Page 19 of The Billionaire's Secret

When we're all ready, we leave the building together. Our reflection in the mirror by the reception makes my heart skip a beat. We look like a real family.

"We can walk to the playground," Diana tells me.

I take Winston's bag from her shoulders and place it over mine, smiling when she looks at me, surprised.

"I can take that," she says, smiling too.

"I know, I just want to help you."

"I'm your nanny. I should be the one doing all these things."

Her tone is playful, but there's something about her words that disturbs me. Stopping in my tracks, I pull her to me.

"You're not just the nanny. You're so much more," I whisper as I take her lips in a kiss.

I put all the feelings I have for her in this kiss, even the ones I can't name yet. I want her to know she matters to me. Anyone could be Winston's nanny, but only Diana can make me feel like this.

"Diana!"

A voice sounds from behind us, and I break the kiss reluctantly to look at the woman approaching us. There's something familiar in her, but I can't pinpoint what.

"Do you know this woman?" I ask Diana in a whisper.

Her shoulders fall, and she gives me an apologetic look as she steps away from me.

My instinct tells me there's something wrong, begging me to hold her closer to me and take her away from this woman.

"She's my sister, Hannah."

Her sister approaches us, but instead of talking with Diana, she walks past us to see Winston.

"Oh, here you are!" Hannah says as she reaches for the stroller to take Winston.

I grab her hand, stopping her. I don't trust her. The moment she faces me, the memory of the night I held Winston for the first time hits me as I recognize the woman in front of me. My eyes travel from Hannah to Diana, begging her to give me an explanation.

"Wait," I whisper. "You're his aunt. You know?"

She looks down, unable to face me.

"Of course she knew, I told her Winston was with someone who could take care of him."

Ignoring Hannah, I take a step closer to Diana as rage takes over me. Here I was thinking that we could be like a real family while she was lying to me all along.

"Why didn't you tell me the truth?" I ask.

"I'm sorry," she whispers without facing me.

Grabbing her chin, I force her to look at me.

"Why did you do this? I trusted you. What was your plan? Take Winston away from me?"

She shakes her head, her eyes full of tears.

"No. I just wanted to make sure he was fine. I wanted to take care of him, but I knew I couldn't just take him," she sobs, and I remove my fingers from her chin, hating the red spot where I was grabbing her. "I just wanted to be a part of his life."

Pushing Hannah away from Winston, I hold the stroller and walk back to my building. I can't keep looking at either of them right now.

"What are you doing?" Hannah asks, trying to get the stroller from me. "I'm taking my son."

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