The Mafia's Nanny (SPG)
Marimar Oquendo crosses paths with the hot son of a deceased famous actress, who appears to be suffering from a mental illness but understands her pain and desires.
She works as his personal nanny, babysits him, and gradually falls for him. She then realizes that he is far more dangerous than she believed, especially since he has suddenly returned to his genuine and normal personality.
He was totally out of her league when she discover that he was Lev Dmitri Romanov, the Romanov Mafia's grim reaper-a murderer and mafia billionaire.
What will happen to her after she runaway from the man while being pregnant of their child?
Will she be able to forget that she had once been the Mafia's nanny?
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Chapter 5
Marimar Oquendo's Point of View
I lost my family when I was eighteen—seven years ago. The pain was unbearable, and I can still see the raging flames that blocked our street.
That morning, Mom woke me up in a hurry as I was late. My brother Domi teased me over breakfast, and we laughed until Mom playfully pulled his ear. She then urged me to focus on my studies, saying finishing school would give me a stable life. I promised her I would graduate.
On my way home that day, I stopped to chat with Elder Perla about her dog. Suddenly, someone shouted "FIRE!" A man told me the blaze was in my neighborhood, so I ran back in panic. Neighbor Angie cried as she said she hadn’t seen my family escape. I tried to rush into the flames but was held back, screaming for Mom, Domi, and Dad.
After the fire was put out, I collapsed and sobbed when I saw three charred bodies near our front door.
The pain was unbearable. In a single moment, all my dreams and my entire family were gone. The suffering I endured after that tragedy was immense.
I never went to college. Instead, I chose to work so I could eat. My Aunt Crisma claimed our home and built her own house there. I lived with them and served them like a maid. I endured everything and managed to stay sane despite the overwhelming pain.
But I believe my life has a purpose. I believe God has a plan for me. And I know I will become rich!
Yes, I will be rich!
I smiled bitterly as I stared at the white ceiling of my room. It has been seven years... hasn't it? I'm grateful I survived those hellish days.
"Milk... hmm." My mouth parted in surprise when I felt a heavy arm and hand resting on my chest. I turned to see the source-and there stood the man who would be the key to my fortune!
My handsome, muscular charge with the perfect abs!
My face grew warm when his fingers squeezed my chest. Good heavens-he's asleep right now!
He was sound asleep beside me, so I could clearly see his long eyelashes.
I brushed the hair from his face. "What kind of pain did you go through to end up like this? Hmm? Levi?" I whispered.
I don't know the real reason why he acts the way he does. His brother didn't explain it to me yesterday. But I've heard from other staff that he has a mental illness-and honestly, it shows.
But what kind of mental illness? Was he born this way, or did he experience trauma like I did and simply couldn't cope?
"Co..."
I leaned closer to him as he mumbled something. "Hm?"
"Co... pa..."
I furrowed my brow. "Copa?"
His hand squeezed my chest again. "Cocomelon-papaya... nanny."
My face flushed, and my mouth opened wide at his words.
"Good heavens-I've lost count of how many times you've surprised me with the things that come out of your mouth," I whispered with a laugh, talking to the sleeping Greek God beside me.
I don't know why, but even though I've only been his nanny for less than a week, I can already feel myself growing deeply attached to him.
Would I ever get close to a man like him if he weren't in this condition?
I closed my eyes again. It has been seven years since I last felt this way.
It feels like I'm not alone anymore. Well, of course not-there's a man who loves "cocomelon" who's now part of my daily life, and he'll help me become rich!
—
"I won't be home for the next two weeks."
My ears pricked up the moment I heard Mr. Streeter's voice. I turned to look at him at once, caught completely off guard by how suddenly he had appeared.
He wore crisp business attire and looked as polished as ever. His hair was neatly styled, and both hands rested in his pockets.
I stopped mid-reach as I pulled milk from the refrigerator, shifting all my attention to him.
"O-Okay... sir?" I answered hesitantly. Honestly, it was such a surprise! Why would he bother telling me about his absence in the first place?
I narrowed my eyes as a thought crept in. Could he possibly have feelings for me? I straightened my posture and crossed my arms, fixing him with a steady look. "Woah, wait-sir! I came here to work, not to find a boyfriend."
His forehead creased with confusion. "What on earth are you talking about? I'm telling you because you're my brother's nanny. He might look for me, so I want you to pass along the message."
I scratched the back of my head, flustered. "R-Right, sir. You should have said that clearly from the start, hehe."
"Oh, by the way." He drew one hand from his trouser pocket. "Here." He held out a dark leather wallet, and my eyes nearly bulged when I realized what it was. "Oh my-this is for me?"
"Idiot, it's mine." He cut me off sharply. Why did he have to hand things over without warning? "Use it for Levi's expenses. Take him out, buy toys or whatever will make him happy."
I nodded quickly and slipped the wallet into my pocket. "Yes, sir! You can trust me to take excellent care of your brother," I said with a bright smile. I needed him to believe me after my foolish words earlier. Good grief-I was lucky he didn't lose his temper with me.
He nodded once. "Good. I'm leaving him in your hands. Make sure he stays safe and sound-unless you want to lose a finger." With that, he turned and strode away.
I stood there smiling as I tried to process his words. When they finally sank in, my smile vanished and all color drained from my face. "Good heavens! Did he just threaten to cut off my finger if something happens to pan de sal-I mean, Levi?" I whispered, dabbing sweat from my brow. Jeez, Marimar! Mr. Streeter must hate happiness if he wants to drag everyone else down with him. Why did he have to scare me like that? Now I'm all jittery.
I clutched the refrigerator door for balance, my mind racing between the weight of the wallet in my pocket and the sharp edge of his warning. Pan de sal or not—Levi was my ticket forward, and I’d guard him with every bone in my body. Even if it meant walking on eggshells around his brother, even if my hands still shook at the thought of what he’d said. Seven years of scraping by had taught me one thing: fortune never comes without a price, and I was ready to pay whatever it took.
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9.2
Averie spent hours preparing a perfect third-anniversary dinner for her billionaire husband, Jarett Sharp.
Instead of celebrating, she received an anonymous photo of him intimately holding another woman.
When Jarett finally arrived, he didn't even look guilty.
"Candida. It's okay. Don't be scared. I'm on my way."
He simply took a call from his mistress, shoved Averie aside, and walked right back out the door.
That same night, Averie's father suffered a massive heart attack.
The hospital demanded a half-million-dollar deposit before they would operate.
But when Averie frantically tried to use the emergency medical trust card Jarett had given her, it was declined.
Jarett had deliberately frozen her access to the funds just hours earlier.
While she begged his assistant on the phone, Jarett refused to be disturbed, busy wrapping his expensive coat around his mistress in the hospital garden.
Averie collapsed in the hallway, realizing the man she loved was deliberately letting her father die.
In the end, a childhood friend stepped in to pay the bill and save her father's life, while her billionaire husband later pinned her to their bed, throwing a check at her and reminding her he had bought her for three million dollars.
Averie didn't shed a single tear.
She slowly ripped his check into pieces, left her massive diamond ring on the dresser, and walked out into the cold New York night with nothing but her old suitcase.
She pulled out her phone and dialed her old ballet professor.
She wasn't just going to leave Jarett Sharp. She was going to destroy him.
9.2
I realized my husband did not love me the moment he stepped over my broken heart to answer a text from his mistress.
Caleb was the "Architect," a feared Capo in New York, but he forgot that I was the one who funded his rise from the gutter with my inheritance.
He brought his assistant, Kimberly, into our private penthouse. She wore my silk robe, mocked my past trauma, and snapped my dead mother’s rosary right in front of my eyes.
When I lashed out in grief, Caleb didn't defend me.
He pinned me against the wall, comforting her while calling me "unstable" and "violent."
He gaslighted me, claiming I would be eaten alive without his protection. He thought I was just a fragile princess who would crumble without him.
He truly believed he was the king, forgetting that I was the one who built the castle.
I didn't cry. I simply wiped the blood from my arm and walked out the door.
He didn't know that I owned thirty percent of his laundering front and the land beneath his precious casino.
I picked up the phone and dialed the number of his deadliest rival, the Irish mob.
"The bank is closed, Caleb. I’m selling my shares to the enemy."
9.7
[{EXCERPT}]
"Are you trying to seduce me?"
Alana froze.
Roman's gaze dragged slowly over her body, dark and deliberate.
"The contract explicitly states that you are not allowed to seduce me," he said calmly. "You did read it... didn't you?"
Confusion flickered across her face.
Then his eyes dropped again.
"You do realize," he added, voice lowering, "that you're half naked right now?"
Alana's breath caught as she looked down at herself.
.......
After escaping the suffocating grip of her abusive family, Alana believes she's finally free. But freedom comes at a price.
Roman Ashford is everything she should avoid. A cunning billionaire. New York's most eligible bachelor. A man whose name alone unsettles the entire business world.
One unexpected encounter pulls her into his orbit, binding her to him in a dangerous arrangement as his fake girlfriend for thirty-one days.
But just as she begins to find her footing, her past comes back to choke her.
To secure the inheritance her late father left behind before her mother claims it, Alana has only one option.
She needs a husband, and fast.
With time running out, she makes a reckless decision and turns to the one man she should never trust.
Will Roman accept her proposal...
or will stepping into his world be her utter ruin?
9.0
Framed for corporate spying, Liana Bennett was arrested and murdered in a prison cell.
Now she wakes in her old life, exactly one month before the set up.
She has one month to identify the traitor inside her company who orchestrated her death before they do it again. The enemy is already watching, already moving.
Every change she makes to rewrite comes at a price: a core memory erased. One wrong step, and she loses the very truth she needs to survive.
Then there's Raphael Blackthorne, The ruthless CEO of her rival company, the man she spent a reckless night with, and now the person offering her flowers, dinners, and sincerity.
Liana has a plan.
She can't afford the distraction.
But as her memories unravel and the enemy closes in, she faces the truth she can't outrun: to survive, she may have to become someone who no longer remembers why she fought at all.
7.2
My grandfather sold me to a man named Maverick to settle his gambling debts. I stood on the private platform at Union Station, a human payment waiting to be collected.
But he never came. An hour later, his assistant called to say the deal was off. I was told to disappear by morning or face the consequences.
My family blamed me for their ruin and threw me out onto the street. Homeless and disowned, I had no choice but to take a low-level job at Prosperity Group, the biggest investment firm in Chicago. I needed to survive.
I never understood why he rejected me. I had followed every rule, worn the red dress he demanded, and waited like a lamb for slaughter. Why would he agree to save my family only to destroy us at the last second?
On my first day, I was called into the CEO's office. The man behind the desk was Damien Maddox, the city's most ruthless billionaire. He looked at me with a chilling familiarity. He was the man who had bought me. And he was the man who had thrown me away.
7.3
I stood in the shadows of the hospital, watching my wife kiss another man while my grandmother lay dying upstairs.
Just minutes ago, Erlene had snapped at me over the phone, calling me a "needy child" and claiming she was stuck at a business meeting across town. Now, she was stepping out of a red Porsche in a designer dress, wrapped in the arms of Andrew Hanson, the man who was supposed to be her "sick friend."
"I'm not going up," Erlene said coldly when I confronted her in the rain. "I don't like watching people die. It's depressing. Tell her I came by." She looked at my soaked, cheap hoodie and my scuffed sneakers with pure disgust before turning her back on me to return to her lover’s side.
I had to go back to the ICU alone and lie to my grandmother with her final breath, telling her Erlene was waiting just outside the door. As the heart monitor flatlined at 2:14 AM, my phone buzzed with a call from my mother-in-law, who screamed that I was a "worthless loser" and demanded I sign divorce papers immediately so her daughter could finally be with a "real man."
For three years, I lived as a ghost, a poor driver who endured their insults and hid my true identity just to have a simple life with the woman I loved. I sacrificed my future for a family that treated me like a stray dog, only for them to spit on me while I held my grandmother’s cold hand.
Why did I stay in the shadows for so long? Why did I let these people believe they could crush me under their expensive heels?
I walked out of that hospital and threw my thick, black glasses onto the wet asphalt, watching a delivery truck grind them into dust. I didn't need the disguise anymore. I drove my rusted Honda to the towering iron gates of the George Estate, where the security team dropped their batons and snapped into a terrified salute. My father was waiting on the marble steps, but I wasn't there for a peaceful reunion. I was there to reclaim my inheritance and make sure Erlene realized exactly what she had thrown away.