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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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344 Chs

YOU ARE NOT MY BOYFRIEND!

We don't have time on our hands, Doctor. Why don't I see the person?" Bill requested, exasperatedly.

"That is not possible. The person specifically requested for Ms Fowler," the doctor replied  helplessly.

Taking a deep breath, Grace steeled herself and turned to the doctor. "Alright, I'll see the donor. Where is he?" she asked confidently despite the turmoil she felt inside.

"Grace…" Wendy said, shaking her head.

"Trust me, Wendy. I know what I'm doing," Grace said with a reassuring squeeze on Wendy's arms.

Wendy had no choice but to nod solemnly when she saw that Grace's mind was made up. 

She felt both relieved and at the same time guilty for what she was pushing her friend into. This was the last thing she wanted. 

If she had her way, she would prefer to be the one to take her place, but that scum of a human did not want her, instead he insisted on her friend.