I Became the Nanny of the Billionaire’s Daughter

I stood outside the tall glass building, my fingers curling into my palm. My father had called, cold as ever, telling me to get to Aaron Alabaster’s company. No details. No reason. Just an order.

The same man I’d saved a child for last night. The same man who’d watched me wake up in the hospital, asking questions that shook something inside me.

I wasn’t sure why I came. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was because, deep down, I hoped someone—anyone—would finally see me for more than what my family thought I was.

I took a breath, stepped inside, and told the receptionist my name. She immediately stood and gestured to the elevator. “Mr. Alabaster is expecting you.”

Of course he is.

As the elevator rose, I felt my heart pounding harder. I wasn’t nervous… I was terrified.

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Meanwhile...

Inside a sleek black car parked just outside the building, Aaron sat in silence, his eyes watching the bustling streets through the window.

In the backseat, his daughter, Aria, played quietly in the corner of her dress.

“She was really pretty,” Aria said suddenly, her soft voice breaking the silence. “And warm.”

Aaron looked over at her. “The woman from yesterday?”

Aria nodded. “She held me tight. Even when she got hurt. I felt… safe.”

He didn’t say anything.

Aria looked up at him. “Daddy… I want to be with her.”

Aaron raised a brow. “Why?”

Aria shrugged. “She smiled at me like I mattered. Not like the others at school. That other kid… the one she picks up? He always pushes me, calls me names.”

Aaron frowned. He hadn’t heard that.

“I saw her before,” Aria whispered, “at school. I thought she looked like a princess. I didn’t know she was real.”

He chuckled lightly. “She’s real.”

“If she were my mommy…” Aria trailed off, then smiled faintly. “She would love me. I can tell.”

Aaron’s heart tightened, a rare thing for him. He reached out and gently ran his fingers through Aria’s hair.

He glanced back out the window, mind drifting to five years ago.

Back then, he’d woken up in a strange room, beside a woman he didn’t know. His first instinct was rage. He thought it was his brother’s doing, a trap for him. Another petty attempt to ruin him.

He didn’t confront her. He didn’t even ask her name. He just left.

But months later, a baby appeared at his doorstep and he didn’t know who the mother was. He never saw the woman’s face. He just left after he put his clothes on. At first, he’s going to ask his secretary, Hanson, to take the child to the orphanage since he knows that it wasn’t his.

Maybe it was a scheme of his brother to make his life worse. Handson offered him a paternity test to check if the child was really his daughter or not. It turns out that Aria was really his child. He doesn’t have any other choice but to accept the child.

He was abandoned the same when he was young to his father’s doorstep. But he was taken to the orphanage and lived there until he left after he reached 18 years old. Would he really do the same thing to his child?

“Handson, hire a nanny for her. Make sure that she is well fed and well taken care of,” Aaron said and looked at the child. A mole under her lips is her distinct feature on her face. It didn’t come from him but it might have come from her mother.

“Alright. But what will her name be?” Handson asked. Aaron thought about it.

“Aria. Her name is Aria Alabaster,” Aaron answered firmly and held the child in his arms. He’s not ready to be a father, but… when did anyone be ready? But the real question is, who is her mother and who took her to his place?

Years had passed and it still lingers in his mind who was the mother of Aria. But for Aria to say that she has a strong connection with me who saved her, could he deny her request when his daughter never asked for anything?

“Aria,” he said, voice low. “Would you want the woman who saved you to be your mother?”

Aria blinked. Then slowly nodded. “I’d really love that.”

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Back in the building…

I sat on the leather chair, awkward under the weight of the silence. The office was massive, intimidating, but strangely cold.

Aaron hadn’t arrived yet. I shifted in place, staring at the city skyline outside the window. Why did I come? Before I could talk myself into leaving, the door creaked open.

He walked in, tall, composed, like the world bowed to him. Our eyes met. He didn’t say anything at first. He just watched me.

Then finally, “You came.”

I nodded. “You called my father and asked him to come here.”

A pause.

“I wanted to thank you again,” he said. “For saving my daughter.”

I swallowed. “No worries about it. She’s a kind child.”

“Thank you for thinking about her like that.”

I gave a small smile. “She was brave. Though she’s afraid, she’s never cried. ”

Aaron sat across from me, silent for a beat. “Serena Clake,” he said. “There’s something I want to ask you.”

My stomach dropped. “What is it?”

He leaned forward. “My daughter doesn’t really open herself to other strangers. Only to her nanny or to me. This is the first time she has done this. Can you do me a favor? Can you take care of her until she adjusts?”