Wanted by the Billionaire and the prince

23



Taking a risk for the truth

After Julian left, I sat and waited impatiently for the bell. In ten minutes, the bell rang, and I could not be happier. I had plans today, and they can only start if all the other kids go home. I kept tapping my feet on the ground till it formed a rhythm while I waited for every parent to collect their kid. My acting skills should be applauded because no one noticed my distress, not the children or their parents.

The only good thing about today is that I have not seen a note. Yesterday, I didn’t get one, and today, too. I hope the messenger, whoever it was, has finally decided to leave me alone. Maybe they got an idea of my plan to report the next letter to the police. Hopefully, tomorrow, I won’t get any. I just need to find peace in my life again. I think my life is becoming too complicated, and I’m complicating it more by being involved with Julian. But will I stop?

I was so used to the routine of saying goodbye to all my kids that even subconsciously, I could emulate it even while my mind wasn’t there. After all the kids were gone, I grabbed my bag and Holland’s book and immediately rushed out of the class. God was on my side because all the parents came to pick up their kids early today.

Well, Julian was the only latecomer parent I had anyway.

I called a cab, and when the driver picked up, and I gave him the location, I decided to text my brother.

Elijah, I need your help urgently. You know what you said about me getting more rebellious. Well, I do believe you. I’m about to do something very stupid, but what I want to do is worth risking my life, so I just have to. I didn’t call because you will try to talk me out of doing this, but my mind is already made up. So if I don’t text you in an hour, call me. I’m sharing my location with you on Snapchat. Could you not call me before an hour, though?

I clicked on send and immediately put my phone on silent. My brother would call when he got the text, even if it wasn’t an hour yet. I was sure of that. The Bricks hardly listened to instructions. I am a Bricks, so I know.

Am I being so dramatic? Yes. But will I ever stop being dramatic? No.

I flagged down my taxi and hopped in. My heart was beating at an alarming rate when I entered the car, and I felt like my lungs lacked oxygen. Between, I need to get a car or fix my old Range Rover

I sat still in the car while I concentrated on breathing. I needed my lungs to catch up on the air again. The taxi was cold, but I was hot. It didn’t help that I was putting on a dark blue suit.

At first, the driver, a young Mexican man, maybe in his forties, had no problem with my silence until it stretched to minutes. He turned back and faced me, frowning.

“Where am I taking you to?”

Oh shit, I haven’t given him the address.

“I’m sorry, Please take me to this address. I want to book you for two hours.” He wanted to object, but I raised a hand, silencing him. I dug my hand into my bag and brought out a hundred dollar mint.

“Take this.” He took it and smiled.

“I will stay with you all day and even be your driver after today if you please.” He said.

“Please drive,” I replied with a smile.

He faced the road and drove off.

I laid my head on the window pane and shut my eyes. I had to go over my plans again. I prayed immensely that I would succeed. If something was truly wrong, I hoped to take Holland away. The closer we got to Julian’s house, the more terrified I became. I had become tired of my heart skipping anytime we passed a place that looked similar to his, so I decided to close my eyes so I wouldn’t die of a heart attack.

“This is the house.” The driver informed me. We had arrived already, and I didn’t know until now.

He didn’t look back, but he watched me from the front mirror. I cleared my throat. I wanted to stay longer in the car, having been so afraid and close to chickening out, but then I remembered the text message from yesterday, and bravery returned to me.

I got down from the passenger seat with my bag and Holland’s book. “I’ll be back in thirty minutes,” I told the driver.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

I walked away immediately without waiting for a reply.

Last Friday, there was no security man at the small gate which led to Julian’s house. Today, there was, and he seemed pleasant.

“Miss welcome! Good afternoon!” He greeted. He was holding a small bag, and he looked extremely excited.

“You look happy.” I probed, walking past him. He seemed to recognize me.

“It’s been a good day.”

“I see. That’s nice. I’m here to see Holland. I just want to drop her book. She has a test on this subject tomorrow. And I’m her teacher,”

“You are the new nanny, I’m aware; however, Boss is not around, so I can’t let you in.”

“He asked me to bring this for Holland. So you have to let me in, or we will both be in trouble. Pleaseeeeee! I need to get this to her.”

“But there’s no one at home now. Holland is with her grandparents.”

“Then I’ll drop the book in her room so she can read it when she comes. I’ll be out in an instant.”

The security man looked convinced and said no more.

“Can I go in?”


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