The Billionaire And His Children's Tutor
She was supposed to tutor his children.
Not steal his heart.
After a brutal breakup and one very bad night, Hannah Milton becomes a live-in tutor at the powerful Walton estate-where rules are strict, emotions are buried, and falling in love is absolutely forbidden.
Benjamin Walton is older, untouchable, and completely off-limits. He's built his life on control, but Hannah's wit, warmth, and chaos threaten everything he's worked to protect.
As desire ignites and secrets surface, one woman inside the house is determined to destroy Hannah before love can win.
Because some loves aren't meant to happen...
until they do.
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Chapter 5
Meeting the Children
Hannah
If anyone had asked me two weeks ago where I'd be right now, I would have laughed so hard I might have choked on my own sarcasm.
"I'll be a live-in tutor at the Walton Estate," I would have said.
"Walton?" they'd ask.
"Yes. Billionaire. Rich. Scary. Potentially homicidal if I screw up. No pressure."
They'd probably call the men in white coats after that one. And yet... here I was, standing in front of a colossal gate that practically screamed you do not belong here, gripping my bag like a lifeline.
I took a deep breath. Okay. I could do this, I'm only here to meet the children and go over the plans and schedule before I finally move in. I could be responsible. Polite. Charming. Totally competent. I was not going to trip over a stone, spill coffee on anyone, or-God forbid-hit anyone with a plank.
My nervousness made me forget I was limping.
I tried to remind myself that I had saved a child from being hit by a car just yesterday. Surely that counted for something.
As the gates opened, I noticed the driveway stretched farther than my entire college campus. The estate itself was huge-manicured hedges, fountains that probably required a small army to maintain, and a front door that could double as a castle gate.
I reminded myself to breathe.
"Good morning!" I called out as I approached the door, trying to sound cheerful but calm, professional. Not panicked. Not sweaty. Not like I had just wrestled traffic and survived.
A maid-I assumed-opened the door, eyebrows raised, clipboard in hand.
"You must be Miss Milton," she said, voice polite but tinged with curiosity.
"That's me," I said, offering a smile.
She glanced at my leg. Limp. Bandage. Slight bruise. Yep, they'd notice. "Right this way."
I followed her into the estate, the kind of building that made me want to whisper excuse me, may I live here? just to feel slightly less intrusive. The floors gleamed as though a team of angels polished them nightly. I tried not to imagine walking across it in my sneakers from earlier.
Then it happened.
A small, human-shaped missile came barreling down the hallway toward me.
"Miss! Miss!"
I turned, heart in my throat.
And collided with the source of panic-a small boy about six years old, arms flailing like he'd just discovered gravity and hated it.
"Oh no," I muttered.
"Don't worry!" I said instinctively to myself. "I've got this."
Because what else do you say when a six-year-old charges at you full speed?
And just like that, I realized... I had met Adam Walton, the youngest of the three children I was now responsible for helping educate. And judging by his grin, he already knew I was about to be thoroughly tested.
"You're Adam!" I said, crouching to his level. "Hi! Nice to meet you. I heard you're the fastest boy in the estate."
"Faster than Daddy!" he shouted, puffing out his chest. "I almost got hit by a car yesterday but she saved me!" he said to the maid.
I froze, remembering the incident of yesterday. The pain in my leg, the adrenaline, the panic. And now I was being hailed as a hero by a six-year-old who had apparently announced it to the entire staff over and over again.
"Uh..." I laughed nervously. "Yes. That was me. Hero. Slightly battered, but alive. We'll call it a win."
Adam's eyes sparkled. "You're my hero! I like you!"
I blinked. Okay. Not terrifying. Cute, maybe. But definitely, definitely chaotic.
And then I heard it: the soft shuffle of a much larger presence.
He was here.
Benjamin Walton.
I turned-and froze. There he stood,looking so beautifully framed by the doorway, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Calm. Powerful. Handsome. Annoying. And terrifying, all at once.
"Adam," he said evenly, voice like polished marble.
Benjamin's lips twitched ever so slightly. Something like a smile-but not quite. Eyes narrowed, assessing. Judging. Calculating.
I swallowed. And said nothing. Because honestly, words seemed inadequate in front of someone like him.
Susan appeared at his side-Susan, I later learned that she's the Head manager, nanny, orchestrator of household sanity, whatever that is. She gave me a measured glance, one of those looks that silently says you're new and I'm suspicious, but we'll see.
Benjamin straightened. "Miss Milton, come with me. Let's discuss your responsibilities."
I followed, limping slightly, trying to look dignified. Which is a challenge when your leg is throbbing and your heart is doing weird things every time he glances at you.
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The meeting was... informative.
Benjamin outlined his expectations with military precision. Homework, manners, schedules, tutoring sessions, extracurriculars. All of it. My notebook filled faster than my brain could process.
"And," he said finally, "I need someone I can trust around my children. Responsible, reliable, observant, proactive."
"Yes," I said quickly. "Totally. Absolutely. Usually. Today excepted."
He raised an eyebrow. "Today excepted?"
I flushed. "I mean... it's been... eventful so far."
He glanced at Adam, who gave me a thumbs-up. And then Benjamin's expression softened slightly. But just slightly. Enough to let me know he noticed I wasn't completely reckless.
We moved on to Elena and Alex, who were far more skeptical. Fourteen and ten, respectively, with opinions sharper than their father's briefcase collection. They studied me like a new species. I smiled. Too hard. Blinked. Limped. Waved. Hoping they would interpret my chaos as... charm.
Elena crossed her arms. "You saved him?," she said bluntly.
"Yes," I admitted. "But he's okay now. And we bonded over danger and adrenaline."
Alex's eyes lit up. "You saved Adam? Cool! Can you do magic too?"
"Magic?" I asked, trying to keep a straight face.
"Yes," he said seriously. "Like disappearing snacks. Or turning homework into fun."
I laughed. "I'll work on it."
Benjamin watched silently, his eyes occasionally flicking to me, the children, and back. There was judgment there, yes-but also... something softer. Concern, maybe. Approval, possibly. And definitely curiosity.
By the end of the first day, I had survived Adam's endless questions, Elena's sharp tongue, Alex's mischief, and Benjamin's inscrutable gaze.
I collapsed onto my bed later the moment I got back, exhausted. But alive. Heroism still intact. And somewhere deep inside, a small spark of something... hopeful.
I need all the strength and luck I can get to survive my first official day and moving in at the Walton's tomorrow.
Because for all his control, his poise, his wealth, and his intimidating presence, Benjamin Walton's eyes had betrayed something he was trying very hard to hide and I'm not sure if that scared me... or thrilled me.
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7.2
Five years ago, I, Claire Parker, ran away for love with Daniel Carter, the broke boy everyone looked down on. But on the very day we were supposed to leave together, he abandoned me.
Overnight, I became the laughingstock of the entire city and was forced into a marriage alliance with a terminally ill man, Ryan Cooper.
Five years later, my husband died, the marriage arrangement fell apart, and the Cooper family threw me out without a shred of mercy.
Meanwhile, Daniel, the man everyone once sneered at, returned home in glory and became the hottest rising name in the business world.
And somehow, he ended up becoming my boss.
I wanted nothing to do with him, yet he kept closing in on me, cornering me with sarcasm sharp enough to draw blood.
Then one day, Daniel caught me on a date with another man.
His eyes reddened instantly as he pinned me against the wall. "Claire... are you abandoning me again?"
7.6
To pay for her father's life support, Haleigh sold herself into a marriage with Fabian Blackburn, a ruthless billionaire in a deep coma.
But on her wedding day, she caught her boyfriend cheating with her stepsister, laughing about how they would steal the inheritance the second Fabian stopped breathing. Cornered and desperate, Haleigh secretly underwent IVF using her comatose husband's frozen sperm to secure the family trust.
Weeks later, a miracle happened. Fabian woke up.
But instead of gratitude, he treated her like trash. He threw annulment papers at her face, completely disgusted by the arranged marriage.
"If you try any dirty tricks to get pregnant, I will personally drag you to a clinic and have that bastard scraped out of you."
Terrified, Haleigh hid her positive pregnancy test and desperately tried to hack her way to enough cash to escape. But while using his computer, she accidentally opened a highly classified folder.
Inside was a medical file and a photo of a severely disabled girl who looked exactly like Fabian.
Before she could process it, Fabian walked in. Seeing the screen, his cold mask shattered into pure, unhinged madness. He lunged across the room, lifting her off the floor by her throat, completely ignoring her desperate gasps for air.
"Lock her in the basement," he roared to his guards. "No food. No water."
Curled on the freezing concrete, clutching her newly pregnant belly, Haleigh didn't understand what she had just seen that turned him into a murderous monster.
But she knew one thing: if she didn't escape this terrifying estate, both she and his unborn heir would die in the dark.
7.1
They ruined her face. Stole her child. Now she's back-and nothing will stop her.
Five years ago, Raina Carrington lost everything: her beauty, her family, and her newborn baby.
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Yet she's not the victim anymore.
She's the storm-and she's ready to strike.
8.9
Aubree Hamilton was the top-tier executive assistant to Wall Street's most ruthless titan, Beck Franco. A month ago, she made a catastrophic mistake and spent the night in his bed.
Thinking she had erased the mistake with a morning-after pill, she panicked upon his return and lied about being engaged to push him away.
But Beck, a man who despised disloyalty above all else, immediately suspended her and ordered her escorted out of the building. Her nightmare only escalated when her toxic ex-boyfriend attacked her on the street, tearing her purse open and exposing the empty morning-after pill box to the public—and to Beck, who was watching from his penthouse. After having his security rescue her, Beck trapped her in his car, ruthlessly tearing apart her fake engagement. Later in her apartment, the suffocating tension between them almost ignited into a kiss, but a violent wave of nausea suddenly hit Aubree.
She shoved him away with all her strength and violently threw up in the bathroom.
Beck took it as the ultimate physical disgust. He walked out, deeply humiliated and dangerously obsessed, unleashing his resources to investigate her every move.
Left alone and trembling, Aubree finally checked the crushed white box. The pill she took had expired a month ago.
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8.6
I was on my knees in the Ohio dirt, frantically scooping wet coffee grounds back into a torn trash bag while my foster mother screamed that I was a useless waste of space.
Then, ten black Escalades rolled into our rotting trailer park like a funeral procession, and a woman in silk fell to the mud, sobbing that she had finally found her "Elara."
I was whisked away to a mansion that looked like a castle, but the nightmare didn't end with a warm bed and sterilized air.
My brother Harlen looked at me with pure disgust, and when he slapped a chicken leg out of my hand at our first dinner, I instinctively dove under the table to eat it off the rug, begging for mercy through my tears.
My billionaire father, Arthur, watched in silent agony as I tried to wash my own rags in a gold-plated sink at dawn, terrified that I would be starved if I didn't "earn my keep."
He promised me a thousand silk dresses and ordered the trailer park bulldozed to the ground, but I still felt like a prey animal caught by very large, very sad predators.
The trauma wasn't a smudge I could wash off; it was a map of cigarette burns and bruises that I was desperate to hide from the family that had spent millions searching for me.
Just as I thought I might be safe, a black helicopter banked over the lawn, carrying a medical team and a cold order from my oldest brother, the "Shark" of New York.
"No one is ever taking you away," my father growled, shielding me from the men in white coats.
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