Nanny for a Billionaire's Heart

Chapter 1

It was a hot summer evening, and I had just spent the entire day job hunting.

I found myself limited to service jobs, which were also in short supply due to the overwhelming number of humans vying for those positions. If I didn't secure a job soon, I would lose my apartment. My landlord had already served me a thirty-day notice, giving me a tight deadline to pay three months' worth of rent or face eviction.

At least I had Emmett, my boyfriend. He may not have been wealthy, even as a werewolf, but he had a steady job and could afford his rent. We had been together for three years, knowing each other for five. Perhaps it was time to discuss moving in together. It seemed like the logical next step.

As I trudged down the crowded city street, a thin sheen of sweat clinging to my forehead from a day of fruitless job-hunting, hunger began to gnaw at my insides. Eating out was a luxury I couldn't afford, but the tantalizing aromas wafting from the restaurants I passed were impossible to ignore.

One restaurant across the street caught my attention, not because of the delectable scent of food, but for an entirely different reason. My footsteps faltered, and my eyes widened in disbelief.

There, right in the window of the restaurant, was Emmett. But he wasn't alone. He was with another woman, and they were...

Kissing.

"You've got to be kidding me," I muttered under my breath, unable to contain my shock. A few passersby turned their heads, giving me odd looks.Emmett had assured me that his recent absence was due to work commitments, but now I questioned his honesty. Was this what he had been doing all along? Cheating on me with another woman?

A surge of fury coursed through my veins, propelling me forward without a second thought. I hurried across the street, fixated on the restaurant window. As I approached, a knot twisted in my stomach. The woman he was with was stunning – a supermodel by all accounts. And that only made me feel worse about the situation. Emmett wasn't just cheating on me; he was cheating on me with someone who looked like her.

She was slender, blonde, and bronzed, with legs that seemed to stretch for miles. Clad in an alluring evening dress and sky-high heels, she emanated an undeniable allure. Though I often received compliments on my own features – my face, body, and long red hair – in that moment, I couldn't help but feel utterly worthless as I stood there, observing Emmett and his mistress.

How could he betray me like this?

I halted in front of the window, unnoticed by either of them. Lost in their passionate embrace, they remained oblivious to my presence. Fueled by anger, I pounded on the glass.

Startled, both Emmett and the mystery woman sprang apart, their eyes widening as they caught sight of me. Ignoring the odd gazes from the restaurant staff and patrons, I dashed inside, making a beeline for where Emmett and the woman were seated.

"How dare you?!" I yelled, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. "We've been together for three years, and you're cheating on me?"

The woman glanced back and forth between Emmett and me, her face flushed with embarrassment. The restaurant fell into an uneasy silence, but Emmett's expression betrayed only anger and resentment. Without a word, he rose from his seat and seized me by the arm, dragging me out of the establishment. His grip was too strong for me to resist, causing me to stumble after him and back into the bustling street, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"You're making a spectacle of both of us, Madison," he growled once we were outside.

"I'm making a spectacle?!" I retorted, my voice still raised. "You're openly making out with someone else!"

Emmett merely rolled his eyes, tugging me farther away from the restaurant's entrance. His werewolf eyes blazed a fiery orange, his face contorted with rage.

"Get a hold of yourself," he whispered, roughly pushing me against the building's exterior. "You're just an ordinary human. Count yourself lucky that I even bothered with you for three years."Tears welled up in my eyes, distorting my vision. His words pierced through me like a thousand needles, leaving a trail of pain in their wake.

"Why her?" I managed to choke out, my voice trembling with a mixture of heartbreak and disbelief.

Emmett, the man who had professed his love for me over the course of three years, let out a condescending chuckle. "You're of no use to me," he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "She's a Beta, part of a wealthy and influential family. Thanks to her, I'll be starting a new job at WereCorp next week."

WereCorp, the colossal corporation that held the world in its grip. Not only did they control the banks, but they also wielded power through their creation of the groundbreaking cryptocurrency of the 21st Century: WCoin. As a human, I had never dabbled in it, but I knew it had made many werewolves obscenely wealthy when it was first introduced.

His words continued to assault me. "What have you ever done for me, besides leeching off my success because you can't even find a job of your own? You're nothing compared to her. How dare you question my decision to move on?"

I had no words left, no retort that could match the bitterness welling up inside me. All I wanted was to escape from him, to distance myself from the toxicity that now tainted our relationship. Summoning every ounce of strength, I pushed Emmett away, freeing myself from the confines of the wall. "Fuck you," I growled, my anger surging as I raised my hand and delivered a resounding slap across his face. The gazes of passersby turned towards us, but I paid them no mind.

Without uttering another word, I spun on my heel, determined to leave him behind without a backward glance.

As I walked aimlessly through the streets, my emotions in disarray, I couldn't help but reflect on the Emmett I had first met. He had been nothing more than a fragile Omega, tormented by bullies and devoid of confidence, prospects, and companionship. I had been the one to uplift him, to nurture his self-assurance with my unwavering love and support. And this was how he repaid me? By abandoning me for some blonde, all in pursuit of a job at WereCorp?

Nothing ignited a fiercer rage within me than the knowledge that my three-year-long boyfriend and five-year-long best friend had discarded me so easily in favor of wealth and power.

My anger still ablaze, I found myself stepping onto the bustling intersection, my mind too clouded to properly assess the traffic. Suddenly, the blaring sound of a car horn jolted me back to reality. I looked up just in time to see a sleek luxury car hurtling towards me. Cursing under my breath, I stumbled backward and tumbled into a nearby puddle, narrowly avoiding the collision.The screeching halt of the car beside me caught me off guard. I assumed they would speed away after nearly running me over, but what astonished me even more was the person sitting inside when the window rolled down.

Jesus Allen, the CEO of WereCorp.

Notorious for being the youngest CEO in the company's history and heir to the world's largest fortune, Jesus was equally known for his striking appearance. Despite my anger and frustration from the events of the day, I couldn't help but notice his chiseled jawline, powerful shoulders and arms, and remarkably handsome face.

I opened my mouth to protest his reckless driving, but before I could utter a word, he scanned me from head to toe and tossed a wad of cash out the window, leaving with a rev of his engine.

Jesus Allen, the CEO of WereCorp, had nearly run me over... and thrown money at me as if I were some beggar.

All werewolves were nothing more than arrogant jerks.

In a fit of anger, I threw the cash onto the ground and stood there, cursing under my breath as I realized how drenched and filthy my clothes had become. I would have to go home and scrounge up some change to take them to the laundromat, just so I could continue my job hunt tomorrow. But for now, all I wanted was to drown my sorrows.

I walked for a few blocks until I spotted a bar that seemed quiet and inviting. Taking a deep breath and attempting to smooth down my stained shirt, I entered the establishment and approached the bouncer.

The bouncer narrowed his eyes at my disheveled appearance, sniffing the air in front of me.

"No humans allowed without a member escort," he growled, crossing his arms.

I furrowed my brow. "Member?" I questioned. "I'm a paying customer. Just let me buy a drink."

The bouncer shook his head and started to guide me towards the exit, treating me like some kind of nuisance.

"Is this even legal?" I raised my voice in protest. "You can't discriminate against humans like this! Is my money worthless here just because of-"

"She's with me," a firm and authoritative voice interrupted from behind.

Both the bouncer and I turned our heads to see a man in a suit standing on the stairs.

Jesus Allen.

Chapter 2

"She's with me," Jesus declared, his gaze unwavering as he locked eyes with the bouncer. The burly man hesitated for a moment before stepping aside, allowing us entry. I couldn't help but feel a mix of gratitude and apprehension as Jesus descended the stairs, motioning for me to follow.

The rain had started to drizzle again, casting a gloomy aura over the city streets. Jesus glanced out the door, concern etched on his face. "It looks like it's going to pour. You don't want to be caught in the rain, do you?" His tone held a hint of condescension, but he was right. I didn't fancy a drenching on my way home, so I silently acquiesced and trailed after him.

As we reached the top of the stairs, Jesus cast a critical eye over my disheveled appearance. "You're still wearing those filthy clothes," he remarked, his voice tinged with coldness. "I gave you money to replace them. Why didn't you use it?"

I scowled, feeling a surge of defiance. "I may be human, but I won't accept money from rude and arrogant individuals who treat me like a beggar."

Jesus clicked his tongue disapprovingly, scrutinizing me for a moment before turning to a woman nearby. She wore a plain black staff uniform and appeared slightly older than me. He murmured something to her, and she nodded, extending a welcoming smile my way.

"Follow me, miss," she beckoned, her arm outstretched. Jesus vanished into the main room of the bar, leaving me with a mix of curiosity and wariness.Allen has generously provided you with access to our exclusive wardrobe selection," the woman explained, her voice dripping with a hint of formality. "Please enjoy your evening and make yourself comfortable."

I nodded, my mind still reeling from the unexpected turn of events. The room oozed opulence, each garment hanging with an air of superiority. I couldn't help but feel a mix of disbelief and intrigue. Was this some sort of twisted redemption or an elaborate game?

Lost in thought, I absently fingered the delicate fabric of a midnight-black dress that caught my eye. Its silk caressed my skin as I slipped it on, the sensation both comforting and empowering. The dress clung to my curves, accentuating my figure in all the right places. Completing the ensemble with sleek black heels and a clutch purse, I felt a newfound confidence wash over me.

As I descended the stairs, my heart pounded against my ribcage like a caged bird desperate for freedom. Jesus, engrossed in conversation, abruptly halted when his gaze found mine. Our eyes locked, a silent understanding passing between us. In that moment, the weight of our encounter on the street dissipated, replaced by a sense of possibility.

The woman beside me discreetly nudged me forward, urging me to take my place by Jesus' side. As I approached, I couldn't help but notice the subtle change in his demeanor. His features softened, a flicker of remorse glinting in his eyes. It was as if he, too, sought solace in this unexpected twist of fate.

The evening unfolded, conversations and laughter blending with the clinking of glasses and soft melodies drifting through the air. Jesus and I danced around one another, our words laced with unspoken apologies and tentative hope. The tension between us was palpable, a magnetic force pulling us closer with each passing moment.

In the midst of the revelry, I couldn't help but wonder if this was his way of extending an olive branch, a chance for redemption. Or perhaps it was merely a masquerade, a cruel facade designed to inflict further pain. But as the night wore on, I realized that it didn't matter. This was my opportunity to reclaim my power, to rise above the wreckage of betrayal and forge my own path.

And so, with each step, each word exchanged, I wove a tapestry of resilience and self-discovery. In this room filled with exquisite attire and whispered secrets, I shed the remnants of a broken heart and emerged as a woman reborn. No longer defined by the past, I embraced the uncertainty of the present, ready to rewrite my own story.The woman's words hung in the air, lingering like a delicate melody. "Allen has agreed to cover the expenses of the evening," she said, her voice carrying a hint of mystery and allure. "That includes any drinks and food you order, as well as the clothes. Please feel free to take a seat at the bar."

My cheeks flushed, betraying my sudden unease. This dress, so elegant and extravagant, was a world away from my usual attire. And now it was mine? I looked up, searching for the woman to confirm if I could truly keep it, but she had vanished into thin air.

Taking a deep breath, I ventured into the main area, my steps tentative yet filled with curiosity. The bar beckoned me, and I gracefully perched on one of its stools, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation.

The bartender, a stoic figure with a twinkle in his eye, approached with a welcoming smile. "What would you like to drink?" he inquired, his voice as smooth as silk.

"Um... Gin and tonic, please," I replied, my fingers fumbling with the clasp of my purse. My gaze wandered, taking in the eclectic mix of patrons engrossed in their conversations. A woman, draped in a scarlet gown, caressed the piano keys on a small stage, her music weaving through the air like a gentle breeze.

A few moments later, the bartender returned, placing my drink before me. I mustered a grateful nod, but my mind was elsewhere, swirling with uncertainty and a desire to blend in seamlessly.

Suddenly, a masculine voice broke through my thoughts, shattering the fragile peace I had found. Startled, I turned to face a middle-aged man in a tailored suit, leaning casually against the bar with a whiskey in hand. Salt-and-pepper hair framed his rugged face, and the scent of his drink lingered in the air.

"What's a beautiful girl like you doing sitting all alone?" he inquired, his voice carrying a hint of charm and curiosity. I flinched, caught off guard by his audacity. My heart yearned for solitude, for a respite from the chaos that had led me to this moment. After discovering my boyfriend entangled with another woman, conversation was the last thing on my mind. But Jesus Allen's act of kindness had granted me this evening, and I owed it to him to at least make an effort.

Summoning a weak smile, I took a sip of my drink, hoping to convey disinterest. Yet, the man persisted, undeterred by my subtle cues."Allow me to treat you to another libation," the man proposed, leaning in closer to me. "Something more exquisite than a gin and tonic. As a beta, I have an abundance of wealth. You can indulge in anything your heart desires..."

I mustered a weak smile, concealing my repulsion at the mention of the term 'beta'. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm content with what I have. Thank you, though."

"Nonsense," he dismissed my refusal, either oblivious or indifferent to my lack of interest. He settled onto the stool adjacent to mine, his proximity uncomfortably invasive. "The name is Gregory Henderson, by the way." He extended his hand for a shake, and when our palms met, his was slightly clammy.

"Madison," I muttered, swiftly retracting my hand.

"Fascinating name," he remarked. "You know, as the Beta of..."

My mind went blank as Gregory prattled on about his riches, lineage, and numerous vacation abodes. I strained to maintain an appearance of politeness, but eventually, I reached my limit.

"That's why I prefer the gulet yacht--"

"Excuse me, I need to use the restroom," I interjected abruptly, halting his discourse on yacht preferences. He scowled as I rose abruptly, retrieving my purse, clearly irked by my interruption. Yet, I cared little for his annoyance. Without uttering another word, I made my way to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me and taking a few deep breaths as I leaned against the sink.

I lingered there for a couple of minutes, splashing cold water on my face and glancing at my phone until I was certain that Gregory had grown weary of waiting at the bar. Finally, I ventured back out. Fortunately, he had vanished from his previous spot. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I resumed my seat. However, that relief quickly transformed into annoyance when the bartender approached me, presenting a crimson cocktail in a martini glass and informing me that Gregory had covered its cost.Letting out an exasperated sigh, I gingerly picked up the glass and cast a glance over my shoulder. Gregory, the ever-watchful hawk, perched himself at a corner table, his eyes trained on me. Not wanting to create a scene, I raised my glass in a silent gesture of gratitude before turning back to take a sip.

However, as the minutes ticked by and the alcohol coursed through my veins, a sense of unease settled in. Accepting a drink from a stranger at a bar was proving to be a grave mistake. The room began to spin, my head grew light, and before I knew it, I stumbled into the embrace of a stranger.

"Whoa there," Gregory's voice rang out, his arms encircling me protectively. "Looks like I need to get you home."

My heart raced, panic setting in as Gregory led me away. I was too disoriented and weak to protest. Just as darkness threatened to consume me completely, a cool hand landed on my shoulder, distinct from Gregory's clammy grip.

"Where are you taking her?" Jesus's voice cut through the haze, low and dangerous.

"Oh, uh... just taking her home," Gregory stammered. "She had a bit too much to drink. We're old friends."

Jesus leaned down, his piercing gray eyes locking onto mine. In that moment, words failed me, and all I could manage was a feeble shake of my head.

The events that followed were a blur, but when awareness seeped back into my consciousness, I found myself enveloped in the warm embrace of Jesus Allen, nestled in the backseat of a car.

"Where do you live?" he inquired, his voice laced with concern.

I attempted to respond, my words slurred and unintelligible. "I'll take you to a hotel then," he decided, his determination unwavering.

In my semi-conscious state, the sensation of Jesus's arms around me sent shivers down my spine.

"Stay," I murmured, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Jesus recoiled, muttering something about my state of mind, but there was a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. The scent of his cologne lingered in the air, tempting me to press on...

And before long, Jesus Allen, the enigmatic and affluent CEO of WereCorp, succumbed to my touch.

Chapter 3

With a groan, I propped myself up on my elbows and surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings. Fragments of the previous night's events flooded my mind, like shards of a shattered memory. The bar, the allure of the silky black dress I had carefully chosen... I recalled the taste of the gin and tonic on my lips, and the unwelcome advances of a middle-aged predator.

But there were other recollections too, ones that held a different kind of allure.

I remembered being ensconced in the backseat of a car, my lips tracing a path along the warm, inviting curve of a man's neck. At first, he resisted the fire that danced between us, but soon succumbed to its irresistible pull. Together, we ascended the elevator that led us to a luxurious hotel room, our bodies magnetically drawn to one another. In the hallway, stolen kisses and tantalizing caresses punctuated our journey, leaving a trail of desire in their wake.

His touch ignited an electric current within me, his hands firmly gripping my waist through the veil of the silky black dress. With a sense of urgency, we crossed the threshold of the hotel room, our hunger for each other reaching a fever pitch. He carried me effortlessly to the bed, his lips meeting mine in a frenzy of passion. I clung to him, desperately seeking solace in his embrace as I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. Impatient with my clumsy attempts, he took matters into his own hands, revealing a torso adorned with sinewy muscles that hinted at untold strength.In the moonlit hotel room, our bodies entwined, we reveled in the ecstasy of the night. But as the dawn broke, reality seeped into my consciousness. Slowly, I turned my head to gaze at the man lying beside me, still asleep. Even in slumber, Jesus Allen remained as captivating as ever, his chiseled torso and the hint of his groin exposed by the sheets.

Yet, a bitter truth gnawed at me. He was my ex-boyfriend's new boss, a man tainted by infidelity. I bit my lip, grappling with the conflicting emotions that surged within me. Quietly, I slipped out of bed, searching for my scattered garments, a desperate attempt to regain some semblance of control.

"Ahem."

Startled, I spun around, clutching my panties in hand. Jesus sat up, his cold gray eyes fixed on me. Without uttering a word, he rose from the bed, his nudity making my face flush crimson. He walked over to where his pants lay discarded on the floor, while I hastily donned my undergarments.

In a dark, brooding tone, he extended his wallet towards me. "Here," he said, his voice tinged with an edge of bitterness, as he withdrew a thick wad of cash. "Take it, but remember, this is a one-time arrangement."

I took a step back, the anger and resentment bubbling within me. "You... think I'm a prostitute?" My words dripped with venom.

Jesus shrugged nonchalantly, tossing the money at my feet. "It matters not whether you are or aren't," he replied coldly, his back turned to me as he dressed himself. "No one shares my bed without expecting something in return. Your aloof facade vanished the moment I adorned you and paid for your drinks. I know what you desire. Take the money and leave."

A frown creased my forehead, my eyes narrowing with determination."I never wanted your money," I spat, my voice trembling with anger as I snatched the dress from the floor and reluctantly slipped it on. If I still had my own clothes, I would've left the dress abandoned, but my stained outfit was long gone by now, lost in the chaos of the night.

"By the way," Jesus muttered dismissively, his back turned to me as he nonchalantly buttoned his shirt, "you should really learn not to accept drinks from strangers. You're lucky I was there to rescue you from that creep. Maybe exercise some basic common sense next time."

I paused, grinding my teeth together, before finally mustering a response.

"You're just as callous and heartless as they say," I seethed.

Jesus remained silent, and I had no desire to stick around and see if he could conjure up a defense. With a huff of frustration, I grabbed the strappy heels from the previous night and stormed barefoot towards the door. My hand lingered on the doorknob for a moment, my fury intensifying, and as I swung the door open, I threw one final remark over my shoulder.

"You can't simply throw money at people to appease your guilty conscience," I growled, before storming out and slamming the door behind me.

...

As soon as I reached home, I ripped off the dress and flung it along with the heels into a corner, my fury towards both Emmett and Jesus simmering within me. Scowling and muttering under my breath, I stomped over to the fridge in nothing but my underwear and pulled out a carton of milk to pour myself a bowl of cereal. Cereal was practically all I had to eat, but the thought of accepting Jesus Allen's money after a one-night stand made me feel even emptier than my growling stomach.

Just as I was about to take my first bite of cereal, the persistent ring of my phone shattered the silence.I couldn't help but roll my eyes, already anticipating another desperate plea from Emmett to take him back. But as I squinted at the screen, I realized it was an unknown number flashing on my phone. Curiosity got the better of me, and I answered, stirring my cereal absentmindedly with a spoon.

"Hello?" I said, my voice laced with a hint of skepticism. Spam callers were a dime a dozen these days.

"Good morning. Is this Madison Young?" came a warm voice on the other end.

"Yes," I replied cautiously, wondering who this could be.

"My name is Natalie Ramirez. I'm calling from the Au Pair Agency."

My eyes widened, and I dropped my spoon, not even caring as it clattered into the bowl, splashing milk everywhere. The Au Pair Agency. I had been desperately searching for a nanny job through them for months, but so far, no luck. I had almost given up hope.

"We've found an assignment for you," Natalie continued, her tone almost sing-song. "It's a full-time, live-in position with a single Alpha father. Are you available to make a house call later today to meet the family and complete an interview?"

I struggled to find my voice, the excitement bubbling up inside me threatening to burst. "Y-Yes," I managed to stammer. "I would be more than happy to."

"Great," Natalie replied cheerfully. "You're expected at two o'clock today. I'll text you the address once we end the call."

"Thank you so much," I breathed, overwhelmed with gratitude.

"You're welcome. Oh, and Madison, just so you know, you won't be the only candidate for this position. I suggest making a good first impression. Working for this family is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and the pay is unlike anything you've ever seen."

Her words sent a wave of both excitement and trepidation through me. I wanted this job badly, but the competition suddenly loomed large in my mind. Before I could ask Natalie who the family was, the line went dead, leaving me in a bewildered silence.

I furrowed my brow, staring at my phone as the address details flashed on the screen. Who could this family be, willing to pay a nanny so handsomely? My mind raced with possibilities, my heartbeat quickening with anticipation. This was my chance to change everything.

Chapter 4

Ensuring that the tags on my clothes were discreetly hidden, I parked my car and proceeded towards the front entrance. Clutching my resume tightly, my heart began to race within my chest. But as I joined the line of hopeful candidates, I couldn't help but notice a disheartening trend. Women were not only entering the mansion, but also exiting with desolate expressions etched upon their faces. One particularly striking girl, who appeared slightly younger than me, even had tears streaming down her cheeks as she crumpled her resume in frustration.

Could the employer truly be so terrible that he reduced these poor women to tears during their interviews?

As the line gradually diminished and I inched closer to the entrance, a lump formed in my throat. The interior of the house was a breathtaking sight to behold, adorned with dark Tudor-style wainscoting and creaking wooden floors. A magnificent double staircase graced the front foyer, serving as the path for the women who were summoned by name. They ascended one side with anticipation and confidence, only to descend the other side with defeat etched across their features after their interviews.

"Name?" a woman's voice inquired from ahead of me.I glanced upward and caught sight of a mature woman with silver strands cascading into a tightly coiled bun. Clad in a somber navy dress, its high collar buttoned to the very top, she exuded an air of stern formality. A pristine gray apron, freshly pressed, adorned her figure, completing the picture of meticulousness. As her gaze settled upon me, her thin lips formed a taut line, stirring a wave of unease within me.

"Madison Young," I stammered, my voice betraying traces of trepidation.

She mumbled something under her breath, consulting the clipboard clutched in her grasp, before making a tick mark next to my name with a decisive hand.

"You're human?" she inquired, casting me a mildly disparaging look. I nodded, feeling a peculiar mix of relief and apprehension. "Very well. Take a seat."

I made my way towards the congregation of women, searching for a vacant spot amidst the plush armchairs. Settling into a secluded corner, I sank into the cushioned comfort, my mind consumed by potential answers to anticipated interview questions.

My reverie was abruptly shattered when an elderly woman descended the stairs in a state of utter distress. Tears streamed down her weathered face as she exclaimed, "She's a little monster! In all my years as a governess, I have never encountered – and I mean never – such a heartless creature."

A hushed silence enveloped the room as the woman stormed out, followed by a few others who deemed the impending encounter not worth their while. Determined, I resolved to take the risk; this job was crucial to me, regardless of the child's reputed behavior. The children at the orphanage where I volunteered adored me, even the most challenging ones. Surely, I could unearth the glimmers of goodness in this young soul as well.

Hours ticked by as I languished in that armchair, awaiting my turn for the interview. As the golden rays of the sun receded, and weariness crept into my bones, I found myself involuntarily succumbing to slumber.My encounter with Mr. Jesus Allen had drained me more than I cared to admit. The exhaustion weighed heavy on my shoulders, making each step feel like a monumental task. As I sat in the waiting room, my eyelids grew heavy, and before I knew it, I had succumbed to a deep slumber.

Startled awake by the stern woman's voice, I jolted upright, hastily wiping away a trace of drool from the corner of my mouth. Her gaze pierced through me, and I could feel the weight of her judgment bearing down on me.

"Madison Young," she called out, her tone as sharp as a blade.

"Oh! I apologize," I stammered, trying to gather myself. "Is it my turn?" I glanced around the empty waiting room, confusion clouding my thoughts.

"Go home," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for negotiation. With a dismissive gesture towards the door, she made it clear that my presence was no longer required.

"But... I haven't had my interview," I protested, panic bubbling up within me. Clutching my resume tightly, I felt desperation clawing at my chest. "I'm sorry I dozed off, but it's been hours—"

"Felicity doesn't wish to see any more candidates," she interrupted, her words cutting through my hopes like a knife. "Especially not young, pretty girls like yourself."

My heart plummeted into the depths of my stomach, despair washing over me in waves. I shook my head vehemently, refusing to accept defeat.

"No," I pleaded, my voice trembling. "Please, just let me see her. I promise you won't regret it if you give me a chance."

The woman's gaze bore into me, silence stretching between us. After what felt like an eternity, she sighed, her resolve weakening.

"Fine," she relented, her voice laced with resignation. Turning away, she began to ascend the stairs. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

Elation surged through me as I eagerly followed her up the grand staircase. The hallway stretched before us, adorned with opulent wooden doors. Each step brought me closer to my destiny, my heart pounding in anticipation. Finally, we reached the end of the hallway, standing before a door that seemed to hold infinite possibilities. Without uttering a word, the woman opened the door and allowed me to enter.

"I told you I'm tired!" a voice growled from behind a high-backed chair, its occupant hidden from view. "I don't want to see anyone else!"

Undeterred, I took a step forward, determination guiding my every move. "Well, I'd like to see you," I said softly, closing the distance between us.From behind the chair, a small head of blonde hair emerged, fixating its gaze on me. The child's appraisal lingered for several moments before she abruptly abandoned her seat and charged towards me. Her face contorted into an angry snarl, revealing a set of feral fangs. Amidst her unruly mop of hair, two pointed ears twitched threateningly.

I held my ground, unyielding to her display of aggression.

"Why aren't you running like the rest?!" she shrieked, her voice escalating into a high-pitched squeal.

Kneeling down to meet her gaze, I noticed her hair obscuring her vision. Slowly, I extended my hand to brush it aside. She recoiled, growling and baring her teeth, but eventually relented, unveiling a pair of sparkling blue eyes.

"You're quite beautiful," I murmured softly, observing as the little girl's ears perked up and her lips gradually closed. "What's your name?"

She hesitated, staring at the floor. When she finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper, her face remained downturned. "Felicity."

"Pleasure to meet you, Felicity," I replied. "I'm Madison. Can you tell me why you wanted to frighten me away?"

"My daddy is a handsome and wealthy man," she whispered. "All the young and pretty girls like you only want to work for him so they can marry him and take his money. No one wants to be here for me. I told Ms. Violet that I didn't want to see anyone else, but she brought you instead."

A wave of emotion washed over me, threatening to bring tears to my eyes at the little girl's words.

"You know," I began gently, extending my hand with my palm upturned. As Felicity tentatively touched my fingers, the weight of dread lifted from my stomach. "I was an orphan when I was your age."I know the feeling of not being wanted," I confessed.

Felicity's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and curiosity. "Really?" she asked, her voice filled with wonder. "You're not here to steal my daddy away?"

Suppressing a laugh, I shook my head, contemplating the absurdity of it all. A wealthy Alpha werewolf like her father would never be interested in someone like me, a mere human.

"No," I reassured her gently. "I'm here for you."

Both Felicity and I turned our heads as the door creaked open. Glancing over my shoulder, still crouched down, I saw the familiar woman standing in the doorway. It was Violet, as I had come to learn.

"It's past your bedtime, Felicity," Violet reminded her, clasping her hands together.

But Felicity paid no mind, skipping past me with an air of cheerfulness as if she hadn't just threatened to bite my face off moments ago.

Violet cast me a disbelieving look, her eyes narrowing as she assessed me. "Hmph," she muttered under her breath once Felicity was out of earshot. "What did you do to make her choose you?"

I shrugged, understanding the power of finding common ground. "Sometimes, that connection is all it takes," I replied, following Violet out of the room.

As we descended the stairs, Violet opened the front door to let me leave. "We have your address on file, and a car will be waiting for you in the morning to take you to sign your contract and begin your first day. Be ready at six o'clock sharp, and not a moment later."

With a smile, I nodded, feeling a lightness in my step despite Violet's curt demeanor. However, before I could walk away, I turned back to face her. "By the way, what is the father's name?" I inquired.

Violet pursed her lips, her gaze turning cold. "You'll receive all the details once you sign your contract," she replied sharply, promptly closing the door in my face and leaving me standing alone on the doorstep.

Chapter 5

With thirty minutes left before departure, I paced anxiously, gazing out the window. I fought the urge to chew on my nails, willing myself with every ounce of strength to resist. I waited eagerly for the car that Violet had mentioned. And right on cue, as the clock struck 5:59, a sleek black car glided to a stop outside. Without wasting a second, I dashed out of my apartment and down the stairs, ensuring I opened the car door promptly at 6:00.

"Hmph," Violet huffed, her eyes on her watch as I settled into the backseat. "Six o'clock sharp. A bit breathless, but you made it."

"Apologies," I murmured, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear and fastening my seatbelt. "It's not the safest neighborhood, so I didn't want to linger outside."

Violet remained silent as the car pulled away from the curb and ventured down the street.

"Our first stop will be to sign your contract with the lawyer," Violet informed me, her voice devoid of emotion as she stared out the window, a hint of disgust etched on her aging face. "Afterward, you'll receive a tour of the penthouse apartment where you'll be spending most of your time. Do you anticipate needing to return to your previous residence to gather your belongings?"

I pondered my apartment and its contents for a moment.

"Well, I do have some clothes and personal items there—"

"Your employer will provide you with everything you require: clothing, toiletries, books, and any other necessities or desires you may have. Unless you possess sentimental possessions that necessitate retrieval, I would advise against wasting your time and energy on such a venture."

I nodded, my fingers tightening around the delicate silver locket hanging from my neck. That locket was my sole sentimental possession, always close to my heart. Everything else within that apartment could go up in flames, for all I cared."Very well," Violet said.

The minutes that followed were cloaked in a heavy silence as we continued our journey in the plush town car. Violet, sitting across from me, kept her gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside, never once bothering to meet my eyes. I refused to let it affect me; growing up as a human amidst a world ruled by werewolves had taught me to endure such treatment. While there were werewolves who regarded humans as equals, there were far more who saw us as an inferior race. Violet, I suspected, fell into the latter category.

Eventually, the driver pulled over in front of a Robertsstone, its grand bay windows adorned with a sign that read "Larry Roberts, Esq." Without uttering a word, Violet exited the car and headed towards the door. Following suit, I did my best impression of Emmette, positioning myself behind her as she rapped on the door with a brass knocker.

A few moments later, the door creaked open, revealing a young woman who silently led us inside. The office exuded an unsettling aroma, a blend of mahogany and burnt coffee. It was eerily quiet, devoid of any conversation. Neither Violet nor the woman exchanged a single word. The woman simply closed the door behind us and gestured towards a partially ajar door at the end of a short hallway. We entered, finding an elderly man seated behind an imposing wooden desk.

He was fast asleep.

Violet cleared her throat with force, taking a seat across from him. But even that failed to rouse him from his slumber. Acting swiftly, she discreetly kicked him beneath the desk.

"Wake up, Larry!"

Startled, the old man jolted awake, his glasses askew as he fumbled to put them back on. Suppressing a laugh, I lingered in the doorway. However, my amusement waned when Violet abruptly turned around, nodding for me to take a seat.

"Right," Larry stammered, adjusting his spectacles with trembling hands. He opened a drawer and retrieved a stack of documents. "Now, let's see..."

As the clock on the wall behind him ticked in synchrony with my racing heart, its sound permeated my ears, driving me nearly mad. The elderly lawyer moistened his fingers and laboriously flipped through the papers. Finally, after what felt like an eternity and a curt "ahem" from Violet, he produced a packet of paperwork for me and placed it on the table, along with a pen."Simply sign this basic contract and an NDA," he stated.

I leaned in, reaching for the pen, my eyes scanning the contract. My eyebrows shot up as I stumbled upon a couple of intriguing clauses: one forbidding any romantic involvement with my employer and another prohibiting pregnancy without permission.

"What's the deal with these clauses?" I inquired, pointing at them. Larry leaned over, giving them a cursory glance before brushing them off dismissively.

"Just standard stuff."

"But I--"

"Just sign the agreement," Violet growled, her words laced with impatience. "Unless you think you'll break the clauses..."

"No, no," I assured, hastily scribbling my signature and sliding the contract back to Larry. "I would never. I was just curious."

Violet let out a disdainful huff and stood, smoothing down her skirt.

"Well, that's settled," she declared, nodding politely at Larry, who already appeared drained from our brief interaction. "Let's go, Madison."

...

A few minutes later, we arrived at the location where I would be working and residing. It stood in stark contrast to the Tudor-style mountain mansion I had visited the previous day, yet it was equally grand and breathtaking. Violet and I strolled through the marble lobby and ascended several floors in the elevator before stepping into a magnificent entryway adorned with cherry wood parquet floors and expansive, arched windows reminiscent of a luxurious Parisian apartment.

Felicity awaited us upon arrival. She appeared far more composed and less wild than the night before, donning a prim baby blue dress with delicate ruffles and a bow in her hair.

To mine and Violet's surprise, Felicity enveloped me in a tight embrace and then took my hand, leading me away from Violet and on an extensive tour of the sprawling apartment—a journey that lasted well over an hour, considering the sheer size of the place. By the time it concluded, I was thoroughly exhausted. Felicity's bedroom alone surpassed the size of my former apartment.

Finally, after introducing me to the twin maids, Allison and Delphine, Felicity guided me to my designated room.Pushing open the grand double doors with her delicate hands, she exclaimed, "This is your room!" My astonishment was palpable as I beheld the spacious and breathtaking beauty of the room, complete with a small balcony that offered a captivating view of the city below.

"This... this is mine?" I managed to utter, my disbelief evident in my voice.

"Mm-hmm," Felicity chimed, climbing onto the bed and bouncing with excitement. "Come feel how comfortable it is!"

With a smile, I approached the bed and sat down beside her.

"Wow, it's so bouncy," I remarked, causing Felicity to giggle and flop onto her back, arms outstretched. Seizing the moment of silence and our newfound privacy, I sought to learn more about Felicity and gather information about her mysterious father, ensuring he wasn't some eccentric individual.

"So, can you tell me about your parents?" I inquired gently. "Do you have a mother?"

Felicity shook her head, still lying on her back and gazing up at the ceiling. "Nope. I never got to meet my mom. She passed away when I was born."

"Oh," I responded, my voice faltering with sympathy. "I'm sorry."

Nonchalantly, Felicity sat up, hopped off the bed, and strolled over to the dresser, where she began playing with the ornate drawer knobs. "It's okay. I'm content with just my daddy. He's always kind to me... I just wish he could spend more time with me."

I stood up and joined Felicity by the dresser. She turned to look at me, her eyes as mesmerizingly blue as they had been the previous night. "I'm sure he wishes he could spend more time with you too," I reassured her.

...

As evening descended upon us, Felicity and I found ourselves sitting on the living room floor, engrossed in a world of games. Delphine and Allison were busy preparing dinner nearby. I watched intently as Felicity diligently colored a picture with her crayons, assisting her in drawing the more challenging elements she couldn't quite manage on her own. Suddenly, the sound of the front door clicking open disrupted our concentration.

Felicity's head snapped up, her crayons slipping from her grasp as she leaped to her feet and dashed towards the foyer.

"Daddy!" she exclaimed with unbridled joy. Taking a deep breath, I stood up, smoothing down my shirt and hastily adjusting my hair, readying myself for my first encounter with Felicity's father.

"Hey there, princess. Did you have a good day?" his voice resounded through the house.

My eyes widened at the sound. It seemed that I already knew this affluent, handsome father I had heard so much about.

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