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A Husband For The NANNY

“Congratulations, you have been hired as the personal assistant…” “Really!” Grace exclaimed even before Jace Brandon, the CEO of Brandon Corporations could finish his statement. The growing sparkle in Grace’s eyes did not escape the keen sight of Jace. “To my son,” he completed. “Yes, I’m very much delighted to take up the position of the personal assistant to … your what?!” Grace’s eyes almost popped out of their socket as she completed “son?” listlessly. “You heard me right,” Jace replied coldly as he stared at Grace. “Is that not the same as being employed as your child’s nanny?” Grace asked doubtfully. “If you want to put it that way, yes.” Jace replied nonchalantly. “In other words…” Grace began. “You are officially my son’s nanny, if you accept the offer,” Jace Brandon completed. “If there is nothing else, this interview is officially over.” ********* Grace Fowler, who had always dreamt of becoming a top designer in the biggest designing firm in the country was blacklisted for exposing sensitive company information due to a set up by the ones she trusted the most— her boyfriend and her kid sister. Shattered and battered, she set out for greener pastures in an unknown land and ended up being hired as a nanny to the son of Jace Brandon, the wealthiest billionaire in San Francisco. But the scariest thing was when her job description was gradually amended to not only taking care of the five year old autistic son of the CEO but the widowed CEO himself. What does the future hold for her when suddenly, everything around her begins to change and her past comes calling again with the sudden appearance of her boss’s late wife. Will Grace be able to let go of her past and embrace the joy of fighting for the heart of the man her heart yearns for, or settle for happiness in the arms of Trent, her boss’s cousin, who literally adores the ground Grace walks on?

Beautifiedg1 · Urban
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348 Chs

I Don’t Suffer Losses

Hardly had Wendy ended the call, when the door flung open and three men in black suits with intimidating features, entered the ward.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she gaped at them in shock and was about to scream for help but ended up clasping her palm over her mouth from their threatening glare.

Instantly her initial shock turned to unease as their intimidating auras seemed to loom over her and her frail mother.

She instinctively moved closer to her helpless mother on the bed with a protective instinct.

'Where was Bill for goodness sake? He's supposed to be back by now, or has he been restrained by them somewhere seeing they chose the perfect timing to get in?'

When she could no longer bear the torture from their silence, she summoned courage to speak,

"Who are you? What do you want?" She managed to muster, her voice trembling slightly.

The men exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable beneath their stern facades.