What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny?-Chapter 109: Off To The Drago Estate!

Chapter 109: Off To The Drago Estate!
Elias woke up before the alarm. The apartment was still dark, only the streetlight outside painted thin lines on the ceiling. He lay there for a minute, listening to the quiet. No car horns. No arguing neighbours. Just the soft sound of Lila breathing in the next bed.
Today they were leaving.
He got up at six and crept. First, he turned off the fridge, the water heater, and every plug he could find. Then he pulled the plastic covers over the couch and the small table, the ones the landlord had given them years ago. Dust wouldn’t have time to settle, he hoped. He didn’t know how long they would be gone, but he wanted the place to feel the same when they came back.
Lila was already up when he went to wake her. She was sitting on her bed surrounded by stuffed animals, trying to choose which ones to bring.
"Only four," Elias said, voice still rough from sleep.
"But Mr Bunny will be lonely without Mrs Bunny," she whispered, holding up two rabbits.
Elias sighed. "Fine. Five."
She beamed and started stuffing them into her pink backpack.
He tried to hide his smile as he thought to himself...
’She still behaves like a child,’
By six-fifty they were ready. Two suitcases, one backpack each, and a plastic bag with snacks for the road. Elias locked the door, slipped the key under the mat for the landlord, and sent a quick text to Viktor, telling him they were waiting. Viktor didn’t respond immediately but a car’s horn downstairs got his attention.
The black SUV was already waiting, engine running softly. Marco stepped out, tall and calm as always, and opened the back door.
"Good morning, Mr Elias. Miss Lila." He let out a small but real smile. "I missed you. The twins have been monsters without their nanny."
Elias laughed, tired but happy. "I bet. Hi, Marco."
Lila climbed in first, eyes huge at the leather seats. "This car is bigger than our living room."
Marco closed the door gently and took their bags. Elias slid in beside his sister. The car smelled clean, like lemon and whatever scent was there. The partition between the front and back was up, giving them privacy.
Lila immediately curled up against Elias’s side and fell asleep again before they even left the street. Her head was heavy on his lap, hair tickling his arm.
Elias stared out the tinted window as the city woke up. He asked himself for the hundredth time how everything had changed so fast.
From broke student to... whatever this was.
Marco’s voice came through the speaker. "We’re going straight to the estate. The twins finish school today, then they’ll be moved to the safe house tonight. It’s Master Viktor’s orders."
Elias nodded even though Marco couldn’t see. "Okay."
The ride was smooth. Less than an hour later, the gates opened and the familiar long driveway appeared. Trees, manicured grass, and the huge fountain in front. Elias felt his stomach twist. He hadn’t been here since the heat. Everything looked the same, but he felt different.
Marco parked at the staff entrance. Two maids were already waiting with a trolley for the bags.
"Welcome back, Mr Elias," one said softly.
He smiled awkwardly. "Thanks. But... just Elias is fine."
They took Lila’s suitcase first. She was still half-asleep, rubbing her eyes.
Gerald saw that they had arrived and walked over with a smile on his face. He just couldn’t hide it. "It’s so good to see you again, Elias,"
"Hello, Gerald. You sure do look excited,"
"Haha! This way, please. We’ve prepared rooms on the family floor."
Elias frowned. "Family floor?"
Gerald didn’t answer, just led them inside.
The house was quiet. Most staff were already working. The smell of fresh bread drifted from the kitchen. They went up the grand staircase, past paintings Elias could remember, down a hallway with soft carpet that swallowed their footsteps.
Gerald stopped at a door.
"This is for Miss Lila. It’s next to the young masters’ rooms."
He opened it. Pale blue walls, a big bed with white sheets, a desk by the window, toys already on the shelves. Lila’s eyes went wide.
"It’s huge! I can’t believe I have to stay here all alone," she whispered.
"And this," Gerald said, walking three doors down, "is for you, Elias."
He opened another door.
Elias stepped inside and stopped.
The room was beautiful. Soft grey walls, wooden floor, a bed big enough for three people. Bookshelves. A small sitting area with a couch and TV. Three doors: one to a bathroom bigger than his apartment, one to a walk-in closet already half-filled with new clothes in his size, and one more door... wooden, heavy, locked with a keyhole.
He tried the handle. Locked.
"What’s this one?" he asked.
Gerald smiled politely.
"Private access. Only the family uses it."
Elias decided not to ask more. He dropped his bag on the bed. "Thank you."
Gerald bowed slightly.
"I’m really glad you’re here, Elias,"
"Me too. Please don’t act like I’m a guest," Elias spoke in a pleading tone.
Gerald just nodded his head.
Lila was already asleep again in her new room, curled up under the blanket with Mr and Mrs Bunny. Elias tucked her in properly, kissed her forehead, and closed the door softly.
He was walking back to his room when a door beside Lila’s opened.
Dante stepped out in dinosaur pyjamas, hair sticking up everywhere.
He opened his mouth. "NAN..."
Elias ran the three steps and slapped a hand over Dante’s mouth.
"Shhh! I know you’re excited right now but just use your voice!" he whispered.
Dante’s eyes were huge. He nodded fast.
Elias removed his hand slowly.
Dante immediately threw his arms around Elias’s waist and hugged him tightly. "You came back," he whispered into Elias’s stomach.
Elias smiled and hugged back. "I’m here."
"Are you staying with us now?" Dante asked, looking up.
"Erm... For now," Elias said carefully.
Dante’s grin was huge. "Yay!"
"Where’s your brother?"
"Still sleeping. I tried to wake him but he threw a pillow at me."
Elias ruffled Dante’s hair. "You should go get ready for school. It’s your last day, right?"
Dante nodded excitedly. "Yes! And then autumn! It’s just a short break,"
He ran back inside. Elias followed.
The twins’ room was chaos: toys everywhere, school uniforms on the floor, one sock hanging from the chandelier.
’How did it even get there?’
Dario was buried under a mountain of blankets, only a tuft of black hair showing.
Elias sat on the edge of Dario’s bed and gently shook his shoulder.
"Dario. Time to wake up." Dante yelled.
Dario groaned. "Five more minutes, Dante... You’re too loud!"
"Dante isn’t the only one here."
Dario froze when he heard that voice. Then he shot up, blankets flying, eyes wide.
"Nanny?" His voice cracked.
Elias opened his arms. Dario launched himself forward and hugged him so hard that Elias almost fell backwards.
"You’re here," Dario mumbled into his shoulder. "You really came back."
"Told you I would," Elias said softly, rubbing his back. "Now go get dressed and get ready for school."
Dario pulled back, eyes shiny. "You’ll be here when we come home?"
"Yes, I will. I promise."
The twins got ready in record time: uniforms, teeth brushed, hair combed (sort of). They ate breakfast in the kitchen... pancakes and fruit... chatting nonstop about their class party later.
Then the driver took them to school.
Elias stood at the front door and waved until the car disappeared.
The house felt huge and empty without them.
He walked back inside, hands in his pockets.
Gerald was in the hallway, giving instructions to the staff.
"...and no one is to mention Mr Elias or Miss Lila to Miss Clara. Understood?"
The guards and a few servants they newly employed nodded.
Elias pretended not to hear. He kept walking.
Near the stairs, he saw Milo. Milo was holding his phone, thumbs moving fast.
"Milo!" Elias called, smiling.
Milo jumped so hard his phone slipped and clattered on the floor.
"H-hey! Elias! Long time!" Milo laughed, too loudly, and picked up the phone quickly.
Elias walked over. "It’s been a long time. I missed you, too. How’ve you been?"
Milo’s smile looked forced. "Good! Busy. You know. I have to cook for everyone."
Elias studied him. Milo’s eyes kept darting away.
"You okay? You look nervous."
"No! I’m great!" Milo scratched the back of his head. "You... you look different."
"Different how?"
"Stronger. Not like before." Milo swallowed. "Hmmm... should I say healthier?"
Elias laughed. "Thanks, I guess. I’ve been eating better."
Footsteps on the stairs. Lila came down, hair messy, rubbing her eyes.
"This house is too big," she announced. "I got lost twice."
Milo looked at her. "Who’s this?"
"My little sister, Lila."
Milo blinked. "She’s tiny."
Lila stuck out her tongue, annoyed.
Elias smiled. "She’s hungry. Any breakfast left?"
Milo snapped out of it. "Of course! Let’s head to the kitchen. I’ll make you both something."
They sat at the kitchen island. Milo moved fast: eggs, toast, fresh orange juice, and little bowls of fruit.
Lila ate like she hadn’t seen food in years.
Elias ate more slowly. The maids were cleaning. Gardeners outside. Everything was perfect and quiet.
’So Viktor finally agreed to employ more servants,’
Apart from that, he kept thinking about where Viktor was. He was sure he wasn’t at home, or else, Viktor would have thrown himself over him at the door.
And also... he was wondering why Gerald had told everyone to keep his name away from Clara.
’I shouldn’t be bothered by that. It’s a good thing that they are trying to keep me and that witch apart,’
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Meanwhile...
In the highest floor of the Corleone castle, an old man sat in a dark large room.
The only light came from a single candle on the desk.
In front of him was a photograph in a silver frame.
A little boy, four years old, dressed in a tiny suit. Light brown hair, big eyes, smiling at the camera like he owned the world.
The old man touched the glass gently.
"Oh... Alessandro," he whispered.
He was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.
Knock knock.
The door opened. The butler stepped in and bowed.
"Master, your daughter-in-law and granddaughters are waiting for breakfast."
The old man didn’t look up. "Who?"
The butler hesitated. "Lady Valentina and her daughters. Sofia and Bianca."
The old man let out a long and tired sigh. He put the photo face down and stood slowly, leaning on a black cane.
His face finally came into the light: sharp cheekbones, white hair, eyes like winter.
"Tell them I will join them," he said.
The butler bowed again and left.
The old man looked back at the candle.
Then, in the photo, he slowly walked away from the candle.