The Heiress' Re Chapter 123 Damon’s Brother

Chapter 123: Chapter 123 Damon’s Brother

Sarah’s POV

I stood in front of the mansion, and the word mansion wasn’t even big enough.

It was huge, like sothing from a movie.

Big iron gates.

Long driveway.

Flowers everywhere are perfectly trimd.

The house itself was made of white stone with big windows that probably cost more than my whole apartnt.

My heart was pounding like really pounding. I could feel it in my throat, and my hands were sweaty, so I wiped them on my jeans.

I was just a nanny, well, about to be a nanny.

I took a deep breath.

You need this job, Sarah.

You need the money.

You can do this.

I walked up to the big front door.

There was a doorbell that looked like it cost more than my phone. I pressed it.

The door opened an older woman stood there. She was maybe fifty with kind eyes and grey hair pulled back in a neat bun.

"You must be Sarah," she said. Her voice was warm. "The nanny, Mr. Marcus said, would be coming. Co in, dear, co in."

I stepped inside.

"I’m linda," the woman said, closing the door behind . "I’m the housekeeper here. Have been for almost twenty years, let

look at you."

She stepped back and looked

up and down, not in a an way, just looking. Then she smiled again.

"My, you are beautiful," she said. "Such pretty hair and those eyes. Marcus didn’t ntion how lovely you are."

I felt my face get hot. "Oh, um, thank you. That’s very kind."

"Just being honest, dear," she said. "Now co with . We have a lot to go over. Marcus had to leave for a business trip this morning, so he said I should fill you in on the rules. He said I should show you everything and explain your job."

She started walking, and I followed her down a long hallway.

The house was so quiet.

Too quiet.

Like a museum.

"First things first," linda said as we walked. "You need to know the rules of the house. There are only a few, but they are important."

She stopped and turned to face . Her eyes were serious now.

"Stay out of Marcus’s room completely. You do not go in there for any reason. I clean it myself. No one else. Let

keep it short, stay out of his way... you’re here for his son and not him... he had trouble with the other Nannies, he wanted

to warn you."

I nodded quickly. "Yes, of course. I understand."

"Good," she said, starting to walk again. "You are here to care for Ryan, as I said, that is your only job."

Her voice was kind but firm.

"I understand," I said again. "Just Ryan. Nothing else."

We ca to a small but pretty room. It had a bed, a desk, and a window looking out at the garden. It was simple but nice.

"This will be your room," linda said. "Mr. Marcus said you need to move in. It’s a full-ti job. You’ll be here most days and nights."

Move in? I hadn’t expected that. A little alarm bell rang in my head, I an living in a stranger’s house? With a strange man?

But what choice do I have?

"Okay," I whispered.

linda nodded. "Now co, let

introduce you to Ryan."

We walked up the stairs.

"Ryan?" she called gently. "May I co in? There’s soone I want you to et."

No answer, she opened the door anyway.

The room was big, like really big for a kid. It had a bed shaped like a race car, shelves full of toys, but it was all so... neat, too neat. Like, no one actually played here.

In the corner, sitting on the floor, was a little boy.

He was playing with sothing, but he wasn’t really playing. He was just... moving a toy car back and forth.

Back and forth.

Over and over.

His face had no expression.

He didn’t look up when we ca in.

"Ryan," linda said softly, walking closer. "This is Sarah, she’s your new nanny. She’s going to take care of you from now on."

The boy stopped moving the car.

Slowly, he looked up. His eyes t mine. They were big and dark and... empty like a doll’s eyes.

It sent a little chill down my spine.

He stared at

for a long mont, then in a flat, quiet voice, he said, "I don’t like her."

My heart dropped a little.

I tried to smile.

"That’s okay," I said gently. "We don’t have to be friends right away. We can just get to know each other slowly."

He didn’t answer; he just looked back down at his car and started moving it again.

linda sighed, softly touching my arm and motioning for

to follow her out.

We stepped into the hallway, and she closed the door partway.

"He’s... like that," she said quietly. "With everyone at first. Don’t take it personally."

"What’s wrong with him?" I asked, then imdiately felt bad. "I an... is he okay? He seems so... disconnected."

linda’s face got a little sad. "Ryan is a special boy. He doesn’t talk much. He doesn’t play like other children... he’s just different."

We walked down the hall, and linda pulled a piece of paper from her apron pocket.

"This is his schedule," she said, handing it to . "It is very important that you follow it exactly every day, at the sa ti. Breakfast at seven. Then, playti in his room from seven-thirty to eight-thirty. Then outside ti from eight-thirty to nine-fifteen. Then back inside for quiet ti. Then lunch at noon. Then nap from twelve-thirty to two, then learning ti. Then outside again. Then dinner at six. Then bath at seven. Then bed at eight. Every single day. The sa."

I looked at the paper.

It was so detailed.

So strict.

Breakfast at seven.

Not seven-oh-five.

Seven.

"This is... a lot," I said slowly. "Doesn’t he get to just... play? Just be a kid? Do what he wants sotis?"

linda shook her head. "No. That’s not how he works; he needs the schedule. If you deviate from it, even by a few minutes, Marcus won’t like that."

I looked back at the closed door. The little boy inside, moving a car back and forth with empty eyes.

My heart hurt for him.

"Has he always been like this?" I asked.

"Since his mother..." linda stopped and looked at . "Never mind. That’s not for

to say, and it’s not for you to ask... Rember what I told you, and you’ll address Marcus as Mr. Specter."

My heart dropped at the ntion of Specter.

Could it be?

No! Definitely not, I don’t rember Damon having a brother.