The Billionaire's Vengeful Nanny: A Debt Paid in Blood and Desire

CHAPTER ONE

ELIZA'S POV

If you ever decide to enact revenge on your mother's killer, you don't go in with guns blazing.

You don't make your rage obvious.

You infiltrate their home under the guise of offering a service.

And then hire people you trust to stage a kidnapping of their only child.

You save the child's life and win them over.

You let them think of you as their daughter's little savior.

You convince them of your harmlessness.

And most importantly, you make sure to never fall for the same man who had killed your mother and rendered your father a widower.

Tilly Crost's birthday party was just as luxurious as the media predicted it was going to be. There were over thirty waitresses and a mountain-sized cake that the fifty strictly invited guests were not going to finish.

As I continued to move round with the tray of champagne flutes, I paid close attention to the earpiece strapped to my ear, the one that my long dirty-blonde hair covered.

“Nora, are you there? I murmured, without quite allowing my lips to move. It was an action I had practiced for weeks in front of my mirror.

“Yes.” Came Nora's shrill voice. “I'm right beside Tilly. Bernard is talking to one of the waitresses, the one with her tits almost out of her flimsy shirt.”

“So, now is the best time for the real action?”

“Yes.” Nora whispered. “Now is the best time. Call your people in.”

I sprang into action. There was no time to waste.

I pinged Nico and Poppy instantly. Even though they were just across from me, serving little pastries to the snobbish little kids around, they acted like they knew me not at all.

“Sup, boss.” Nico's voice drew into my ear. He didn't look at me as he spoke, and his lips barely moved.

“It's time. You must move now!” My voice did not shake, even though my body trembled. I had just ordered Nico to kidnap the daughter of the most ruthless billionaires in Ireland.

If caught, we were going to spend the rest of our sorry lives in jail.

I wasn't supposed to think about getting caught. We had practiced towards this moment again and again. Failing was no option right now.

“Good. I thought you'd never call us in.” Nico began to move as he spoke, Poppy right behind him.

I waited for them to gain several feet before following closely behind.

Everything was unfolding as planned. Nora, my bestfriend and informant, was with Vinton Crost's three year old daughter who was dressed in the cutest little ball gown.

Nico swept through the elegant living room, going straight for Crost's little girl. In one swift motion, he violently pushed Nora who toppled down the chair with a scream and grabbed Tilly, making a beeline towards the door.

Chaos erupted. The adults began to flee for safety and the young children began to cry.

Gosh. This was really happening.

Poppy and I made eye contact, and she gave a subtle nod of her head.

“Drop that child right now!” I screamed loud enough to get the attention of the fewer adults who were brave enough to watch.

I needed them to witness my heroic moment. Without waiting for a reply, I sprinted towards Nico, slamming my body into his. We both fell to the ground with a loud crash.

Poppy jumped onto my back and delivered a loud blow to my jaw. I screamed in pain and jabbed her in the ribs.

“Damn, Liza. It wasn't supposed to be that painful.” She whisper-yelled.