the sharp, antiseptic smell of a hospital. The rhythmic beep of a machine. I was back. Back on the day Olivia gave birth. The day my life was stolen.”
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