Getting A Mom: Baby Sitting His Daughter
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Desperate for a way out of rejection and poverty, Pearl Augustine accepts a nanny job with an outrageous salary-working for billionaire Ace Warren. What she doesn't expect is his daughter.
Mia Warren is spoiled, sharp-tongued, and feared by everyone in the mansion. Behind her cruelty is a lonely child longing for a mother. As Pearl becomes the only one who can reach her, walls begin to fall-especially those around Ace, a grieving man hiding behind wealth and control.
What started as "just a job" quickly turns into something dangerous: attachment.
Sometimes, healing begins where you least expect it.
Getting A Mom: Baby Sitting His Daughter Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Genesis
Pearl had sent out ninety-three job applications in the past three months.
Ninety-three.
And every single one had finished the same way.
We regret to inform you...
She slumped deeper into the worn armchair, her thumb rhythmically clicking the remote as colours flashed across the television screen.
None of it mattered.
The shows, the noise, the laughter tracks—they were all just background noise for the quiet panic tightening around her chest.
“Why is everything so soul-crushing?” she sighed, her voice echoing in the small apartment. “Not a single thing worth watching.”
Truthfully, it wasn’t the television that frustrated her. It was the silence between the channels—the empty hours of the day that reminded her she was unemployed, unwanted, and slowly becoming invisible.
She was about to press the power button when a sleek, high-definition news graphic caught her eye.
“This is CBN News. Coming up at 5 p.m., an exclusive sit-down with the man behind the empire: Ace Warren, CEO of AW Group. Join us as we talk shop with the world’s most influential billionaire and reigning celebrity icon. Stay tuned for a look into the life of the man who has it all.”
Pearl rolled her eyes.
“Ugh, rubbish.”
Of course, the world had time to celebrate another billionaire.
She stood up, crossing the room to grab a bowl of strawberries, trying to distract herself with a comic book. But before she could finish the first page, the screen went black.
“What the—? I was actually using that!” she yelled.
From across the room, Ella looked up with a dry scoff.
“Using it for what? To torture yourself?”
Pearl pouted, though the frustration behind it was real. Her eyes stung with the pressure she’d been holding in all day.
“At least it was a distraction,” she muttered. “Do you like seeing me sit here like a ghost, staring into space?”
Ella’s expression softened. She ran a hand through her blonde hair and let out a long breath.
“Pearl, honey, I didn’t mean—”
“Do you think I’m happy?” Pearl interrupted, the dam finally cracking. “I sit here all day watching useless movies because I’ve become a liability. I don’t have a job, Ella. I have nothing.”
The words echoed in the apartment, heavier than she expected.
“Pearl, stop.”
“Don’t ‘Pearl’ me!” she snapped, standing up so abruptly the strawberries nearly tipped over. “The rich just keep getting richer while the rest of us are stuck in the mud. Can’t you see it?”
Her voice trembled.
“My degrees, my certificates… they’re just expensive paper. And those bosses? They don’t even look at my CV. They just look at me like I’m a prize to be won in exchange for a paycheck.”
The memory of certain interviews flashed through her mind—lingering stares, inappropriate smiles, the subtle suggestion that “cooperation” could open doors.
Her stomach twisted.
“It’s disgusting.”
She sank back into the chair, sobbing into her hands. The frustration, the humiliation, the exhaustion of trying and failing—it all crashed over her at once.
Ella was by her side in an instant, pulling her into a firm embrace.
“Everything will be fine,” Ella whispered, rubbing her back. “I’m not complaining, am I? That’s what best friends are for. We carry each other.”
Pearl clung to her for a moment longer than she intended.
“But I don’t want to be a burden,” she sniffed.
Her phone chimed suddenly on the coffee table.
Pearl’s heart jumped.
She lunged for it, hope sparking in her chest before she could stop herself.
Maybe this was it. Maybe someone had finally said yes.
The silence that followed felt endless.
“Anything?” Ella asked softly.
Pearl stared at the screen.
The words blurred together for a moment before she forced herself to read them again.
Closed.
Her shoulders dropped as if something inside her had snapped.
“They said I didn’t meet the requirements.”
“Come here, baby.” Ella opened her arms again.
Pearl collapsed into them.
“Listen to me,” Ella said firmly. “You are better than the ‘chosen ones.’ A rejection isn’t a funeral; it’s just a redirection. You have the talent and the fire. Don’t let some HR bot diminish your worth.”
Pearl sniffed, wiping her cheeks.
“A better opportunity is out there,” Ella continued. “Go and claim it.”
Pearl managed a weak smile.
“Thank you, Ella. Truly.”
“Always.” Ella pecked her cheek. “Now eat your strawberries and put on a comedy. Let’s actually laugh for once.”
Pearl nodded, though a quiet doubt still lingered in her chest.
What if there was no opportunity waiting for her?
What if this—this tiny apartment and endless rejections—was all life had to offer?
She pushed the thought away before it could grow roots.
⸻
On the other side of the city, the atmosphere was chilled by central air and marble floors.
Mia swept out of the kitchen, a bowl of cereal in her hand. Her personal maid followed a few paces behind, head bowed, whispering a frantic apology.
“How many times have I told you not to speak while I’m eating?” Mia’s voice sliced through the air.
In one fluid, violent motion, she tipped her bowl, dumping the milk and cereal over the woman’s head.
“That was a bit much, even for you, Mia,” a deep, cool voice said from the staircase.
Ace Warren descended slowly, looking every bit the billionaire the news had just praised.
“She deserved it,” Mia snapped, crossing her arms over her designer loungewear. “I told her to leave me alone, and she had the nerve to spit in my cereal.”
Ace stopped on the final step, his eyes narrowing.
“She did what?”
“I—I’m sorry, sir! I didn’t mean to—” the maid stammered, shaking as milk dripped onto the polished floor.
“I saw her!” Mia shouted, stepping closer to the woman. “She thought I wasn’t looking. She called me a ‘spoiled brat’ under her breath. Is that what we pay her for?”
Before anyone could react, Mia swung the empty ceramic bowl, cracking it against the maid’s temple.
“Did you do it?” Ace asked quietly.
His voice wasn’t loud, but the weight of it froze the entire room.
The maid looked at the floor. A small nod.
“You’re fired,” Ace said flatly.
He didn’t even look at her as he signalled the security near the door. Two men moved immediately, dragging the woman towards the exit.
Ace turned back to his daughter, his expression softening.
“Are you alright? Did she hurt you?”
“I’m fine, Dad,” Mia mumbled, though she twisted her face into a pout. “But I won’t be completely fine until you handle this properly.”
Ace tilted his head slightly.
“What do you want?”
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Getting A Mom: Baby Sitting His Daughter of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6Chapter 7 Ch. 7Chapter 8 Ch. 8
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Chapter 10 Ch. 10
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7.5
To save my family's dying company, I was forced to marry a billionaire I hadn't seen in fourteen years.
But right outside the City Clerk's office, he tossed our marriage certificate at me like a cheap receipt and shoved a four-year-old boy into my arms.
"Your new life has begun. You're on babysitting duty now."
He sneered and left me stranded on the sidewalk. I realized with absolute horror that my new husband was Ellsworth Marshall, the sickly boy I had relentlessly bullied in middle school.
He didn't spend five billion dollars to save the Bradford family. He bought me to execute a slow, suffocating revenge.
He used his orphaned nephew as a pawn, explicitly threatening my father that if I failed to play the perfect, compliant nanny, he would instantly destroy our family's legacy.
He even had his guards lock me out of his Long Island estate on my first night, forcing me to stand in the cold dark just to prove he owned me.
I was trapped in a gilded cage, suffocated by the guilt of my past and the terror of my present.
Why did he involve an innocent child in his twisted vendetta? How much humiliation was enough to pay for my childhood cruelty?
Looking at the terrified little boy clinging to my skirt, I tightened my grip on my suitcase.
If he wanted to destroy my will piece by piece, I had to find a way to survive the monster I created.
8.6
I was the youngest Paladin in history, the absolute pride of the Azure Blade.
But after a disastrous mission in the snow, I was falsely accused of slaughtering my own squad.
Grand Master Bernardo Rowe didn't just exile me; he surgically severed my connection to the magic Aether, turning me into a crippled mortal.
Desperate to survive, I tried to climb the Holy Stairs to reclaim my legendary sword, "Rebellion."
Instead of answering my call, my own blade shrieked in absolute rejection and blasted me down the thousand stone steps.
My bones snapped like dry twigs, and I was left in a pool of my own blood.
The pilgrims laughed at me. The guards declared me a lost cause and left me to rot in the dirt.
I should have died there, betrayed by the Order and the holy magic I once served.
But a silent, massive laborer named Cato Sims dragged my mangled body into the shadows.
He healed my shattered skeleton in mere days with impossible skill, yet he allowed lowly servants to spit on him and beat him just to keep my presence hidden.
I didn't understand why my holy sword had abandoned me, and I understood even less why this stranger was protecting a condemned criminal.
When I finally snapped and demanded to know his price for saving my life, he didn't ask for money or my body.
"The mountain does not forget its debts. I am reclaiming what was taken from it."
Staring into his unyielding eyes, I realized my exile wasn't the end, but the beginning of a terrifying truth.
8.7
Ada was eight months pregnant, sitting peacefully in her husband's Manhattan estate, looking at a baby nursery catalog.
Suddenly, her husband's mistress, Jacklyn, walked in, threw an ultrasound photo on the table, and locked the door.
Before Ada could process the betrayal, Jacklyn dragged her to the top of the marble staircase and threw herself backward just as Desmond walked through the front doors.
"She pushed me, Desmond! She tried to kill our baby!"
Desmond looked at Ada with absolute hatred.
He ignored Ada's breaking water and her agonizing screams for help, leaving her to miscarry on the freezing floor while he rushed Jacklyn to the hospital.
He sent Ada to a brutal federal prison for three years, where she was tortured and left with a body covered in horrific scars, mourning the baby she was told died at birth.
When Ada was finally released, Desmond destroyed her cousin's company to force her back to his estate as a lowly maid.
But when Ada saw Jacklyn's three-year-old son, her world stopped.
Right in the center of the little boy's palm was a faint crescent moon birthmark.
It was the exact same mark Ada had kissed on her own lifeless baby's tiny hand before the doctors took his body away.
How did her dead child become Jacklyn's little prince?
Looking at the woman who stole her life and the husband who threw her in hell, Ada clenched her scarred hands and swore she would tear their world apart to get her son back.
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On our seventh anniversary, while I waited by a candlelit table, I accidentally overheard his mind-link with another woman.
"Seven years is a habit, my dear, not love. She's docile, she'll understand."
He told Seraphina, his new political ally, laughing as he dismissed my entire existence.
I didn't scream or cry. I scraped the anniversary cake into the trash, drafted a formal rejection letter, and walked out of the packhouse.
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He paraded Seraphina around the pack, even handing my hard-earned strategic command over to her—a woman who knew absolutely nothing about war.
When my loyal subordinates protested, he violently suppressed them, declaring my absence a "childish tantrum" and framing me as the bitter obstacle to his destined romance.
He honestly thought I was just hiding in my room, waiting to beg for his charity and accept a humiliating demotion.
He had no idea that I had already crossed the border into enemy territory.
Tonight, I am attending his grand celebration.
Not as the heartbroken mate he discarded, but as the newly appointed Gamma of his deadliest rival, the Sterling Pack.
9.7
I am the Luna of the Blackwood Pack, but my Alpha mate, Ryker, has spent the last six years treating me like a placeholder while publicly pining for his ex, Faye.
When Faye's friends cornered my wolfless daughter and called her a defective embarrassment, I finally used my Luna authority to kick them out.
But instead of defending our child, Ryker stormed in and used his Alpha Command on me.
He forced me to my knees with his raw power, ordering me to apologize to the bullies who had just humiliated our daughter.
When I fought his crushing command and refused, his retaliation was swift and brutal.
He and his mother stripped me of my family's sacred heritage, the Moonpetal Grove, and gifted it to Faye as a reward.
They even tried to force a quack doctor on my daughter, telling me to just accept that she was broken.
The entire pack watched me lose everything, mocking me as the useless, rejected mate.
I had endured his coldness for years, but watching him sacrifice our daughter's safety and my family's legacy for his mistress was the final straw.
How could the Moon Goddess tie me to a man who would so easily destroy his own flesh and blood?
Instead of crying, I pulled out my mother's ancient grimoire and drafted a formal rejection of our mate bond.
And when a terrifyingly powerful, cloaked stranger suddenly appeared to save my daughter's life, carrying a familiar scent of ancient power, I knew my fate was changing.
This time, I wouldn't just walk away. I was going to burn their world to the ground.
