Love Jason

Chapter 25

Emily's POV

With my heart racing, the driver halted at the gates of the sprawling mansion, its golden entrance guarded by men armed to the teeth.

"This is it," the driver's voice broke through, and I quickly nodded, wiping away the tears that blurred my vision.

"Thank you," I whispered, stepping out of the car, my breath heavy with apprehension.

"There was no turning back now," I reminded myself, summoning courage as I approached the looming gate. But before I could reach it, my phone buzzed with a text from Marco.

"Thank you for doing this. You're not alone; I'll be by your side every step of the way. And always remember, I love you. P.S. Delete this message and my number; I'll be the one to call you," his words provided a fleeting comfort, yet my attention was soon diverted by the voice of a nearby guard, snapping me back to the daunting reality before me.

I swiftly obeyed Marco's instruction, deleting his number and message, just as he had urged. Moments later, as if on cue, the guard's stern inquiry pierced the tense air.

"Who are you?" His tone sent shivers down my spine.

"I... I..." I faltered, struggling to form coherent words.

"Speak! Who are you?" The guard's demand was insistent, instilling a deep sense of fear within me.

"I'm here for the job, the nanny position. Mark sent me," I blurted out, my words rushed in an attempt to evade further interrogation.

"Mark," the guard repeated, and I nodded vigorously.

"Yes, he informed me about the job opening," I affirmed, recounting Marco's instructions down to the last detail, hoping it would be enough to allay the guard's suspicions.

The guard's piercing gaze bore down on me, his scrutiny lingering for what felt like an eternity before he finally spoke.

"What is your name?"

"Emily," I replied hastily, only to immediately realize my error. Marco had expressly instructed me to use an alias.

"No, Kate," I corrected myself, hoping to salvage the situation.

"Kate or Emily, which is it?" The guard's suspicion was palpable.

Realizing my mistake had already been made, I conceded defeat. "Emily. My name is Emily," I confessed, seeing no reason to continue the charade.

The guard nodded, then retrieved his phone from his pocket and held it to his ear, his actions leaving me trembling with nerves.

After what felt like an eternity, his attention returned to me, and he uttered two simple words: "Follow me."

With my legs trembling beneath me, I obediently trailed behind the guard.

As we moved forward, my gaze wandered, drinking in the mansion's grandeur. Its architectural magnificence took my breath away, each detail a testament to opulence and luxury, But amidst the splendour, I couldn't shake the chilling reminder that this was the abode of the devil himself. The beauty of the mansion only served as a deceptive facade for the darkness that lurked within its walls.

We walked for several minutes until the guard led me to what appeared to be a back entrance.

"Stand here while I fetch the head of staff," the guard instructed, and I nodded nervously.

Moments later, the guard returned accompanied by an elderly woman, who trailed behind him.

"This is her, the new nanny for the boss's daughter. She's already passed clearance, and Don Felipe wants you to take care of her," the guard explained. As soon as the woman's eyes fell upon me, the book in her hand slipped to the floor in shock. She stared at me as though she had just seen a ghost.