Intro. For those who love what they cannot have (author)
I used to work in that house as a traveling nanny. The boss, already elderly, treated me like a daughter—never caring about my background or the color of my skin. My life hadn’t been easy: a mother who used illicit substances, an abusive father, and trauma too heavy to speak aloud.
And yet, he arrived—the boss’s eldest son, years older than me, and entirely foreign to my world.
He was cold, distant, and rude—especially toward me. But over time, I began to notice… the household staff stopped talking to me, and I didn’t understand why. Then the boss passed away, and I was called to the will reading—where he stood.
The lawyer began speaking, and I was left speechless. My former boss had left me half of everything she owned—simply because I’d cared for her without ever asking for anything in return.
The family didn’t like that. They tried to attack me, tried to contest it—but the lawyer confirmed the boss had been of sound mind, leaving me standing there...