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“Congratulations, you have been hired as the personal assistant…”

“Really!” Grace exclaimed even before Jace Brandon, the CEO of Brandon Corporations  could finish his statement.

The growing sparkle in Grace’s eyes did not escape the keen sight of Jace.

“To my son,” he completed. 

“Yes, I’m very much delighted to take up the position of the personal assistant to … your what?!” 

Grace’s eyes almost popped out of their socket as she completed “son?” listlessly.

“You heard me right,” Jace replied coldly as he stared at Grace.

“Is that not the same as being employed as your child’s nanny?” Grace asked doubtfully.

“If you want to put it that way, yes.” Jace replied nonchalantly.

“In other words…” Grace began.

“You are officially my son’s nanny, if you accept the offer,” Jace Brandon completed.

“If there is nothing else, this interview is officially over.”

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Grace Fowler, who had always dreamt of becoming a top designer in the biggest designing firm in the country was blacklisted for exposing sensitive company information due to a set up by the ones she trusted the most— her boyfriend and her kid sister.

Shattered and battered, she set out for greener pastures in an unknown land and ended up being hired as a nanny to the son of Jace Brandon, the wealthiest billionaire in San Francisco.

But the scariest thing was when her job description was gradually amended to not only taking care of the five year old autistic son of the CEO but the widowed CEO himself.

What does the future hold for her when suddenly, everything around her begins to change and her past comes calling again with the sudden appearance of her boss’s late wife.

Will Grace be able to let go of her past and embrace the joy of fighting for the heart of the man her heart yearns for, or settle for happiness in the arms of Trent, her boss’s cousin, who literally adores the ground Grace walks on?

A Husband For The NANNY

Rose's face darkened inexplicably. It was as if a storm was brewing in her eyes. "An accident? In the house?"

At his mother's words, Jace tensed visibly, his jaw clenching as he wrestled with the anger threatening to boil over.

But just before he could give a response, the sound of hurried footsteps on the polished hospital floor interrupted him.

Soon, Marianna appeared at the end of the hallway. Her face was pale and streaked with tears. Even her hair was disheveled, and her hands were trembling as she approached. It was the perfect picture of a distraught mother.

"Jace," Marianna began, unsteadily as she closed the distance. "Please, how is Charles? What did the doctor say?"

Rose turned sharply, her expression unreadable for a fleeting moment before it hardened. "What are you doing here?" she demanded coldly, stepping in front of Marianna to block her path.

Slight Concussion