Chapter 2

(The $40,000 Nanny)

“Since you can’t give me what I really want,” Mia said, her voice small but oddly calculated, “can I at least have a new nanny?”

Ace froze, the silver spoon halfway to his mouth.

“A new nanny?”

“Yep.” Mia didn’t look up. She focused on her breakfast with surprising concentration, carefully separating a lump from her full bowl of cereal.

Ace slowly leaned back in his high-backed leather chair, studying his daughter.

“Why the sudden interest in a nanny, Mia?”

“My classmates all have them. They have nannies and… and mums.” She paused, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Since I don’t have a mummy, I should at least have a nanny. I want to be able to brag about mine too.”

The words hung in the air like a quiet accusation.

Ace’s expression softened for a brief moment, guilt flickering through the cold control he usually wore like armour.

“Mia,” he said gently, “you shouldn’t feel pressured to do what your friends are doing… but—”

He sighed.

“I will get you a nanny.”

Mia’s head snapped up instantly, excitement lighting her eyes.

She pushed her empty plate towards the waiting maid without so much as a thank you.

“So when is she coming?”

Ace blinked.

“Who?”

“Seriously?” Mia’s lips trembled, her expression shifting from hopeful to heartbroken in seconds. “I can’t believe you forgot already.”

“Mia, what—”

“Daddy!” she cried, her voice rising into a wail. “I want my nanny! Is she coming today?”

Ace winced slightly.

“Sweetheart, I don’t even have a listing up yet. My company website doesn’t even have—”

The wail grew louder.

Ace sighed in defeat.

“Okay. Okay,” he said quickly. “Don’t cry. I promise I’ll get you one. Are you happy now?”

He reached forward and lifted her onto the polished mahogany dining table so they were eye-to-eye.

“Why do you have to ask if I’m happy?” Mia pouted, a perfectly timed tear sliding down her cheek. “Aren’t you happy to do this for me?”

Ace’s stern composure cracked completely.

“I am, Mia. Truly. Forgive Daddy.”

“You’re forgiven,” she declared, patting his cheek with tiny fingers like a queen granting mercy.

Then her eyes narrowed.

“One more thing, Dad.”

“Anything.”

Mia flicked a cold glance toward the maid standing beside the sideboard.

“The other maid didn’t give me water last night before bed. I had to walk all the way down here by myself.”

The maid gasped, her face draining of colour as she immediately dropped to her knees.

“I’m so sorry, sir! It slipped my—”

“If it ever ‘slips’ again,” Ace interrupted sharply, his voice turning to ice, “you’ll be looking for a new job by noon.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Ace,” the woman pleaded, clasping her hands.

Ace didn’t even look at her.

Instead, he turned back toward the garden view outside the tall windows.

“Is that all, Mia?”

“Is she coming today?” Mia asked again stubbornly.

“Mia,” Ace said patiently, “I haven’t even interviewed anyone yet. But I promise she’ll be here soon.”

He leaned down to kiss her forehead before standing up and smoothing his suit.

“Take me to school today?” Mia asked hopefully.

“My schedule is too tight today, darling. Next time. I promise Dad loves you.”

“I love you more,” she sang, waving cheerfully as he walked out.

The transition from affectionate father to ruthless executive happened the moment Ace stepped into the hallway.

His personal assistant, Daniel, hurried behind him, nearly jogging to keep pace.

“Take note,” Ace said without slowing down. “I need a nanny for Mia.”

“Understood, sir,” Daniel replied quickly. “Though if I may ask… why the sudden change?”

Ace didn’t even glance at him.

“She wants one.”

That was the only explanation he offered.

“No delays, Daniel. No excuses.”

“Of course, sir. Regarding the compensation… what range are we considering? Perhaps five thousand a month?”

Ace stopped walking.

“Make it forty thousand.”

Daniel nearly stumbled.

“Forty thousand? Sir, that’s insane! For a nanny?”

Ace slowly turned his head, fixing him with a look so cold it seemed to freeze the hallway.

“Is there a problem, Daniel?”

The assistant swallowed.

“I-it’s just that—”

“It’s my money,” Ace said flatly. “And frankly, that’s barely half of what I pay you to ask stupid questions.”

Daniel immediately lowered his head.

“My apologies, boss.”

The lobby of AW Groups Headquarters was as polished and silent as ever.

Employees bowed slightly as Ace strode through the building, his presence commanding instant respect.

He acknowledged none of them.

Only when the executive lift doors slid shut did he finally exhale, running a hand through his hair.

“The listing is live, sir,” Daniel said, holding up his tablet. “Applications are already flooding in.”

Ace’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Change of plans.”

Daniel stiffened.

“No online interviews. Bring the best candidates directly to the house.”

“To the house?” Daniel repeated.

“Mia will choose her nanny herself.”

Daniel opened his mouth to protest the logistical nightmare.

Then he thought better of it.

“Understood, sir.”

“Good morning, Mr. Warren!” Maria, his impeccably dressed secretary, greeted them with a bright professional smile. “Would you like your tea, sir?”

“Not yet,” Ace said as he walked into his office. “You can go, Daniel. I’ll call when I need you.”

The door clicked shut behind them.

Maria handed him a tablet.

“Your schedule for the day, sir. We have the three major contract signings this afternoon.”

Ace didn’t even glance at it.

“Cancel them.”

Maria blinked in shock.

“But sir… those contracts are worth billions.”

Ace leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable.

“Cancel them.”

Maria hesitated. “Sir… for a nanny interview?”

Ace’s voice was calm.

“For my daughter.”

Then he added coldly,

“And make sure the best candidates arrive today.”

Chapter 3

(The $40,000 Lottery)

Pearl stood in the center of the cramped apartment, her breath hitching as she stared at the glowing screen of her phone.

“Oh my God… this is it.”

Her heart pounded as she reread the number. Forty thousand dollars. A month.

It looked unreal.

“This is the one.”

“What’s it?” Ella asked, stepping into the room. She was the picture of corporate discipline, her blazer pressed and her expression tired. “Did a company finally call you back?”

Pearl let out a jagged laugh.

“A call back? Ella, I’m talking about a life-altering, breathtaking amount of money.”

“Money? What money?”

“Look.”

Pearl shoved the phone into Ella’s hand. Ella leaned closer, scanning the listing.

Then suddenly she gasped.

“The AW Group CEO?” she blurted. “Ace Warren’s daughter needs a nanny?”

“Check the wage,” Pearl said. “Look at the number.”

Ella’s eyes dropped to the bottom of the screen.

Her jaw fell open.

“Forty thousand?! Is that a typo? Pearl, that’s forty thousand dollars a month! That’s… that’s insane!”

“It’s not a mistake,” Pearl said, already moving toward her closet.

She pulled out the most professional outfit she owned.

“I don’t care about my degrees,” she continued. “I don’t care about the dozens of ‘overqualified’ rejections I’ve had this month.”

She grabbed her bag.

“I’m going.”

“Right now.”

“Wait!” Ella grabbed her arm, her excitement quickly turning into worry.

“Pearl, think about this. Jobs that sound too good to be true usually are. What if it’s a scam? Or worse?”

Pearl turned to face her.

Her eyes were bright—not just with hope, but desperation.

“Ella,” she said quietly, “the ‘legit’ companies have been slamming doors in my face for a year.”

She forced a dry laugh.

“They want experience I can’t get and certificates that don’t pay the rent.”

She held up the phone.

“Forty thousand for a nanny job versus three thousand for a soul-crushing office desk?”

Her voice steadied.

“There is no choice.”

She pulled Ella into a quick, tight hug.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m going to get this.”

⸻

The taxi ride felt like it lasted forever.

Pearl sat stiffly in the back seat, her hands clasped tightly in her lap as the city blurred past the window.

“The Warren Mansion,” she told the driver.

The man glanced at her through the rearview mirror, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s going on at that place today?” he asked. “I’ve dropped off five girls already. Is the billionaire giving away gold bars?”

“An interview,” Pearl replied quietly.

Her heart hammered against her ribs.

When the taxi finally pulled up to the towering wrought-iron gates, her stomach dropped.

The driveway was packed. Luxury cars. Expensive heels.

Designer handbags. Women everywhere.

It looked less like a job interview and more like a casting call for a reality show.

Pearl stepped out slowly.

Her modest outfit suddenly felt painfully simple compared to the glamorous dresses and flawless makeup around her.

What am I even doing here? she wondered.

For a moment, doubt crept into her chest.

Forty thousand dollars could change everything—her rent, her debts, her future.

But standing in front of the massive Warren mansion, she suddenly wondered if she was walking into an opportunity—or a disaster.

Still, she joined the line.

As she waited, she watched applicants leaving the mansion.

None of them looked happy.

“I can’t believe it,” one woman hissed as she stormed past Pearl. “The kid is the one doing the interview. A literal child!”

“And she’s a brat!” another woman snapped, wiping smudged mascara from her cheeks. “She told me my outfit looked ‘trashy.’ Do you know how much this dress cost?”

Pearl glanced at the woman’s plunging neckline and sparkling sequins.

Well… maybe the kid has a point, she thought silently.

Hours passed.

The sun climbed higher as Mia Warren systematically dismantled the confidence of every applicant in the city.

Finally, an escort in a crisp suit stepped outside and gestured to Pearl.

“Next. Follow me.”

Pearl inhaled slowly and smoothed her skirt. Then she stepped forward.

⸻

The mansion’s interior was breathtaking—white marble floors, towering ceilings, and the quiet luxury of unimaginable wealth.

Pearl followed the escort down a long hallway.

At the end of it sat a small girl in an oversized velvet chair.

Her legs were crossed.

A stylus tapped rhythmically against a tablet resting on a small table beside her.

Pearl froze. It was a surreal sight.

“Uncross your legs,” Mia commanded without looking up.

Pearl blinked and quickly corrected her posture.

She forced a polite smile.

“Hello, I’m—”

“Who told you to smile?” Mia snapped, finally looking up.

Her eyes were sharp. Observant. Far too mature for a child.

Pearl immediately dropped the smile.

“I’m sorry.”

“Name?”

“Pearl Augustine.”

“Age?”

“Twenty-three.”

Mia scribbled something onto the tablet.

“Twenty-three. Fluent English. No stuttering.”

Her eyes slowly scanned Pearl’s outfit.

Simple. Clean. Unimpressive.

“Are you here because you want to date my dad,” Mia asked bluntly, “or are you here for the job?”

Pearl met her gaze calmly.

“I’m here for the job.”

“And I promise you I’ll do it better than anyone else.”

Mia tapped the stylus against the tablet again.

“What would you do,” she asked suddenly, “if I refused to listen to you?”

Pearl didn’t hesitate.

“I’d figure out why,” she said.

“And then I’d fix the problem instead of fighting you.”

For a moment, Mia stared at her—Then a small, satisfied smirk appeared on her face.

She turned toward the escort by the door.

“Tell everyone outside to go home.”

The man blinked.

“I’ve found one.”

Pearl’s breath caught.

Just like that?

“Don’t get excited yet,” Mia said, sliding off the chair.

“My dad still has to approve you before you’re verified.”

She walked past Pearl.

Then she leaned closer and whispered softly,

“Let’s see how long you can actually handle this.”

Mia’s footsteps faded down the hallway.

Pearl stood alone in the massive room. The silence felt heavy.

The warning echoed in her mind.

What exactly had she just walked into?

Chapter 4

(Two Master)

Pearl had nearly drifted off on the plush velvet sofa when a small, cool hand gently pressed against hers.

“Dad is back,” a soft voice whispered. “You need to meet him. Now.”

Pearl’s eyes snapped open.

Mia stood in front of her, pigtails perfectly neat, wearing a polite little smile that didn’t quite hide the calculating glint in her eyes.

Pearl sat up immediately, forcing herself awake.

Right. The father. The man who was paying forty thousand dollars a month for a nanny.

Mia reached for her hand and began leading her toward the grand staircase.

“Do you want me to carry you, Mia?” Pearl asked instinctively. “Those stairs look a little steep.”

Mia stopped walking.

Her small hand turned cold in Pearl’s grasp.

“There is no need for that,” she said sharply.

Pearl blinked.

The response was colder than she expected from a seven-year-old.

“I was only trying to help,” Pearl replied calmly. “That sounded a little harsh, don’t you think?”

Mia turned slowly.

For a moment, the little girl’s expression looked eerily similar to her father’s—cool, controlled, and faintly intimidating.

“You haven’t even spent a full day here,” Mia said coolly, “and you’re already correcting me?”

Then she scoffed and continued up the stairs.

Pearl followed, sighing quietly.

This isn’t a job, she thought. This is a hostage negotiation.

They stopped in front of a pair of enormous dark oak doors.

Mia knocked three times.

“Dad? She’s here.”

The door opened almost immediately.

Pearl had seen Ace Warren on magazine covers and business interviews before.

But seeing him in person was… different.

He was taller than she expected. Broader. Sharper.

And dangerously handsome in a way that made her momentarily forget how to breathe.

“You’re the nanny?” Ace said.

His voice was deep and calm, like distant thunder.

“Not fully yet, Dad,” Mia chimed sweetly.

Ace looked down at his daughter.

“Why not?”

“I was waiting for your approval,” Mia said softly, suddenly looking like the perfect obedient child.

Pearl almost admired the performance.

Ace’s expression softened as he brushed a curl from Mia’s forehead.

“Okay. You can go now, sweetheart. I’ll handle it.”

He kissed her cheek.

Mia beamed and skipped happily down the hallway.

Pearl watched her go. Then she turned back to Ace.

The warmth in his eyes was gone.

The temperature in the hallway dropped instantly.

Ace stepped out and closed the door behind him.

“Name.”

“Pearl Augustine.”

“Married? Single? Divorced?”

Pearl raised an eyebrow slightly. Divorced? Do I look forty?

But she kept her voice polite.

“Single.”

Ace studied her like he was evaluating a business investment.

“Mia is… particular,” he said.

“She is demanding. She is choosy. And she expects perfection.”

His gaze sharpened.

“Are you sure you can handle that?”

Pearl held his stare calmly.

“I’m sure I can take care of her.”

For a moment, silence stretched between them.

Ace nodded once.

“Good.”

“You start tomorrow.”

Relief rushed through Pearl.

“Thank you—”

Slam.

The door shut before she could finish.

Pearl stared at the wood for a full three seconds.

Then she rolled her eyes.

“Grumpy, cold, and absolutely no manners,” she muttered.

“Nanny?” Pearl jumped.

Mia had returned and was tugging on her skirt.

Pearl crouched to the girl’s height.

“Yes, Mia?”

“I’m hungry,” Mia said. “Prepare my dinner.”

Pearl tilted her head slightly.

“Your father said I start tomorrow.”

Instead of answering, Mia opened her arms.

Pearl narrowed her eyes. That’s definitely a trap.

But she lifted the girl anyway.

As Mia settled comfortably in her arms, Pearl realised something important.

Ace Warren might run a billion-dollar empire…

…but Mia Warren ran the house.

⸻

An hour later, Pearl stood in the massive kitchen.

Her sleeves were rolled up. An apron was tied around her waist.

She had been hired as a nanny.

Yet somehow she was now cooking a full dinner for a seven-year-old.

Pearl shook her head as she stirred the pan.

“This child is dangerous,” she murmured.

Still, the food smelled amazing.

She carried the plate into the dining room.

Mia’s eyes sparkled.

“You’re amazing,” the girl said. “Can you feed me?”

Pearl sighed.

“Just this once.”

She sat beside her and began feeding her small bites.

Then the sound of footsteps echoed down the staircase.

Ace appeared. He looked terrible.

His face was pale, and one hand pressed against his stomach.

“Dad,” Mia said brightly. “Aren’t you hungry?”

“Not tonight,” Ace muttered.

“But it’s delicious! Have a taste!”

Ace groaned softly.

“I have a running stomach, Mia. I’m not eating anything.”

Pearl studied him quietly.

The man runs corporations but can’t manage his own stomach.

Ace suddenly looked at her sharply.

“I told you to start tomorrow. Why are you still here?”

“I’m sorry,” Pearl replied gently. “Mia asked me to stay for dinner.”

Ace looked at his daughter.

His anger melted into tired defeat.

“Oh.”

He sighed.

“Mia, sweetheart… You should have let her go home. It’s late.”

Before he could say more, his face turned green.

He spun around and rushed toward the bathroom.

Pearl watched him disappear.

Then she leaned toward Mia and whispered,

“You should probably eat faster.”

Mia grinned.

“Okay, Nanny.”

⸻

At five the next morning, Pearl stepped out of a cab.

She had been woken by a frantic phone call from one of the maids.

Apparently, half the staff had taken sudden leave.

Which somehow meant… she was needed immediately.

Pearl tied her long hair into a neat ponytail and walked toward the gates.

The security guard straightened when he saw her.

“Good morning, Miss Pearl.”

She blinked.

“You know my name?”

“Mr Warren announced it on the company platform,” he replied.

Pearl frowned slightly.

“The whole staff knows?”

“Every worker in the estate.”

Pearl felt a strange chill.

She hadn’t even been here a full day.

Yet somehow… everyone already knew who she was. A maid led her through the endless hallways until they reached Mia’s room.

The doors opened.

Pearl froze. The room was enormous.

Royal purple walls.

A canopy bed bigger than her entire apartment bedroom.

It looked like a princess's palace.

And sitting calmly in the middle of it was Mia.

Awake. Waiting.

“Good morning, Nanny,” Mia said sweetly.

Her smile was mysterious.

“I hope you’re ready.”

She tilted her head.

“Today is going to be a very long day.”