All Chapters of Beneath The Billionaire’s Mask: Chasing The Nanny: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Penelope Lorenzo’s POV“Please help me!” My voice cracked as I dropped to my knees, clutching at the hem of a nurse’s scrubs. “Please, I’m begging you! My father… he’s dying! Do something!”The nurse took a hesitant step back, her face full of pity but devoid of action to render any sort of help. “Miss, I—I’m so sorry. There’s nothing—”“There’s Nothing?” I screamed at the top of my voice, my voice echoing down the cold hospital hallway. I just didn’t care!“He’s having a stroke! A heart attack! Do you understand? My father, He’s in pain! You have to save him! He is all I’ve got, please!” I yelled more on seeing no one was ready to help me out.“We’re doing all we can,” another nurse murmured, but her words felt hollow. Her gaze darted away from mine, as if she couldn’t bear to look at me.Was I looking so terrible that everyone kept avoiding my gaze? Why wouldn’t they just help me save my father? That’s all I’m pleading for!“No, you’re not doing anything!” I yelled and burst into mo

Brayden Giovanni’s POV“Be careful with her,” I barked as the nurses rushed forward, carrying the unconscious woman into the hospital. My tone left no room for argument.Blood was smeared across her face and arms, her clothing torn in places, revealing deep gashes and bruises. Her head lolled to the side as they laid her on the stretcher. I didn’t miss the faint rise and fall of her chest. She was alive, barely.“Yes, sir,” one of the nurses stammered, visibly shaken by my presence.“Move faster,” I growled, following close behind as they wheeled her toward the emergency ward.The hospital’s fluorescent lights flickered above us, casting a harsh glow on the chaos around me. The moment we entered, the staff seemed to freeze, their eyes darting toward me before scurrying to action. My reputation preceded me, even here.“Get the best doctors available,” I ordered sharply. “I want her stabilized immediately.”“Yes, Mr. Giovanni,” a nurse said, her voice trembling as she rushed to comply.

Brayden’s POVThe morning light spilled over the hospital driveway as Luca and I waited for Penelope Lorenzo to finish her discharge process. I had instructed Luca to handle the hospital fees first thing this morning. It wasn’t a question of cost; it was about resolving the mess I’d inadvertently caused.Penelope finally appeared, her steps slow and hesitant. She was clutching her bag tightly, her wary eyes darting from me to Luca and then back to the car.“Miss Lorenzo,” I said, gesturing toward the black sedan parked by the curb. “This way.”She hesitated, her fingers tightening around the bag’s strap. Then, with a barely audible sigh, she stepped forward and slid into the back seat. I followed, sitting beside her. Luca, as always, took the driver’s seat without a word.As the car pulled away, I felt her shift uncomfortably in her seat. Her silence was heavy, but I didn’t mind waiting.Finally, she cleared her throat, her voice uncertain. “Um…”I glanced at her. “Yes?”“What kind of

Penelope walked up the grand staircase of the Giovanni mansion, her mind replaying the tense encounter with Anya’s bodyguard. She could still feel the disdain in the woman’s glare, sharp and unwelcome. Trying to shake off the discomfort, she focused on her footsteps. But as she neared the upper floor, voices floated through the air.“I told you, Anya, you need to wash your hands first,” an older voice said, gentle but firm.It was Inez, standing near a slightly ajar door. She was speaking to the little girl, who was still clutching her backpack. The bodyguard stood nearby, arms crossed and face set in a stony expression. With the look on her face and the way she has spoken to Penelope earlier, Penelope hesitated.She was unsure whether to interrupt them, but Inez caught sight of her and beckoned her forward.“Miss Lorenzo,” Inez called. “Come here for a moment please.”Penelope sighed, knowing she'd be caught and there’s no running back. She gently descended the final step cautio

Back in Anya’s room, Penelope wiped the crumbs from Anya’s mouth as the little girl yawned sleepily. “That was the best cake ever,” Anya mumbled, her words slurring slightly from exhaustion.“I’m really glad you liked it, Anya,” Penelope said softly, placing the empty plate on the bedside table. “Now, it’s time for bed, young lady.”“But I’m not sleepy,” Anya protested, rubbing her eyes and betraying her words.Penelope chuckled. “Not sleepy, huh? Then why are your eyes barely open?” She asked with a sly grin on her face.Anya shrugged without uttering a word. Penelope took that as her clue and gently guided Anya to lie down on her bed, tucking the blanket around her snugly.“Will you sing me a lullaby?” Anya asked, looking up at her with wide, innocent eyes.“Of course I can. Do you have a favorite or I could pick one?” Penelope asked with a warm smile. “No I don’t. You should pick one. I know it’s going to sound good coming from you since you have an angelic voice.” Anya said, ma