Part 7
Six months later...
The heavy iron gates of the Calloway estate slid open smoothly as a yellow school bus pulled up to the curb.
Daisy came bouncing down the steps, her backpack bouncing against her shoulders.
She wasn't wearing the faded, short coat anymore.
She wore a bright yellow raincoat and matching boots, laughing as she splashed into a small puddle near the driveway.
"Mommy! Nathan!" she yelled, running toward the front double doors.
Jenna opened the door before Daisy could even reach the handle.
Jenna looked entirely different now.
The dark circles under her eyes were gone. Her hair was glossy, tied back in a neat, professional clip.
She wore a tailored navy blazer and slacks—the uniform of a woman who ran a massive estate with absolute precision.
In just six months, Jenna had turned Nathan’s cold, echoing mansion into an actual home.
She managed the budget, organized the staff, and even convinced Nathan to fire his pretentious private chef and hire a local family-owned catering business instead.
"How was school, sweetie?" Jenna asked, kissing Daisy's cheek as she took her backpack.
"Great! We learned about frogs!" Daisy shouted, then immediately looked around.
"Where’s Nathan?"
"In his study, finishing a conference call," Jenna smiled.
"Go wash your hands first."
Right on cue, the doors to the study opened, and Nathan walked out.
The sharp, stressful look that usually dominated his face was gone.
He had stopped wearing suits at home, opting instead for comfortable sweaters and jeans.
"Did someone say frogs?" Nathan joked, walking into the foyer.
Daisy giggled and ran to him, and Nathan lifted her up effortlessly, spinning her around once before setting her down.
"You're late today, kiddo. Did the bus get stuck in traffic?"
"No, we had to wait for Tommy because he lost his shoe," Daisy explained seriously.
Nathan laughed, his eyes naturally drifting to Jenna.
There was a warmth between them now, a comfortable, unsaid understanding that had grown over the months of working together.
They spent every evening talking—sometimes about the estate, but more often about life, books, and the future.
Nathan had become a constant presence in Daisy's life, attending her school plays and teaching her how to ride a bicycle on the estate’s long pathways.
But outside the gates of the estate, a storm was brewing.
Later that afternoon, while Daisy was doing her homework in the kitchen, Nathan’s phone rang.
It was Marcus. His voice was tense.
"Sir, we have a problem. A tabloid journalist just leaked a story online."
Nathan frowned, walking into his study and closing the door.
"What kind of story?"
"It’s an exposé on your personal life, sir. Someone gave them information about Jenna."
"They're calling her 'The Billionaire's Secret Maid.' They’ve published photos of her old apartment, her late husband’s financial records, and they're implying that you’re abusing your position to exploit a vulnerable employee."
"They're claiming it's a corporate scandal, arguing that Calloway Holdings' board of directors should investigate you for inappropriate conduct."
Nathan's grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles turned white.
"Who leaked it?"
"We're tracing the source now, sir," Marcus hesitated.
"But the initial tip came from an IP address registered to the residence of Victoria Vance."
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Nathan’s eyes narrowed into slits of ice.
"Victoria."
