Follow
Chapters
Share
Nanny's Corrupting Ways Novel Cover

Nanny's Corrupting Ways

Elouise was concerned about her young son possibly picking up bad habits, so she decided against allowing him to attend the school's sex education classes. Instead, she hired an older nanny to guide him through his adolescence. I noticed how Kamari, my nephew, started developing an unusual attachment to the nanny. Alarmed, I acted quickly by enrolling him in educational courses and seeking the help of a psychologist for him. After addressing his misguided perceptions, Kamari excelled in school, married a wonderful woman, and started a family. But on the day I gave birth to my second child, he pushed me off the top floor of the building. "It's all your fault for meddling in my life and ruining my happiness. Die!" he screamed. To cover for him, Elouise framed my death as a case of postpartum depression-driven suicide. Then, I woke up to find myself back on the day the nanny started bottle-feeding him.
Chapters
Share

Chapter 2

From time to time, the muffled sound of heavy breathing drifted from inside the house, and I watched with a detached curiosity. If Elouise, Kamari's own mother, wasn't concerned, then as an outsider, I certainly didn't need to interfere.

When Vivienne emerged from the room, fully dressed, her face was marked by an unreadable expression. I'd never intervened in their affairs. My nephew was bolder than I had anticipated.

Feigning concern, I glanced at Vivienne. "Vivienne, why is your face so flushed? Are you feeling alright?"

Vivienne discreetly adjusted her blouse and laughed it off. "It's nothing, probably just the heat."

In stark contrast to her awkwardness, Kamari strolled out with a look of sheer satisfaction. A hint of sarcasm flickered in my eyes.

Elouise would probably never guess that the nanny she trusted had long harbored inappropriate feelings for Kamari.

I asked casually, "Kamari, what were you doing in the nanny's room?"

"There were some things I didn't understand, so I asked Vivienne. I learned quite a bit," Kamari replied, far more candid than Vivienne.

I chuckled inwardly. Of course he learned a lot—with practical demonstrations, no less.

"So, what kind of things were they, Vivienne? I'm curious."

Before Vivienne could respond, Gracelynn cut in impatiently, "Enough chit-chat. Set the table, it's time to eat."

The whole family was cautious about me getting close to Kamari, worried I might form a bond with him.

In the past, I naively believed that marrying Ulises meant his family was mine too. I often bought Kamari gifts with my own money and took him out for fun.

Whenever Ulises and I took Kamari out, Elouise would find some excuse to call us back. Even when Kamari greeted me first after coming home, Gracelynn would say, "Why didn't you say hello to your uncle first? Remember where your real family is."

Dinner was served, and the atmosphere was slightly tense. Gracelynn placed pieces of pulled pork into Kamari's bowl, saying, "Kamari, you're at that age where you need to eat more to grow. By the way, I heard your school started a health education program. You're still young, so maybe it's not relevant for you."

Kamari shrugged indifferently, "I didn't attend that class at all."

"Someone…" he left the sentence hanging on purpose.

Vivienne's face showed clear anxiety. "Elouise, maybe we shouldn't discuss such things at the dining table. It might affect the child's mindset."

Vivienne and Gracelynn came from the same town, and since Elouise brought Vivienne into the family, they'd become as close as sisters in no time.

Gracelynn trusted Vivienne's words implicitly, believing that her time in the city meant she was worldly.

Gracelynn nodded and changed the subject to me. "Emerald, since you and Ulises haven't planned on having children for the past two years, you should focus more on Kamari. He's our family's first grandson and our hope. You've been to college, you know more than us country folk, so keep a closer eye on him, make sure he stays on track."

I replied with a smile, "Don't worry, Mom, Kamari is so smart, he catches on quickly. Even without me, he'd hardly make any mistakes."

Gracelynn wasn't satisfied with my response. "Are you unwilling?"

"Of course not, Mom. I'll make sure to guide Kamari well."

I emphasized "guide well," and only then did Gracelynn nod in satisfaction.

After dinner, Vivienne pulled Gracelynn aside to share some secrets. Shortly after, Gracelynn approached me, saying, "Emerald, Kamari is in his teen years. Without guidance on health education, he might wander off course. How about you have a chat with him tonight and explain things properly?"

I didn't expect Vivienne to prompt Gracelynn to involve me in Kamari's education. It seemed out of character for her, considering she had already set her sights on him. Could Kamari's bold actions have unnerved her?

Keep Watching!
The story is getting intense! Switch to App to continue reading
Unlock All Episodes
Open the Official Website

You may also like

From Broken Sister To Beloved Wife Novel Cover
9.6
After our parents died in a plane crash, my brothers were my whole world. That ended the day they brought Francis home-a manipulative liar they treated like a saint while he systematically turned them against me. He framed me for everything, from fake injuries to sabotaging the neuro-linker compound that was my life's work. My brothers always chose his crocodile tears over my truth. "He's in the hospital, Jenna. Thanks to you," Bryan snarled over the phone. They even offered him my childhood bedroom right in front of me, as if I was already a ghost. They had no idea I was about to become one. I had a one-way ticket to Zurich and a contract with their biggest rival, a man who saw my value when my own blood saw a problem. I wasn't just running away-I was taking all of their secrets with me.
Once The Rejected Bride, Now His Eternal Nightmare Novel Cover
7.1
BLURB: Ashley Marsh was left at the altar, her fiancé choosing her stepsister in front of all of New York. Labeled "The Rejected Bride," she vanished in a cloud of humiliation. Five years later, she returns, but the shy heiress is gone. In her place is Ashley Sterling-a venture capitalist so powerful, so untouchable, that the very elite who laughed at her now scramble for her favor. Her mission is simple: a calculated, merciless takeover of the families that destroyed her. But when the man who broke her heart sees the woman she has become, his regret threatens to unravel her perfect plan for vengeance.
Return Of The Billionaire's Ghost Wife Novel Cover
8.7
I died in the terrifying plunge of Flight 815. But when I opened my eyes, I was lying in a luxurious bathtub, completely unharmed. The door opened, and my husband Jordi walked in—looking fifteen years older, his eyes glacial. He pinned me to the wall, his thumb pressing against my windpipe, demanding to know who hired me to play his dead wife. I managed to prove I was the real Isadora, biologically still twenty-eight years old. But my nightmare had just begun. My twenty-three-year-old son Hector looked at my unaged face with pure hatred. "Get this cheap replica out of my father's house, or I'll have him declared incompetent!" My twenty-year-old daughter Blossom, now a spoiled stranger treating Jordi like a personal ATM, screamed at me over the phone. Even Jordi's ambitious female colleague showed up at our estate, treating me like a temporary toy she could easily replace. In the space of a single breath, I had lost fifteen years. My children had grown up without me, learning to hate instead of grieve. Now, they looked at their real mother as if I were a monster trying to steal my own inheritance. But I didn't return from the dead just to be pushed out. I put on my old green silk dress, stepped in front of the female executive, and smiled. If they want to treat me like a threat, I'll fight them all to get my family back.
Shattered Love, A Monster's Reign Novel Cover
9.0
My world shattered the moment my husband, Christian, chose the woman who killed our stillborn child over me. He didn't just abandon me in my grief. He threatened to release our intimate videos unless I dropped all charges against her. His cruelty escalated into a living nightmare. He pushed me down the stairs. He forced me to drink a cocktail he knew could kill me. Then, completely blinded by his new lover' s lies, he had me kidnapped and taken to a remote estate. Tied up and gagged, I watched as he took a whip to my back, believing I was just some nameless maid who had wronged his precious new woman. He didn't even recognize his own wife. In that moment, the man I loved was replaced by a monster. As I lay broken and bleeding, I made a vow. I would survive this. I would escape. And I would make him see the truth before I destroyed him completely.
Sheltered By The Coldhearted Billionaire Boss Novel Cover
7.6
Overnight, Ella lost her family, her home, and her entire life. Discarded by the foster system, she was left shivering in the freezing mud outside her ruined estate. That was when Javier Shepherd appeared. The terrifyingly cold, powerful billionaire pulled her from the dirt, threw her into a massive glass penthouse, handed her an unlimited black card, and vanished overseas, leaving her in the hands of a cruel caretaker. The caretaker treated Ella like garbage, feeding her cheap, processed meals while using the black card to buy designer bags. The toxic food triggered a severe allergic reaction. Ella collapsed in the dark hallway, her throat swelling shut, gasping for air while the caretaker locked the door and turned up the TV. She almost died on that cold hardwood floor. When Javier found out, he ruthlessly destroyed the caretaker and sent her to prison. He guarded Ella's hospital bed with terrifying intensity and even moved into her apartment to stop her panic attacks. Yet, when Ella finally broke down crying over her dead parents, his eyes turned to ice. "Losing emotional control over a juvenile past is an inefficient waste of energy." He sneered, treating her grief like a bad financial investment. Ella was completely bewildered. Why did this dangerous man protect her so fiercely, yet hate her past so deeply? It wasn't until his cousin visited the hospital that the cruel truth was revealed. Javier wasn't saving her out of kindness. He had been obsessed with Ella's mother—his family's adopted daughter who ran away years ago. To him, Ella wasn't a person to be loved. She was just a replacement asset, a ghost of the woman he never got over.
Substitute Wife's Tragedy Novel Cover
9.1
My wife's lifeless body ended up being the birthday gift for my childhood friend. When we were younger, a lapse on my part drove us apart for years. But when we reconnected, seeing my childhood friend's face—the uncanny resemblance to my wife's hit me like a revelation. The man I believed loved me was in fact captivated only by the face I wore. For my friend’s first birthday back, my husband stood before me, his expression cold. "Alani says she's lonely and wants you to keep her company. You ought to," he commanded. Alani broke my hand, and as I lay on the floor in pain, weeping, he coldly remarked, "A broken hand isn't the end of the world, as long as Alani's pleased." When Alani slashed my face, my husband merely furrowed his brow. "Looks like Alani's still holding a grudge against me for finding a stand-in," he said. When Alani tucked me into a gift box as her own birthday present, Elijah just gazed at her indulgently.