Mr. Romeo's Unexpected Nanny's Wife

"C'mon, Dad, we're going to be late for school!" Noel shouted at his father, who lay motionless on his bed. "Daddy! Daddy! I can't find my toothbrush!" Kayla screeched with excitement. No one knew what was so exciting about that. "Dad! Junior just peed on his bed... and he's crying so hard!" Janietta yelled from the baby's room. Mr. Romeo looked completely frustrated as he listened to their complaints. "What!" he shouted weakly, almost in tears. Gosh. These children were a handful. He pried his eyes open a little and gazed at the wall clock. "Fuc—" He cut himself off the moment he remembered the kids were in the room. It was almost 7:00 a.m. And he still needed to get them ready before eight, dress them, prepare their breakfast and lunch, and also get himself to work… all before 8:00 a.m. He quickly jumped out of bed and tied his robe. "The three of you, take off your clothes and line up in the bathroom. I'm bathing all of you at the same time," he instructed before dashing off to attend to his wailing nine-month-old baby. ?????? Meet 30-year-old David Romero. Father of four beautiful kids. And yes, a single dad. His children: Noel, 8; Kayla, 5; Janietta, 10; and Junior, a nine-month-old baby. They are a handful. He lost his precious wife during the delivery of his last baby precisely nine months ago. He has been taking care of his kids ever since, and trust me when I say it has been hell. His kids virtually have minds of their own. It is very hard for David to cope with all of this and his new job as the supervisor of Duvel Company. The responsibilities are simply more than he can handle. Getting a new wife would be hell, because his kids do not want a new mommy. What about a nanny? Duh. They definitely don’t want one either. To them, it’s supposed to be just them and their Daddy. But David is not ready to do this alone. He definitely needs assistance.

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Chapter 2

DAVID

She sat beside me while I drove, and I couldn’t help but marvel at her beauty.

I wonder why she cried over losing her money. It was just a hundred.

But I guess it meant a lot to her.

She looked gloomy, and I wished I could brighten that smooth face.

My phone buzzed. A message popped up.

I checked it. It was from my colleague, Alicia.

📩 You’re almost late for lunch, babe.

I shrugged and pocketed my phone. Lunch?

Speaking of lunch, my kids must be starving.

And for the record, Alicia is just a female friend who hasn’t met my kids.

If she had, she wouldn’t keep pushing her feelings.

I know she has feelings. Every woman in this town who knows me has a crush.

I’m charming— you can say that again.

Single mothers and even the principal of my kids’ school have a liking for me.

And that’s something I never want my kids to know.

They don’t like seeing me with other women. They don’t even like me talking to their classmates’ moms.

I don’t know why.

Their rule is always the same: Do not get involved with ladies. They do not want a second mommy.

Wait.

My brain snapped back to reality.

I turned in bewilderment to the lady sitting beside me.

"What? Is there a problem?" she asked.

She had noticed I was staring at her weirdly.

"N-Nothing…" I swallowed hard.

There’s a lady beside me.

And we’re both on our way to pick up the kids.

Why didn’t I think of this earlier?

My kids are going to fry my hair.

THE KIDS

"I’m hungry…" Kayla complained bitterly as they waited outside the school gate.

She was running out of patience.

"How long does it take someone to drive down here!" Janietta almost shouted.

"Maybe he’s buying us a surprise food pack," Noel said excitedly.

He’s a total foodie.

Janietta scoffed.

"The day you stop thinking about food all the time is the day you’ll mature."

"Whatever…" Noel rolled his eyes.

"Wait… I think I see Dad coming."

A smile spread across Janietta’s lips.

"Yay!" Kayla jumped joyfully as their father’s car stopped in front of them.

David stepped out, greeted by their smiling faces.

But not for long.

Their smiles turned into frowns when Rosianna stepped out too.

"Who’s she?" five-year-old Kayla asked, puzzled.

"I think Dad has some explaining to do…" Janietta muttered.

DAVID

"Dad, what took you so long?" they chorused, looking almost angry.

"Hey, I’m sorry, kids… I got held up in something," I explained.

"Something? Or her?"

Janietta frowned, glaring at the lady standing beside my Jeep.

I realized I didn’t even know her name.

"What? No, no. She—"

"Daddy, is she your girlfriend?" Noel asked suddenly.

"Hahaha… no, no, she isn’t—"

"If she isn’t, then who is she? And why was she sitting in the front seat with you?"

Janietta ranted, leaving me speechless.

Before I could stop her, Janietta charged toward the lady.

Oh God. What kind of child is this?

"Janietta, come back here!" I whisper-yelled, but she didn’t hear.

Soon enough, Kayla followed.

And then Noel.

"These kids are going to be the death of me…" I muttered, half laughing, half crying.

ROSIANA

I was observing the school compound when a little girl’s voice caught my attention.

I turned and saw three kids marching toward me.

They must be his kids.

"Hey, miss," the oldest girl spoke, looking up at me with a serious face that almost made me laugh.

"Hi…" I smiled politely.

"Who are you? What are you doing with our dad? How do you even know him? Where did you meet him? And most importantly, why were you sitting in my seat in my dad’s car?!"

"Whoa! Slow down, fiesty. Too many questions. Which one am I supposed to answer first?"

I was shocked. This girl was dead serious.

"Were you trying to kidnap my daddy?"

The younger girl asked softly, almost in tears.

Gosh. What is this?

He was the one driving, not me.

"No darling, I wasn’t. Something happened, and I’d like it if you let Daddy explain."

I gently patted her cheek.

"Daddy is a big guy. He can’t be kidnapped, okay?"

She giggled and ran back to her dad.

Aww. What a sweet little girl.

I looked up and saw the older girl still glaring at me.

"I swear, girlie, I wasn’t doing anything with your father."

She still looked suspicious.

I can’t handle this alone.

Her dad better come here and explain himself.

I looked over and saw him talking to the younger girl.

"Mr. David, please… your attention is needed here," I called out.

That was a mistake.

The older girl’s expression changed instantly.

"OH MY GOD! You know my dad’s name? How do you know his name?! You’re not supposed to know his name since you’re not my mom or his girlfriend…"

She paused, her eyes widening.

"Or are you?"

"DADDY!!!" she screamed so loud it almost deafened me.

What have I gotten myself into?

…

TBC

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I stared at the screen, my fingers hovering over the keyboard as the footage played again. The dim lighting of the Brooklyn loft couldn't hide what was happening. Alexander—my Alexander—pressed Sophia Rodriguez against the wall, his hands tangled in her hair as he kissed her with a passion he'd never shown me. "Play it again," I whispered to myself, though no one else was in my penthouse study. The pain was exquisite, like pressing on a bruise to feel its boundaries. I clicked back thirty seconds and turned up the volume. "Victoria would kill to have you kiss her like that," Marcus's voice came through clearly, followed by his distinctive laugh. "Poor cougar's probably at home right now, counting her money and waiting for one of us to show up." "God, don't remind me." That was Ethan, sprawled on the leather couch just visible in the corner of the frame. "Last night she wanted me to stay over. Do you know how hard it is to pretend you're into someone when..." He shuddered dramatically.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.6

Five Years into Marriage, His Mistress Brought Me His Child

8.6

A woman burst through, her desperate strength overwhelming the startled guards. She was nothing like the polished guests surrounding us. Her clothes were simple, worn—a faded cardigan over a plain dress that had seen better days. Her dark hair hung limp around a face etched with exhaustion and something deeper: desperation. But it was the child that made my breath catch. A small boy, maybe five years old, clung to her hand. His skin had that translucent pallor I'd seen in hospital charity visits—the look of serious illness. His eyes, too large for his thin face, swept the glittering crowd with a mixture of wonder and fear. The woman's gaze locked onto something behind me, and I felt William's hand tighten against my back. "William!" Her voice cracked like a whip across the suddenly silent room. "William Fitzgerald!" Every camera in the room swiveled toward us. William's face had drained of all color, his jaw slack. The confident Wall Street titan who commanded boardrooms and closed billion-dollar deals looked like he'd seen a ghost. "How could you?" The woman's voice rose, raw with anguish. "How could you just abandon us? He's dying, William. Your son is dying, and you won't even return my calls!" The words hit me like physical blows. Son? My husband William's son?

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.6

His Unwanted Wife Is A Top Scientist

9.6

For four years, I played the perfect, naive, low-income wife to my wealthy husband Duke, completely hiding my true identity as a top-secret DARPA scientist. On our anniversary, I discovered he was having an affair with an old-money socialite named Adelia. He used our marital assets to buy her a half-million-dollar Birkin bag, but that wasn't the worst part. While hiding in a parking garage, I recorded him telling his mistress that the daily prenatal vitamins he lovingly gave me were actually high-dose contraceptives. He had secretly sterilized me to ensure I would never produce a "low-class" heir, planning to toss me aside with a tiny settlement in six months. When I confronted him, he violently attacked me, smashed my head against a marble dresser, and locked me in our bedroom. I thought of the four years I spent crying in doctors' offices, blaming my own body for my infertility, while he held my hand and comforted me with perfect, monstrous concern. I didn't wait to be punished. I climbed down the second-story balcony in the dark, leaving behind every diamond and luxury bag he had ever given me. Sitting in the back of a taxi, I wiped the blood from my forehead and opened a secure app on my phone. "Divorce fraud. Initiate sequence." It was time for him to finally meet Dr. Patterson.

Billionaire Modern Romance Sci-Fi

9.0

My Husband Gifted His Mistress Luxury Watches

9.0

The conference room erupted with cheers as I closed my laptop. Thirty million dollars. The largest deal in FosterTech's history, and I'd just secured it with a signature and a handshake over video call. "To Victoria!" My senior project manager, Liam, raised his coffee mug in a mock toast. "The woman who just saved all our jobs for another year!" The team gathered around, clinking mugs and water bottles against mine. Their faces glowed with relief and admiration. This deal meant bonuses, stability, and growth—everything we'd been working toward for months. "You're a machine, Vic," Sarah from marketing whispered, squeezing my shoulder. "I don't know how you do it." I smiled, but my eyes drifted to my phone, checking for messages. Nothing from Ethan yet.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.7

Pregnancy Amidst Cruelty

9.7

The sound of shattering crystal still echoed in my ears as I knelt before Arlet's portrait, my knees raw against the marble floor. Three months had passed since that terrible wedding day, three months of this daily ritual that Kian insisted would cleanse my family's sins. The girl in the painting gazed down at me with painted eyes that seemed to mock my suffering—beautiful, ethereal Arlet, who had chosen death over a life that included my existence. "Your penance is not yet complete," Kian's voice cut through the silence like a blade. He stood behind me, close enough that I could feel the heat of his anger radiating against my back. "Your family destroyed her. They drove her to jump from this very house." I wanted to scream that we had done nothing, that my father had been an honorable man, that my mother had never spoken an unkind word about anyone. But the words died in my throat as they always did. What was the point? Kian's grief had transformed into something monstrous, and I was the convenient target for his rage.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.1

REBORN TO REWRITE MY FATE

7.1

Sia always believed that love could conquer anything. She worked hard to support the man she loved, she sacrificed her dreams to build his, she even welcome her best friend of fifteen years into their marriage because she believed family was chosen by heart, but the heart was wrong... On the night of her fifth wedding anniversary, Sia discovered the truth in the cruelest way, her beloved husband Adams and her best friend Nicole had been lovers all along and before she could escape she was silenced forever in a staged hit and run. Yet fate was not finished with her... Sia awakens years earlier on the day Adams proposed to her.this time she smiles not with love but with ice in her veins. She will not be their victim, She will not be their sacrifice, She will REWRITE HER FATE. But when a dangerous, charming, billionaire CEO crosses her path, a man with a smile too wicked, eyes too sharp, and power that could burn the world,her revenge becomes tangled with desire. He sees her pain He sees her strength And he intends to claim her,"if you want vengeance, he whispers, I'll give you the world".

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