The billionaire pretended to go on a trip to catch the nanny… but what he saw upon secretly returning left him speechless.
There was no creaking of the lock.
Don Roberto had personally oiled the bolts the night before, setting the stage for his perfect trap.
The house was shrouded in that deceptive stillness that precedes storms, or so he believed.
His hand, steady and encased in a black leather glove, turned the doorknob of the front door with exasperating slowness.
He carried his briefcase in his other hand, not because he had work, but because it was part of the disguise.
He was supposed to be 3,000 meters in the air, flying to a conference in Geneva.
The house was supposed to be empty of his presence, leaving the way clear for the new nanny to show her true colors.
Roberto hated uncertainty.
Since his wife’s death, his life had become a grid of schedules, rules, and enforced silences.
He had fired four nannies in six months: one for arriving five minutes late, another for using the phone while feeding the twins, another simply because her laughter seemed too loud for a house in mourning.
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