Shadows of Her Past
The nanny sat in the dimly lit room, the boss's daughter asleep in her arms. Her mind was racing, haunted by the message: "She belongs to us."
She didn't want to believe it—but deep inside, she knew this wasn't a mistake.
The boss stood near the window, his wounded arm bandaged, his phone pressed to his ear. His voice was clipped, dangerous. "Lock down every exit. Double-check every man in this house. I want the traitor found before sunrise."
When he hung up, his eyes fell on her. She tried to look away, but his gaze pinned her.
"You know something," he said quietly.
Her breath caught. "No… I don't. I swear—"
He took a step closer, his voice lower, rougher. "They knew your name. They knew your face. That's not coincidence."
Tears stung her eyes. She wanted to deny it, but the truth she had buried for years clawed at her chest.
"I… I had a different life before this," she whispered, her voice trembling. "One I tried to run from. I thought I could escape it. I thought no one would ever find me here."
His jaw tightened. "What kind of life?"
Her silence spoke louder than words.
Finally, she looked up at him, fear and guilt in her eyes. "If they've come for me… then I was never just a nanny. And being near me might cost you everything."
The boss's face hardened, but his voice was steady, almost possessive.
"You're under my roof. That makes you mine to protect. Whoever they are, whatever they want—you're not going back to them."
For the first time, she realized—he wasn't just fighting for his daughter anymore. He was fighting for her too.