What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny?-Chapter 108: The Corleones! 1

Chapter 108: The Corleones! 1
The final exam bell rang, and the whole nursing department exploded with cheers. Papers flew in the air, people hugged, and someone even opened a bottle of cheap sparkling wine in the hallway.
The second semester was over. Two whole months of break waited ahead, the longest one they would get before the new session started.
Elias stepped out of the exam hall with a tired smile. He had spent days and nights reading so hard so that he wouldn’t get any carryovers. All he wanted was to go home and have a long rest but he had barely put his pen away when the crowd found him.
"Yo! Elias! I’ve got a party at my place on Saturday! You have to come!"
"Yeah! A lot of hot dudes and girls would be there. Even from the other department,"
"Well, can you give me your number, man. We’re making a group for the break!"
"Hey, our celebrity Omega, drinks on me tonight!"
He laughed, said thank you, shook hands, posed for two quick photos, and promised at least three different people he would "think about it." His cheeks hurt from smiling by the time he finally broke free and walked toward the gate. The sun was warm, the air smelled like autumn, and for a few minutes, he felt excited.
Then he opened his phone when he heard a ding.
It was just one new message from Viktor:
Viktor:
You must have been done with your exam, right? Good. Pack your things. Marco will pick you up tomorrow, 7 sharp. Don’t be late, little cat.
Elias stared at the screen and sighed so deeply that an old security guard looked at him with worry.
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Home was only twenty minutes by bus. He spent the whole ride staring out the window, rehearsing how to tell Lila about their short move.
When he pushed open the apartment door, the smell of instant noodles hit him first.
"Welcome home, Brother!" Lila shouted from the couch, waving a pair of chopsticks like flags. "I made dinner! Well, I added egg and green onions, so it counts as cooking."
Elias dropped his bag and kicked off his shoes. "Thank you, chef. I’m officially free from that disease called exam."
Lila jumped up and hugged him tight. "Finally! We can watch movies all night, stay in pyjamas all day, eat ice cream for breakfast..."
"About that..." Elias rubbed the back of his neck. "We’re leaving tomorrow morning."
Lila let go and stepped back, head tilted.
"Huh? Leaving? To where?"
"It’s somewhere safe, and don’t worry, it’s just for a while."
She folded her arms. "I’m not worried, Brother. You’re doing that thing again where you don’t tell me anything."
He sighed and sat on the couch, patting the spot beside him. Lila sat, still staring and waiting for him to speak.
"You’ll get to see the twins again," he said.
Her eyes went wide.
"The baby bears?!"
"They’re not baby bears. They’re Dante and Dario and they are just seven."
"I’m calling them baby bears forever," she decided. "When are we going? And why?"
"Tomorrow at seven. And... It’s complicated. Just trust me, okay? It’s safer. For both of us."
Lila studied his face for a long second, then shrugged.
"Fine. But I’m bringing my colouring books and all my stuffed animals."
"Sure. Sure!" He waved and watched as she ran to her room to start packing.
Elias pulled out his phone to reply to Viktor.
Elias:
When you say 7... what time exactly? In the morning or evening?
He stared at the screen, waiting for Viktor’s call but the reply was instant, a video call.
Elias panicked, fixed his hair with his fingers, straightened his shirt, and answered.
Viktor’s face filled the screen. Wet black hair stuck to his forehead, water still dripping from his jaw. He was shirtless, a white towel hanging around his neck, another one low on his hips. The background was his huge walk-in closet, soft lights, rows of suits.
Elias forgot how to breathe.
"Hey," Viktor said, voice low and rough from the shower. "Exams weren’t too bad, right?"
Elias opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again. "Uh... no. They were fine."
"Good." Viktor let out a slow and lazy. "I missed your face like crazy,"
Elias felt his cheeks burn. His hand dropped to his lap and accidentally squeezed his own thigh because the view was too much.
Viktor propped the phone against something and stepped back to grab a shirt. The movement made the towel on his hips shift dangerously low.
Elias squeaked.
"Are you crazy?! You’re practically naked!"
Viktor glanced down at himself and shrugged. "You’ve seen everything already. Multiple times. Very up close."
"That was different!" Elias covered his eyes with one hand, phone shaking. "There was heat! And blankets! And... just warn a guy before doing that!"
Viktor’s laugh was deep. "You’re cute when you’re shy."
"I’m hanging up."
"Don’t you dare." Viktor pulled a black shirt over his head, muscles flexing. "I’m decent now. Mostly."
Elias peeked through his fingers. Viktor was still shirtless, just holding the shirt in one hand.
"You said mostly!"
"Relax." Viktor finally put the shirt on. "Better?"
Elias lowered his hand, face still red. "You’re the worst."
"And yet you’re smiling." Viktor leaned closer to the camera. "Anyway, the driver comes at seven in the morning in the Black SUV. It has tinted windows. I chose early since I don’t want anyone following you."
Elias nodded. "Got it."
"Good boy." Viktor’s voice dropped. "I can’t wait to see you tomorrow."
Elias’s heart did something stupid.
"Me too," he mumbled, then quickly ended the call before he turned into a tomato on camera.
He dropped the phone on the couch and stared at the ceiling, biting his lower lip.
"Am I in love with Viktor Drago?" he whispered to the empty room.
The answer scared him. His racing heart.
He had promised himself: never to fall for rich, powerful people. They were the reason his parents were gone. He didn’t know the details, but he knew enough. Money and power took everything from him once.
’Well, Viktor is different. Viktor protected me, fixed the house, cared about Lila, and... kissed me like the world was ending. He’s different from the others,’
But Viktor was also engaged. He’s literally a perfect alpha from a perfect family. Elias would never be more than the secret omega on the side.
He groaned loudly and stood up. "Packing. I should go pack and deal with my feelings later."
He spent the next two hours folding clothes, stuffing Lila’s twelve stuffed animals into a bag, arguing with her about how many colouring books were "necessary," and trying not to think about tomorrow.
.
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Meanwhile...
Far away, in a city most people only whispered about, a white limousine rolled through massive iron gates. The Corleone family crest, two crossed swords over a lion, was carved into every surface.
The castle was old, cold, and beautiful. Stone towers, ivy walls, windows taller than houses. Maids in black uniforms lined up on the steps, heads bowed.
A woman stepped out of the limo. Long dark hair, red dress, heels that clicked like gunshots on the marble.
Mistress Valentina Corleone, third wife of the late second son, mother of two daughters the old patriarch barely acknowledged.
The head butler bowed low. "Welcome home, my lady."
"Where are my daughters?" Valentina asked, handing over her coat.
"In their rooms, madam."
"And the Master? Did he come down to greet his granddaughters?"
The butler hesitated. "No, madam. The Master is... resting."
Valentina’s smile froze. Her fingers curled into fists.
She marched inside, heels echoing through the grand hall, up the sweeping staircase, and threw open the first door on the left.
Her eldest daughter, Sofia, was sitting on her bed doing a live stream, phone held high, laughing with her followers.
Sofia hissed, ending the live with a forced smile. "Hi, love you all, talk later!"
Her expression suddenly turned cold as she glared at her mother.
"Mom! You can’t just barge in!"
Valentina closed the door behind her. "Is that how you greet your mother after six months?"
Sofia rolled her eyes. "Hi, Mom. Happy?"
"Did you at least go to the fourth floor to greet your grandfather?"
Sofia snorted. "I don’t even know if the old man remembers we exist. Why bother?"
"Shush!" Valentina snapped. "Someone could hear you. He is still the head of this family."
Sofia went back to her phone. "Whatever."
Valentina took a deep breath.
"Tomorrow morning there will be a big breakfast. I’ll try my best to convince him to be present. You and Bianca will be there, dressed properly, smiling. Understood?"
Sofia waved her hand without looking up.
"Yeah, yeah, go away."
Valentina left, closed the door harder than necessary, and walked to the next room. Her younger daughter was painting her nails and ignored her completely. She didn’t even bother to speak to her.
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Downstairs, the butler waited.
Valentina stopped in the hallway, voice low and furious. "He didn’t even come down to see them. His own blood."
The butler bowed his head. "The Master has been... preoccupied."
"Preoccupied?" Valentina’s laugh was sharp. "He’s still mourning that dead grandson, isn’t he? Fifteen years and he still lights a candle every night."
The butler hesitated, then spoke quietly.
"There is talk, madam. The Master is considering adopting an heir."
Valentina froze.
Her face went white, then red.
"What did you say?"
The butler didn’t repeat it. He didn’t dare to.
Valentina’s hands shook.
"Over my dead body," she whispered.