Semua Bab Beneath The Billionaire’s Mask: Chasing The Nanny: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Darla stood in the shadows of the bar, her heart pounding with fury. She had witnessed everything—the quiet conversation between Brayden and Penelope, the way Brayden looked at her, and, worst of all, the kiss. Her fists clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she tried to calm the storm raging inside her. “How could this happen so quickly? That woman just got here! It isn’t even up to a week yet and she’s already trying to seduce Brayden!” Darla thought bitterly as she gritted her teeth in anger.She had never been that angry for a while, but the moment Penelope stepped foot into Brayden’s mansion, everything annoys her! She watched as Penelope walked down the hallway, her steps heavy and hurried— Like she was trying to get away from Brayden at all cost.Darla scoffed, “Acting like she wasn’t leaning to his touch some seconds ago. Innocent looking girls always turned out to be sluts! Who would have thought…?” She mumbled underneath her breath.Brayden remained

Brayden leaned back in his chair, his sharp gaze fixed on Luca, who stood before him with his arm still in a sling. The tension in the room was palpable.“I can’t trust anyone right now, Luca,” Brayden said, his voice cold and calculated. “Not a single soul. That ambush? It was too well-timed. Someone betrayed us.”Luca nodded, his expression grim. “Do you think it’s someone on the inside, Don?”“Possibly,” Brayden replied. “But my gut tells me it’s the client from last night. Maybe they decided to double-cross us—take the goods and come back for the money.”Luca’s jaw tightened. “What’s the plan?”“We’re going to find them,” Brayden said firmly, leaning forward. “And when we do, they’ll pay for what they’ve done.”Luca raised an eyebrow. “How do we track them down?”Brayden smirked. “They’ll slip up. People like them always do. Start by gathering the men. I want eyes everywhere—any sign of them, I want to know.”“Understood, Don.” Luca pulled out his phone and started making call

It was a bright afternoon when Darla pulled up outside Anya’s school. She adjusted her sunglasses and leaned back in her seat, scanning the area as children streamed out of the building. Her sharp eyes never missed a thing.Anya skipped toward the car, clutching her backpack. A wide smile lit up her face as she waved to her bodyguard. “Darla! Look, I got a gold star today!”Darla grinned, opening the car door for her. “That’s great, Anya. You’re making me proud. Hop in.”Anya climbed into the backseat and buckled her seatbelt as Darla closed the door. The driver, a quiet man named Gerald, gave a polite nod before starting the car.The ride home began like any other. Anya hummed a tune, swinging her feet as she admired her star sticker. Darla kept her eyes on the road ahead, her instincts always on high alert.But then, without warning, a black van sped up behind them.“Gerald,” Darla said sharply, her eyes narrowing. “Do you see that van? It’s been following us for the last bl

Outside the abandoned building, Brayden’s men had positioned themselves strategically, their weapons drawn and ready. The leader of Brayden’s team, Marco, spoke into a small communication device clipped to his shirt.“Team Alpha, move in. Take them out quietly if possible. No mistakes,” he instructed, his voice low but firm.The men nodded in response, their faces set with determination. They moved silently, taking down the guards patrolling the exterior. Shots were fired, and within minutes, most of the enemies were neutralized. Inside the building, the scarred man’s second-in-command rushed into the room where the leader stood with two other men.“Boss!” he said breathlessly. “We’re under attack! Someone’s here!”The scarred man’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean we’re under attack? Who would dare?”“It’s Giovanni’s men!” the second-in-command exclaimed. “They’ve already taken out most of our guards outside.”“Damn it!” the scarred man cursed, grabbing his gun. “You two, come a

The room was silent except for the soft clinking of metal instruments and Brayden’s ragged breathing. His personal doctor leaned over him, carefully stitching the wound in his side. The bullet had been removed, but the pain was still sharp. Brayden clenched his jaw, refusing to let a sound escape.“Mr. Giovanni,” the doctor said as he tied off the final stitch, his tone firm yet calm. “I’ve warned you before—your condition isn’t stable enough to handle this kind of injury. You’re overdue for surgery. Getting wounded like this could cost you your life. You do act as though you’ve got a spare life elsewhere.”Brayden looked up at the doctor, his gaze steely. “I understand your concern perfectly doctor.,” he said, his voice cold and measured. “But my daughter’s safety comes before mine. If I had to make the same decision again, I wouldn’t hesitate.”“You see Anya, she’s all I’ve got. With my connections, my money and everything, if something happens to Anya, it would all matter le