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 3

DAVID

The moment Janie screamed my name, I knew there was trouble. I led Kay to where they were.

"Yes, Janie," I drawled.

"Dad, how come she knows your name? I thought Mom was the only person who knew it... and your best friend, Mark."

OMG! She’s so childish.

"Can you stop acting childish, Janie?"

"I am a child, Dad," she retorted, her brow furrowed.

"But you don’t act like one. A good child would wait for explanations before jumping to conclusions.

This lady here is with me because I made her lose her money and worse, I ruined her dress."

I paused as my kids focused on the stained dress, finally noticing what they never saw in the first place.

"She isn’t my girlfriend, okay? We don’t know each other. We just met today. I was supposed to take her shopping for a new dress to replace the one I ruined, but she insisted I come pick you guys up first.

Isn’t that enough to thank her for?

I think that’s enough reason to show her respect."

I added, looking disappointed at their behavior.

"It’s okay, Mr. David. You’re making them feel bad," the lady — whose name I still didn’t know — spoke on their behalf when she noticed their faces.

"Now say sorry to her, kids." I ruffled my hair, frustrated.

"Let’s just go home..." Janietta grumbled, walking to the side of my car.

I stared at her reaction, not even sure what to say. Then I turned to the other two — Noel and Kay.

"You two, say sorry to her." I formed a straight face at them.

"I’m hungry," Noel complained, walking out of my sight.

This is crazy. Correcting my kids is one thing they never take well. The moment I scold them, they suddenly become upset and unhappy with me.

Great. Just great!

"Sorry..." Kayla smiled at the lady.

"It’s okay, sweetie. What’s your name?" she asked, squatting to my little girl’s height.

"Kayla. And yours?"

Yeah... one question I forgot to ask her in the first place.

"Rosiana."

"You’re pretty, Rosiana," my baby remarked.

True. Absolutely true. She isn’t just pretty — she’s physically endowed with beautiful features.

"And you’re beautiful," she complimented Kayla, who giggled in excitement and ran to meet her siblings.

"Omg! Janietta, she just said I’m beautiful!"

Hahaha! I love my baby girl so much.

"Dad! Come open your car. I wanna go home," Janietta called out.

"...and eat," Noel added.

"Let’s go, please," I said to Rosiana, and she nodded.

I used the key control to unlock the doors before hopping in.

Janietta quickly sat in the front seat beside me, leaving Rosiana standing outside.

"Get down, Janie. Join your siblings in the back."

"But Dad—"

"No questions. Rosiana wants to sit here." I hushed her.

She angrily mumbled something before stepping down.

"Don’t get too comfy with my dad," she said straight to Rosiana’s face before joining her siblings.

"Ignore her, she’s always like that," I told Rosiana as she got in.

"No problem. Thanks," she said, settling into the seat as I started the engine.

"Seatbelts!" I mouthed as I adjusted the mirror above me, watching my kids through it as they strapped themselves in.

"Good," I muttered as I reversed out of the school, heading straight home.

ROSIANA

The silence in the car as he drove was… something else. It wasn’t comfortable at all. I suspected I was the cause of it.

Why would a family be so quiet on a simple ride home?

Kids should be talking about school, homework, or something interesting to their dad.

I bet they’re not comfortable with me here.

I just can’t wait to get back home.

"Dad, I’m hungry..." David’s little boy said as his stomach growled.

"You’ll eat when you get home, okay?" his dad replied.

"The last time I checked before school, there’s no food at home. ’Cause you didn’t wake up on time to make us breakfast. And lunch..."

Wake up on time? So David makes breakfast for his kids before going to work?

What about his wife??

"Oh God! I didn’t remember..." he palmed the steering wheel.

"You kids will wait till I go get Junior from daycare. Then I’ll buy food packs from a restaurant so you can eat to your fill."

Another baby??

My eyes almost popped out as I realized he has another child.

This man is the father of all nations. Imagine staying home with the type of kids he has. Four in total.

"I’m gonna die of hunger before you get back..." my favorite, Kayla, almost cried.

I don’t like seeing her upset.

I like her so much.

"Kay, baby. You won’t die. I’ll beat the traffic for your sake. You won’t die, okay? Not when there’s enough water to revive you," David joked.

"Dad, no way! I’m hungry too, and I can’t wait for you to get Junior first. It’s our stomach first. Our stomach. Your first priority," the older girl declared.

I cocked my ears in amusement.

"Yes, Dad. Justice for our stomach!" Noel added.

"I want pancakes for lunch!"

The three kids began ranting.

Their ranting almost deafened my ears.

Passersby stared at the car — it was that noisy.

"Alright... kids! Kids! Calm down! Ca—"

But they didn’t even listen to their dad. Instead, the noise increased.

Is all this because of food?

"I’ll cook for you guys," I said.

The car suddenly fell completely silent as they stared at me, shocked.

"I mean... I could help with lunch before your dad gets back," I added.

Did I say something wrong?

Well, I used to work as a cook at Dean’s restaurant until he fired me this morning.

I could help them, at least for Kayla’s sake. I don’t want her to die — like she earlier said.

"That’s if you guys are okay with it," I quickly added.

"You sure about that?" David asked, as if unsure.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Kids?" David called out, wanting to know their opinion.

"Sure, you can cook for us. As long as it doesn’t taste like Dad’s socks!" little Noel agreed.

Wait. What??

Did he just say his dad’s socks?

"NOEL?!" David screamed his name, his eyes turning smoky red.

I quickly suppressed my laugh.

TBC

Continue to next part

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.

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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".

Billionaire Modern Romance

Mr. Romeo's Unexpected Nanny's Wife

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