The Billionaire’s Mute Nanny
The Billionaire’s Mute Nanny
She doesn’t speak. He doesn’t trust. But in the shadows of power, silence can be the loudest scream.
Aurora Quinn has no voice—but she never needed one to survive. On the run from a brutal past and desperate to stay hidden, she accepts a job that seems too good to be true: live-in nanny to the reclusive billionaire, Damien Thorne, and his silent, five-year-old daughter.
What Aurora doesn’t know is that Damien isn’t just a man with wealth and secrets—he’s the heir to a powerful and dangerous mafia syndicate, and he’s just as broken and guarded as she is.
Damien is used to control. Power. Obedience. But the moment the mute nanny steps into his mansion, everything shifts. Her silence unnerves him. Her beauty tempts him. And her secrets? They could burn his entire empire to the ground.
As a dark attraction brews between them, enemies from both their pasts close in. Passion turns into obsession. Lies are unmasked. And when danger kicks down their door, Damien must protect the woman he never planned to fall for… even if it means breaking every rule he’s ever lived by.
In a world of crime, betrayal, and forbidden desire, their love could be the ultimate weapon—or the final nail in their coffins. But in the end silence may be the deadliest weapon of all .
Dark. Addictive. Unapologetically sexy.
The Billionaire’s Mute Nanny will leave you breathless, aching, and begging for more.
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Chapter: The Past Returns Aurora sat across from Damien, the space between them heavy with an unspoken tension. The newspaper he had placed on the table in front of her lay open, its bold headline demanding her attention.“Local Heiress Found Dead: Investigation Points to Mafia Ties”The name beneath the headline made her pulse spike—Elizabeth Devereux. Her chest tightened, and a cold sweat prickled her skin as memories she’d buried deep resurfaced. It was her past. The one she had fought so hard to forget. The past that would never leave her, no matter how many years she tried to outrun it.Her fingers trembled on the edge of the table, but she quickly balled them into fists, desperately trying to control the flood of emotions threatening to consume her. Elizabeth had been more than a friend—she had been a sister in every sense, and now… now her death threatened to bring everything crashing down.Damien’s sharp eyes were fixed on her as the silence stretched on. She could feel the weight of his gaze, heavy
Last Updated: 2025-04-22
Chapter: Heated SilenceAurora Quinn stood by the tall windows of Damien Thorne’s penthouse, her back to him, her hands nervously smoothing over the fabric of her black dress. The night air outside was cool, the skyline beyond filled with distant lights, but the heat in the room was overwhelming—thick and suffocating.There was something in the air tonight. She could feel it, a shift that neither of them had acknowledged yet, but was undeniable. It was in the way his eyes lingered on her more often than usual, in the subtle, heated touches that made her breath hitch. Every glance, every brush of his fingers, had sparked something within her, something dark and dangerous.Damien had been different with her lately—closer, more intense. His presence felt like a storm on the horizon, and she was caught in the eye of it. She could feel the pull of his magnetism even now, the weight of his gaze burning into her back as he stood behind her, his breath warm against the nape of her neck.She didn’t need to turn aro
Last Updated: 2025-04-22
Chapter: Without WordsThe storm came suddenly. One moment, the air was still, heavy with the weight of impending rain. The next, the sky cracked open, unleashing torrents of water against the windows. Aurora stood by the window, gazing out at the storm as it raged outside, her heart beating fast for reasons she couldn’t quite explain. The power flickered for a moment before the house was plunged into darkness. The silence that followed was oppressive, thick with the tension that had been building for weeks.She felt it every time Damien was near—this pull between them, undeniable and fierce. Every glance, every brush of his fingers, only deepened the craving. It was dangerous. She shouldn’t want him. He was her employer, the father of the child she cared for. He was a billionaire MAFIA, untouchable and powerful. And she was… well, she was nothing more than a mute woman with a dark past, a secret identity hiding away in his mansion, hoping no one would ever see her for what she really was.But that night,
Last Updated: 2025-04-22
Chapter: Trust and LiesThe receiver clicked gently as she set it down, her face smooth as glass, but her breathing uneven. Damien stared at her—chest bare, skirt still hiked up from the desk, a fading bruise forming on her collarbone where he’d bitten too hard in his hunger. The silence between them stretched like a blade.“What was that?” His voice was low. Dangerous.Aurora didn’t flinch. She never flinched. Her fingers twitched in her lap, stilling only when he moved toward her again, shirt rumpled, belt hanging undone.He grabbed her wrist before she could sign.“Answer me.”Her eyes lifted—calm, distant, unreadable. Like they always were before she stripped him bare. But now there was something else. A shadow.He released her wrist slowly. She stood without a sound, smoothing her skirt, adjusting her blouse with methodical grace. Then she walked to the mirror above the fireplace, pulled a strand of hair behind her ear, and wrote in the dust on the mantle with the pad of her finger.Trust is earned. Not
Last Updated: 2025-04-13
Chapter: He SuspectsThe rules came in the morning.Typed. Clinical. Folded into thirds and delivered by a silent maid who did not meet her eyes.Aurora stood in the doorway of the guest wing, the cool marble beneath her bare feet. She unfolded the sheet with careful fingers, her breath steady, her face unreadable. The paper crackled as it opened, stark black ink pressed into thick white stock.HOUSE RULES — DAMIEN THORNE1.Do not enter the East Wing without permission.2.No staff may use the main pool after 9 p.m.3.You will not sleep in any room other than your own.4.No unsanctioned interaction with Mr. Thorne outside scheduled hours.5.You are to be invisible unless needed.6.No personal use of surveillance systems.7.Do not provoke.At the bottom, a final line was underlined in red ink, sharp and severe:There will be no exceptions.She stared at the words for a moment longer than necessary. Her lips twitched—not quite a smile, but close. Then, with slow, deliberate care, she folded the
Last Updated: 2025-04-13
Chapter: Human or Ghost The shadow moved. Aurora froze. Her breath stilled in her throat, heart thudding against her ribs like a warning drum. The pale blue nightlight Ivy insisted stay on painted everything in soft, flickering hues. And in the corner, just beyond the edge of the curtain— Movement. She didn’t reach for her notepad. She reached for the thin dagger she kept hidden beneath her pillow. It wasn’t paranoia if someone really was after you. She slipped from the bed silently, bare feet soundless on the hardwood. Her hand gripped the blade—not large, but enough to slit a throat if she had to. She stepped forward, muscles tense. The curtain fluttered. She yanked it back. Nothing. The window was cracked open, letting in a ribbon of cold wind. Outside, the cliffs slept beneath mist and stars. But no figure. No man. No monster. Not this time. Still, she didn’t feel relief. She felt watched. She turned slowly, eyes scanning every shadow. Every creak of the walls sounded amplified in her ears.
Last Updated: 2025-04-13
The Billionaire Runaway Heiress Bride
Isabella Moretti was born into power, wealth, and expectation. As the precious heiress of an empire, her life has never been her own. So when her family demands she marry cold, commanding billionaire Sebastian Blackwell to seal a lucrative alliance, she obeys—because that’s what a Moretti does.
But on the night of the wedding, behind the locked doors of their lavish suite, Sebastian is not what she expected. His touch is possessive, his gaze unreadable—but beneath the ice, there’s heat. He makes her feel something she shouldn’t. And when their bodies collide, it isn’t duty—it’s desire and longing.
Still, her heart doesn’t belong to him yet.
It belongs to Luca Rossi—the boy her family cast out, the man she was forbidden to love. Wracked with guilt and confusion, Isabella flees before dawn, still in her wedding dress, and finds her way back to Luca. Their reunion is messy, breathless, and full of longing. One night. One mistake. One more secret.
Days later, Isabella’s world tilts again: she’s pregnant. And she has no idea whose child it is.
Now, torn between a man she never meant to want and fall in love with and the man she never stopped loving, Isabella must navigate a storm of lies, legacy, and longing. Sebastian won’t let her go. Luca won’t give her up. And the child growing inside her may belong to either.
One heiress. Two nights. One impossible choice.
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Chapter: The first love reignited The morning light filtered through the blinds in fractured slashes, casting gold and shadow across the room like a silent storm. Luca stood by the window, chest rising and falling with shallow, uneven breaths. His phone dangled loosely in his hand, the screen dark now—but the message it had delivered still echoed in his mind like a curse.We know everything.But even that wasn’t what was driving him to the edge. Not really.It was her.Isabella.The ghost from a past he could never bury. The woman who had once held his entire world in her hands—and shattered it with a single decision. She had chosen someone else. She had walked away. She had left him behind.And now she was here. Standing in the doorway of his bedroom like a vision he hadn’t dared dream of. Like a sin returning to tempt him one last time.Her wedding dress clung to her like second skin—soaked, torn, her hair damp and tangled, sticking to her pale cheeks. Her eyes, once so soft, now held shadows and secrets. But still—
Last Updated: 2025-04-17
Chapter: Rain in Run The rain came down in sheets—icy, merciless—as Isabella stood beneath the flickering light of an old payphone on 39th Street. Her wedding dress clung to her like wet silk, heavy with regret. Her bare feet were numb against the cracked concrete. The line went dead.She stood there, shivering in her soaked silk and secrets, trying not to fall apart. Her lips still tingled with Sebastian’s kiss. Her thighs ached with the ghost of his hands. Her heart screamed with confusion.She could barely feel her fingers as she punched in the number from memory—one she swore she’d forget, and never could.The line clicked.A pause.Then: “Isabella?”His voice was rough. Sleep-drugged. Confused. Still heartbreakingly familiar.She swallowed hard. “Luca…”A beat of silence. Then sharper, faster—“Where are you?”She glanced up at the faded green sign above the bodega across the street. “Corner of 39th and Granger. Near the old theater.”“What the hell—Isabella, are you okay?”“I ran,” she whispered. “I
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Chapter: Gone in silk and Secrets The silence was deafening.A velvet hush draped over Blackwell Manor as the night ticked toward dawn, but Isabella was wide awake. The fire from the hours before still burned low in her bones—his touch, his mouth, the way he had unraveled her layer by layer like silk. She hadn’t meant to surrender. Not to the cold man with the ice-rimmed eyes. Not to the stranger she had vowed to hate.And yet, here she was.Lying in a bed that wasn’t hers.Wrapped in a marriage that wasn’t love.Naked, save for the ache in her body and the wedding dress half-draped over the edge of the bed like a ghost of what she’d once believed she wanted.Sebastian slept soundly beside her, a sculpted silhouette against the pale sheets. His chest rose and fell in perfect rhythm—so calm, so unbothered, as if he hadn’t just set her world on fire.But Isabella couldn’t sleep.Her heart was a war drum inside her chest. And her thoughts? A storm. Her body still tingled, still ached from what they’d done, but the shame
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Chapter: A wedding night of sin The room was bathed in a soft, silvery light, the moon hanging like a witness to the dark promises about to be made. Isabella stood still, her fingers trembling at the hem of her wedding gown, as if she could tear away the reality of what she had just entered. The weight of the dress felt suffocating, a reminder of vows that had been exchanged like currency, with no warmth behind them, only cold promises sealed with indifference.Sebastian hadn’t said much since they left the reception. The silence between them was heavy, unspoken, but palpable. He was a man of control, of dominance, and that tension—thick and suffocating—grew with each passing second. She had entered this room a bride, but she was leaving it something else entirely.His presence loomed in the shadows of the room, a quiet force that enveloped her. It was like he was everywhere, even in the corners of her mind.“You’re scared,” he said, his voice low, almost cruel in its calmness. There was a teasing edge to it, a remi
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Chapter: Ice in his eyes Fire in his hands The mansion felt empty, too silent as Isabella walked through the corridors, the echoes of her heels like distant thunder. The weight of the wedding gown still clung to her, the lace and satin a constant reminder of the life she had just sealed away. She should have felt relief. She should have felt the triumph of duty completed. Instead, she felt suffocated, like the walls themselves were closing in on her.Sebastian had barely spoken to her after the ceremony. His cold, detached manner had remained in place, and she found herself almost grateful for the silence. He had taken his place beside her, a silent, stoic figure in a room full of smiling faces and forced congratulations. Their union was a business arrangement, everyone knew it, and everyone played their part.But now, in the solitude of the private suite, the air between them was thick with something else. Something palpable. Something that felt more dangerous than any contract.Isabella stood at the foot of the bed, her hand
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Chapter: The Vow she never Choose The cold air of Blackwell Enterprises’ towering skyscraper chilled Isabella Moretti to the bone as she stared at the contract before her. The legal papers were pristine, clinical, and impersonal. The ink on the pages was her fate, her legacy, and her life. She could feel the weight of her family’s expectations pressing down on her like a heavy shroud, but the cold man sitting across from her, Sebastian Blackwell, seemed unfazed.The room was silent except for the faint rustle of papers being shuffled as Sebastian read through the contract. He was perfect in every way—distant, composed, utterly untouchable. It was no wonder her father had chosen him for her. They were a perfect match in a world where emotions were mere distractions.Isabella glanced up at him, her fingers trembling as she reached for the pen. She had always known this day would come. A marriage of convenience. A business transaction disguised as a union. And yet, in this moment, her heart felt like it might break into
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