All Chapters of THE CEO'S PREGNANT NANNY: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

POV: LAURENHe sealed our lips together again, this time slower and deeper, as if he wanted to pull from me all the truths I still wasn’t ready to admit. And maybe, at that moment, I wasn’t ready to understand what was really happening between us either. “Being with you and Theodor has been so good that I’m scared.” My voice came out soft, almost a whisper, as I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. “Scared that all of this will end. That, at some point, you’ll both hate me.” Henry frowned, clearly confused, one eyebrow arching as he stared at me with intensity. “Why the hell would we ever hate you, Lauren?” His voice was firm, but not harsh—just bewildered. “You are the best thing that has happened to us. You brought light into this house, and with our son, you’re only going to fill it with even more love.”

POV: LAUREN“Theo, remember that today you’ll be staying with Grandma while your uncle and I go to the charity event?”“Of course, fairy!” His face immediately lit up, full of excitement. “We're going to bake pies and cakes! And watch movies! Oh, I think Aunt Kate is coming too. She's kind of crazy, but I love her!”I shook my head, laughing, feeling genuine happiness fill my chest at his enthusiasm.“Henry, is there still time to order the security team to stop my friend from coming in?” I joked, throwing him an amused look.He smiled at me, charming and seductive as always, his deep voice sending small shivers across my skin as he replied,“I'll take my chances, Lauren.” His large hand gently ruffled Theo’s silky hair. “Listen to your grandma, don’t stay up too late, and try not to go overboard with the junk food.”“That, I can't promise!” Theodor answered with a loud laugh, skipping down the hallway as he called out excitedly, “Grandma, Grandma! I'm here!”A deep wave of love and c

POV: LAUREN“Wow, you’re still a mess since the last time I saw you.” Violet’s voice dripped with venom, and her cold smile made my stomach churn. My body tensed instantly. I closed my eyes for a second, trying to keep my composure, before turning to face her. The air around me felt heavier, thick with resentment and tension. “Violet.” My voice came out firm, but my heart pounded against my ribs. “I’m done here. Excuse me.” I took a determined step toward the door, eager to escape her suffocating presence as quickly as possible. But she moved fast, blocking my path. Her eyes burned with pure hatred, and her entire presence radiated an aggression that sent chills down my spine. “But I’m not done yet!” Violet's voice echoed through the restroom before her fingers wrapped around my arm. Her long, sharp nails dug into my skin,

POV: LAUREN“Do you understand me?” Ethan’s voice was low but laced with threat. His hand tightened even more around my throat, and I nodded with difficulty, feeling hot, shaky tears stream down my face. He smiled, satisfied, and with a calculated movement, he slid his hand away, leaving my body weakened from the shock. But he didn’t give me room to breathe. He pressed his arm against the wall beside my head, blocking any attempt to escape, his body pressing against mine. The darkness of the room wrapped around us as he leaned in, his warm, repulsive breath brushing against my skin. “Now tell me, sweetheart,” he hissed, his fingers sliding over my face until they reached my lips. His nails dug in slightly, pressing and bruising. His touch was an insult. A warning. “Why did your damn husband come to my company demanding that I hand over control of what’s mine back to you?”&n

POV: HENRYJames carried on, oblivious, focused on his next move in the game. “Must be jammed,” he murmured, finally bothering to look at me with a slight frown. My heart picked up speed. Something wasn’t right. “What?” I asked, furrowing my brow. I forced the door again, trying to turn the knob once more. Nothing. “The door won’t open. It’s locked!” I rubbed my temples, taking a deep breath before grabbing James by the collar of his shirt. “Open the door, James!” “Hey, relax. I had nothing to do with this.” He raised his hands in a defensive gesture, but the amused glint in his eyes only irritated me more. “What the hell are you up to?” I tightened my grip on the fabric, my patience wearing thin fast. “You never apologize—not even when you're a complete asshole. You lured