Enzo's Point of View

I finally finished my task, or at least the most legal one.

Andrew said I could visit the warehouse if I wanted to.

I looked at my watch and saw that it was 7:58 p.m.; I hadn't realized how quickly time had passed.

Career and reputation are most important to me, followed by family and personal matters. I've been indoctrinated to think this way since I was a child.

I stood up and grabbed my phone and some documents. I approached my own elevator. I created it because I despise the other individuals in my space.

I got into my car and headed to the warehouse.

I got out my phone and asked Linda to do something for me.

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I arrived, and everything seemed wonderful. Andrew's car was parked outside. When I came in, there was no one there.

"Hey Luc, I was even about to leave, I thought you'd go home" he admitted.

"No," I said. The tour of the new warehouse was quick.

I requested a few adjustments, but they were small.

I came home at 8:43 p.m., opened the door, and went into the living room.

Bella was playing with her dolls as usual when she looked up and our eyes met, a grin spreading across her little face. "Hello, Daddy," she murmured with a wave.

"Evening, Bella" I nodded; I'd never understood how to be a parent, and I didn't have a good model.

Andrea strolled down the steps on her phone, looked at me, and then walked by.

Gabriel came down after her and just went by.

I must admit that I am terrible at parenting.

Before I could mount the steps, a maid dashed in.

She paused for a brief bow, saying "Mr Rossi" shakily.

"What?" I inquired, fed up with avoiding the question.

"I tried to stop her, but she insisted-" she began, but before she could continue, "Luc?" came from a voice that was quite familiar.

When I turned to face Bianca, my blood began to boil.

I handed over my belongings to the maid, telling her to put them in my office, and she ran away.

I grabbed Bianca's arm and dragged her out.

I slammed the door behind me. "Che cazzo vuoi?" I questioned coldly, releasing her arm. (Translation: "What the fuck do you want?"

"That hurt, Enzo," she replied, looking at where I had grasped her.

"You know I'm holding myself from killing you so ti prometto che non è male to what I could do," I said. (I guarantee you, it's not horrible.)

Her eyes expanded. "Look, please, I apologize. Just get back to me, please." she implored.

"If you came to waste my time, then bye," I murmured, trying to open the door, but she grabbed my hand.

"Please, I want my kids to be happy," she stated.

I turned and snatched her hand away from mine, chuckling bitterly, "'Your kids' since when? You've never cared about them, and I know they're unhappy with or without you, so that's a terrible excuse," I said.

Turning back to face the door, I opened it. "And I advise you not to come back if you want to live," I warned before entering.

I climb the stairs; how does Bianca even consider returning here?

I entered my office and slammed the door shut.

I was angry because of her because I had loved and trusted her, but that was only a FUCKING facade!

I walked to the little service table and poured myself a nice glass of Gin, which I downed in one go.

It scorched my throat. Exactly what I need. I poured another glass.

Alessia's POV

I got home, and Sydney and Isabella headed home; however, I believe Isabella and Nat have something very spicy' planned for tonight.

I threw myself into the couch, remembering the conversation I had with Leo.

I loved how he always remained cool and only talked when necessary. He never leaps to conclusions; instead, he ensures that his ideas are verified.

I discovered he is a surgeon, and he is also intelligent.

I received a notice on my phone, opened it, and saw it was my email, so I tapped on it.

While sitting up, I read: "Dear Miss Marino."

I hope this letter finds you well; nevertheless, Mr. Rossi is unavailable, so he requested that I write you this email on his behalf.

Your interview was successful, and you were employed. Make sure you arrive at the location listed below by 4:30 a.m.

P.S. No need to respond to this email.

Thank you!

Rossi Corp. Chief Secretary

I screamed with delight and told the females, who were equally overjoyed.

But I'd best get some sleep so I can get up early.

I raced to the shower, changed into my pajamas, performed my face regimen, and went right to bed.

I can't wait to meet the kids tomorrow.

I slept with a grin on my face.

Alessia's POV

I wake up and look at the clock, I'm afraid I'll be late. I know that man is a 'thing' with time.

3:06 am. I breathed knowing I was on time, I got up and washed up and wore something simple.

I tied my hair back as usual, Sydney and Isa always say I waste my hair because I always tie it in a ponytail and some hair out for my face.

I went out and got a cab and showed him the address, he said he knew it.

He drove me there and I stood in front of a giant house house would be wrong-a Palace sounds better.

The security at the gate asked my name "Alessia Marino" I answered, as though recognizing the name they nodded to the driver to go in.

My mouth hung open, "that will be £2" the driver said snapping me back to reality, I gave him the money.

I stepped out of the car in front of the house, it was massive.

I took a breath and rang the doorbell, the door was like...three times taller than me and I was 5'4" (162.5 cm).

The door opened to a middle-aged woman, she was just an inch shorter than me.

"Good morning," she said and I smiled. "Good morning" I replied.

"You must be the new Nanny, am I right?" she asked opening the door wider for me to go in.

This house smelt like a hotel lobby. Nice–but not for a family home, so that's Problem Number 1.

"Yes, I am" I replied again, "You may come in," she said.

I noticed the amount of security too.

"Please follow me," she said. I followed her to what looked like the living room and like the outside-it was massive, I think my whole house could fit into the living room alone.

I noticed there's no TV here. Problem number two.

"Mr Rossi went to work so he won't be here" she started about to go upstairs.

"Wait" I exclaimed, she turned "What time does Mr Rossi leave every day?" I asked.

She looked a little shocked by the question, "Well, usually he leaves at 3 am but that's the latest, he usually comes back at 10 pm or sometimes 11:30 pm" she stated.

The man sleeps for 4 to 5 hours per day!

"When is the kids' bedtime?" I asked, "They don't have one" She sighed, I knew my questions were getting tiring.

"You can wait here I'll bring the kids," she said, I obeyed and just stood there in the living room.

So problem number 3, kids don't have a bedtime. 

It's really bad actually. Some parents don't see how important a bedtime is, it gives the brain knowledge to know how long it has to stay awake.

Even worse mental health will be affected, you might have trouble making decisions, solving problems, controlling your behavior, and coping with change if you don't sleep well.

I looked at the tv-less living room. What is the point of having massive couches for you not to have a TV?

Good question

I heard steps and I looked at the stairs and three kids descended behind the maid.

One was the youngest, around 4 years old and the other two looked at least 10 years old, maybe their twins?

"These are the Rossi Kids, you may acquaint yourselves I have to go," the maid said looking at me.

Once she left the three just stared at me, I smiled, they were really cute.

"Hello, what are your names?" I asked, they all looked at each other as though thinking if they should say it.

"It's fine, my name is Alessia and I'm gonna be your new nanny," I said.

"Do you guys wanna have breakfast?" I asked, the older girl took out her phone and started scrolling, completely ignoring me.

The boy's phone got a notification and just went upstairs, without excusing himself– my mother would have flipped.

The older girl just glanced at me and then went upstairs too.

I was left with the youngest, "I guess it's just you and me" I said.

She just shrugged. She was so damn cute. "But you know what we can do since they didn't want to join?" I said in a more excited voice.

She shook her head. Her curly hair is really cute.

I bent down to her level and whispered into her ear "We can make pancakes" Her eyes widened.

"Pancakes?!" she sounded excited, her baby voice was so cute.

I smiled "Yay!" she jumped up and down.

She was chanting pancakes and I joined in "Pancakes!" we shouted at the end when we reached the kitchen.

The kitchen was huge, thankfully no one was there so I put her sitting on the counter.

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"And what's this?" I asked, we were both typically covered in flour after our flour fight.

"Um...a weg," she said in her baby voice, she's surely 3 years old.

"An egg not weg" I corrected playfully, she laughed as I tickled her.

"My name is Bella," she said with a smile as I whisked the eggs in.

"Really?" I asked, and she nodded, "I have a best friend called Isabella we call her Bella too," I said.

She smiled "Really?" she asked her eyes shining in curiosity.

"Yes, you know what that means?" I asked her. She shook her head.

"That we'll be good friends," I said to her, "Yay! I like you, you're nicer than the others" she explained.

I smiled.

We finished making the pancakes and I noticed it was already 8 am.

I wiped her face and hands as well as my own. Thankfully both our clothes didn't get dirty.

"Will your brother and sister eat breakfast?" I asked, "Andrea and Gabriel eat when they want to" She shrugged.

"Well that has to change" I muttered "But you can eat up I'll go fetch them," I said with a smile.

She nodded said her grace and started eating with her toddler cutlery, I had cut it for her already.

I went upstairs and thankfully a maid directed me to their rooms.

I knocked on Gabriel's door, and I heard no response, I opened the door and there he was playing games on a giant screen.

"Hey Gabriel" I started he looked at me and then took off his earphones "Do you need anything?" he asked.

"Well, it's 8 and you haven't had breakfast," I asked calmly.

"I don't feel like eating," he said. "How old are you guys?" I asked.

"Uh...Bella is 3 and a half, myself and Andrea are 10" he ended.

"Well then eating at this age is vital for your growth, are you sure?" I asked, he nodded his head.

Before I could protest the door busted open.

Andrea walked in fuming "Gabriel I told you to stop taking my ring light and my stuff!" she exclaimed.

"Maybe because you spend all day on social media, I'm kinda doing you a favor," he said.

"Ugh, give it back," she said. "Andrea," I said calmly.

"What?!" she hissed.

"Do you want breakfast?" I asked, "No," she said coldly. After searching for a while she found her ring light and left.

I shrugged and walked out. I got a tray of pancakes and left it next to Gabriel whilst he played.

I went back down to sit with Bella, she was still eating.

I sighed.

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The day went quickly I was teaching Bella to crochet, weird to do with a 3-year-old, but she loved it.

I made her a bunny plushie, she loved it.

"I'll call him Zuzu," she said holding up the bunny I just made her.

"Well, hello Zuzu," I said waving to the plushie.

"Zuzu says hello back," she said smiling.

"Well you have great manners, Sir Zuzu," I said with a bow.

She laughed "Sir Zuzu" she laughed more.

"Zuzu says thank you," she said.

I looked at the time and it was 8 pm already, Bella already ate at least.

"It's time for bed" I chimed, "Noo, why?" she whined.

"Because if you don't sleep you'll be too tired to play with Sir Zuzu tomorrow" I whispered.

She gasped as though I told her the world was ending. "Let's go to bed," she said to Zuzu in her hand.

She led me to her room upstairs, I got her washed up and put her in pajamas I found in her closet.

She insisted on sleeping with Zuzu and I let her.

I laid her down to sleep, "Can you tell me a story?" she asked.

I nodded and sat on the edge of her bed.

"There were once two princesses, they lived very far from each other but one day the older princess got a chance to see the other princess who lived in a big castle..."

I stroked her hair for the last time and stood back up to look at her sleeping figure, she really had a resemblance to Mr Rossi. Her eyes and her hair too.

I switched off the fairy night light and left.

I knocked on Andrea's door, no response. I opened it. She was on her bed typing on her phone.

"Andrea it's time to sleep," I said "You're not my boss I can sleep when I want to," she said without even looking at me.

"I see you like social media, you probably have a facial routine right?" I asked.

"Yeah, why?" she asked. "If you sleep late there's a 100% chance of getting dark circles under your eyes, and if you're on your phone you'll get eyebags. Believe me, I had a friend who studied skin and it is true" I said.

She looked at me, "Good night" She put her phone down and pulled the sheet over her.

I smiled. 

I switched off the light "No, I sleep with lights on" she exclaimed, her voice a little shaky.

I switched it back on.

"Good night Andrea," I said closing the door. I went to Gabriel's room.

He was on his phone in the bed. "Gabriel" I called, he looked at me.

"Time for bed" I chimed, "What, no, I'm almost done," he said.

I shook my head "No" I went to him and took his phone, switched it off, and put it on a farther table.

"I promise tomorrow I can show you a few tricks," I said.

"You play?" he asked. 

Of course, I'm friends with 9 boys.

I mentally answered.

"Yes" I nodded "Cool," he said.

"So sleep now," I said fixing his blanket.

"Fine" he surrendered putting himself in the sheets.

"Before you sleep, why do you take your sister's stuff?" I asked.

"My twin sister?" he asked, so they are twins, "Yes, Andrea" I replied.

"Well, I worry about her, she's not been herself for a very long time, and she's now always on her phone, doing what one knows. But I sometimes just want to see her, if I go to her room she tells me to leave so taking her stuff is a way she comes to my room and I get to see her, if I don't I'll probably not see her at all" he said sadly.

"Do you know why?" I asked him, "No, she just started becoming like this after she went on a trip with Bianca. She became all sad, a depression kinda vibe. I asked her but she never answered". He said.

"Ok thank you for explaining," I said with a warm smile.

He smiled back and I stood up to switch off the light "You're better than any other nannies we had" he said before I closed the door.

"Thank you" I whispered and closed the door.

I then went downstairs to clean the kitchen up from the mess I and Bella made.

Alessia's POV

There was a big mess in the kitchen. I observed that there wasn't much staff downstairs today.

I cleaned the kitchen of all the flour before going to the living room and picking up every little string piece on the floor and carpet.

I swept some, but I had to clean the carpet by hand. I could have used a vacuum, but it's late at night and I don't want to wake them awake.

As I was trying to retrieve this tiny thread beneath the couch, I heard footsteps and realized it was Bella.

She cradled Zuzu with one hand and massaged her eye.

Probably the cutest thing I've ever seen.

A warm smile came across my face. "What's wrong, Bella?" I toss the thread into the garbage and approach her, kneeling in front of her.

"I want water," she mumbled sleepily. "Water in the middle of the night isn't good for you dear, but don't worry, tomorrow I'll make sure you have water at least an hour before bed," I replied lifting her up. She nodded.

I went to the kitchen, opened the fridge, took the jug out, and poured it into a little teacup.

She needs to obtain a toddler bottle or something.

I held it to her but noticed she was fast asleep, so I smiled at her quiet snoring.

Enzo's Point of View

I was exhausted, as usual. I know I'm very sleep-deprived, but what can I do?

I usually dominate the world. I can't relax until everything is completed and finalized.

I stepped out of my Porsche and handed the key to the butler.

I had dismissed the majority of the workers so Ms Marino could feel free, and I also wanted to see if she could manage the property on her own.

I approached the door, and the guards opened it, all of them keeping their heads low and bowing as I passed.

I was on my phone viewing a message when I heard, "I want water" That sounded familiar.

I looked up and saw Bella in her pajamas, clutching a cat plushie that I had never seen before.

Ms Marino grinned and knelt before her.

"Water in the middle of the night isn't good for you dear, but don't worry tomorrow I'll make sure you have water at least an hour before bed," she added as she picked her up.

I just stood there, not knowing what to say; most nannies would simply give them what they wanted and call it a day.

But she does put restrictions.

Bella, according to the maids, has a habit of asking for water in the middle of the night, so this was nothing new.

She poured her a drink without realizing I was present or that Bella was already sleeping.

When she discovered Bella was sleeping, I anticipated her to become annoyed or furious and rouse her up to drink water, but she didn't.

She grinned and looked up, astonished to see me, before checking her watch.

"Eleven already," she replied in a quiet voice.

My phone rang just then, and I answered it as I walked towards the outside porch.

"Andrew," I said, as I heard papers shifting. "Uh...hey bro," Andrew said.

"Did you find who intersected the product shipment?" I asked, getting right to the subject.

"Well, yeah...kinda," he said, picking up the phone from what I believed was his desk.

"What do you mean 'kinda'?" I questioned. "It could be your father," he moaned.

I clenched my jaw.

Will that man ever leave me alone?

"Why?" I queried. "As before, he does not agree with you becoming King and taking his place," he said.

"Merda," I screamed. "If he did this, he will undoubtedly do something else." (Translation: "Shit")

"Yeah, that's guaranteed," he said. "So find some guys involved and you'll know what to do," I instructed.

"Sure thing, Capo," he said. (Translated: Boss).

I hung up and clutched the phone in my fingers. I turned around to find Ms Marino dusting the table.

With her customary grin. I'm not sure why or how, but all the tension I felt vanished in an instant...as if hatred had never been.

I came back in, "I thought you'd be gone by now," I remarked, staring at her dusty hands.

"Uh...yes, me too. But look where I am," she replied, placing something in the kitchen cabinet.

"Where are they?" I inquired, "Sleeping," she said, wiping her hands.

"How?" I said, lifting my brow. I knew that putting any of them to sleep was something none of the nannies could accomplish.

She stated "magic" cynically.

"Really?" I asked, fatigued, and all I needed was an answer.

"Mr. Rossi, they're kids; all they need is someone to say 'Go to bed' with authority, and they'll do it," she added, as if it were first-grade literacy.

"Like employees?" I questioned, perplexed; I was lousy at the 'father' position.

"No. Not like workers. She emphasized the words 'love' and 'expression'.

"Great, the two things I am worst at," I murmured.

"You'll get better," she encouraged, wiping her hands with a paper towel.

"So what did you think of them?" I inquired, "Well, it's a lot easier than you made it seem yesterday. You made it seem like I was going to take care of three wildebeests. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

I shake my head. "Anyway, I am leaving," she said, taking her luggage.

"Ms Marino, there's a driver I made sure would bring you and take you back, and he's outside," I added before she reached the door.

She smiled and replied, "Thanks, and by the way, the 'Miss Marino' thing is really weird, reminds me of my mom, call me Alessia," before tapping the button to unlock the door.

"Good night, Mr Rossi," she whispered gently as the door closed.

What has just happened? Why am I feeling so alone now?

I shrugged it off; I'd been dealing with it my entire life.

I headed upstairs to my office.

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I despise the days when sleep refuses to perform its job.

I generally work until sleep kicks in, but it's already 1:30 a.m.

I despised my life in general, but too many people relied on me for me to even consider quitting.

Nothing except my tasks keeps me afloat.