What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny?-Chapter 111: I Choose Elias!

Chapter 111: I Choose Elias!
Valentina stood in the silent dining hall for a long time after the doors closed. The guards were gone, following the old master behind. The maids had vanished, careful not to witness what they weren’t supposed to. After all, it’ll get them punished.
Only the cold breakfast remained on the table, eggs congealing, coffee turning bitter.
She smoothed the front of her cream dress with shaking hands, brushing away dust that wasn’t there. Then she turned to her daughters with the brightest smile she could force.
"Everything is fine," she said, voice light, almost singing. "Everything will be fine. If it isn’t yet, Mommy will make it fine. You know I always do."
She walked over, cupped Sofia’s cheek, then Bianca’s. Her fingers were ice-cold.
Sofia raised an eyebrow. "Mom, you look like you’re about to cry."
Valentina laughed, too loudly. "What? Cry? Over that old man? Never. Why would I, Valentina, cry?"
She kissed each of them on the forehead, quick and hard, then turned and walked out, heels clicking fast, like she was running from something.
The doors shut behind her.
Sofia and Bianca were left alone.
"Mom is suspicious," Sofia said, picking up her phone again and scrolling. "She definitely did something to Alessandro."
Bianca leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs. "You think?"
"Come on," Sofia said, rolling her eyes. "Didn’t you see the way she panicked? She practically turned white. Mom only does that when she’s hiding something big."
Bianca chewed her gum slowly. "We’d be... what, twenty-five, twenty-six if Alessandro was still alive? Uncle Marco got married super late, remember? Alessandro was four when he died’. So yeah, same age as us, maybe a younger."
Sofia shrugged.
"I don’t care about the family drama. I want the money. If Dad becomes head, we get everything. Private jets, houses in three countries, unlimited shopping. That’s all I need."
Bianca kicked her sister’s chair. "Then help Mom achieve what she wants. If Dad takes over, we’re set for life. You get what I want, you get what you want. Simple!"
"How?" Sofia asked. "We can’t exactly walk up to Grandpa and say ’Hey, stop waiting for a dead kid and make my father the next head’,"
"You’re insane. You know that can’t work,"
Sofia rolled her eyes because she knew it wouldn’t work.
"So, what do you suggest we do?"
Bianca leaned forward, voice low. "We find Alessandro. Or we prove he’s really dead. Either way, problem solved."
Sofia burst out laughing. "Find a kid who disappeared more than sixteen years ago? What are we, detectives now?"
Bianca didn’t laugh. "I remember things, Sof. I was nine when it happened. Mom locked him in the old servants’ wing for weeks. She fed him once every three days. She said he was sick and needed a safe place. Grandpa was away fighting that stupid war in the South. He was gone for almost two years."
Sofia stopped laughing. "Wait. You’re serious."
"Dead serious," Bianca said. "When Grandpa came home, Mom cried and showed him pictures of a burned car. She made something up and said Alessandro died on the way to kindergarten. The body was too damaged to see. But I saw the butler carrying a small suitcase out the back gate the night before Grandpa returned. And Mom gave him a thick envelope."
Sofia rubbed her chin. "How do you even know all this?"
Bianca smirked. "Because I slept with Ricardo last year. The old butler. He was drunk and talkative."
Sofia’s eyes went wide. "You slept with Ricardo? He’s like sixty!"
"Fifty-eight," Bianca corrected. "And rich old men talk when they’re happy. He didn’t say Alessandro’s name, but he kept saying the little master is safe now, and she paid well. I just put two and two together. Smart, aren’t I?"
Sofia stared at her sister for a long second.
"So go sleep with him again," she said finally. "Get the full story."
Bianca rolled her eyes so hard it hurt. "I don’t do repeats. Ever."
"Then we’re stuck," Sofia said, standing up and stretching. "Since you won’t sleep with him, I’m out. I’m not hunting a ghost for Mom’s crazy plan."
Bianca slammed her hand on the table. Plates jumped.
"Fine!" she snapped. "I’ll do it. I’ll get Ricardo drunk and make him spill. Happy?"
Sofia smiled, sweet and sharp.
"Very happy. And make sure you record it, okay? Clear video and clear audio. We might need it one day."
Bianca stood up, already walking. "Whatever."
Sofia watched her sister leave, then sat back down, picking up a cold piece of toast.
"Oh, little sister," she murmured to herself, smiling at the empty room. "You’d better make that video. I’m definitely going to use it someday."
She took a bite from the cold toast and chewed slowly, eyes bright.
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Meanwhile, back at the Drago estate.
Elias stood in the middle of the twins’ bedroom, hands on his hips, staring at the disaster around him.
Toys everywhere. Socks on the chandelier. One sneaker is hanging by the doorknob. A half-eaten sandwich under the bed that was starting to smell.
He didn’t know why his body moved on its own. He was a guest now, not the nanny. But his hands were already picking up action figures and tossing them into the toy box.
Gerald walked past the open door, stopped, and came back.
"You don’t have to do that," he said, amused.
Elias didn’t stop. "How is this room always this bad? Don’t the new maids clean it?"
"They aren’t allowed into the Master’s and young master’s room. So I personally clean it every two days," Gerald said, stepping inside to help. "But five minutes after we leave, it looks like a bomb went off again."
Elias laughed. "I remember. When I was their nanny, I cleaned this room every single day. Sometimes twice."
He found a missing school book under a pile of costumes and put it on the desk.
"When they come home today," Elias said, "I’m teaching them how to clean it themselves."
Gerald raised an eyebrow. "You think they’ll listen?"
"They will," Elias said, grinning. "Or they don’t get to see me anymore."
Gerald laughed, loud and happy. "Blackmail. I like it. That’ll work."
They finished in twenty minutes. The room looked perfect: beds made, toys in boxes, clothes in the hamper. Gerald even opened the windows to let fresh air in.
Elias wiped his hands on his jeans. "Much better."
The door opened.
Viktor walked in, still in his black suit from wherever he’d been all morning. He looked tired, but the second he saw Elias, his whole face changed.
Gerald bowed quickly. "Master Viktor."
Viktor didn’t even look at him. He walked straight to Elias and pulled him into a tight hug, arms around his waist, face buried in Elias’s neck.
Elias froze for half a second, then hugged back.
"You don’t have to clean the room like a servant," Viktor said against his skin. "Not you."
Gerald cleared his throat softly. "I’ll... be downstairs."
He slipped out and closed the door.
Elias peeked over Viktor’s shoulder. "You scared him. Don’t do that in front of him,"
"I didn’t even do anything. I haven’t even greeted you yet," Viktor said. He pulled back just enough to look at Elias. "Hi."
"Hi," Elias said, cheeks pink.
Viktor’s hand came up, fingers brushing Elias’s hair. Then he leaned in and kissed him. The kiss was deep and hungry, like he’d been waiting days just for his lips.
Elias made a small surprised sound, but kissed back. His hands went to Viktor’s shoulders.
They stumbled a little. Viktor pushed him gently against the wall by the window.
Elias broke the kiss, breathing hard. "Viktor... we cannot do this here. This is the kids’ room."
"They’re at school," Viktor said, kissing his jaw. "They won’t be back for hours."
"Still..."
Viktor kissed him again, cutting off the protest.
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Footsteps in the hallway.
Fast ones.
Gerald’s voice, panicked. "Miss Clara, wait..."
The door flew open.
Clara stood there in a white coat and high heels, bag still in her hand, eyes wide.
Viktor and Elias froze.
Clara screamed.
"VIKTOR!"
Viktor pulled back slowly. No guilt or shame on his face. He kept one arm around Elias’s waist.
Clara’s face went red. "Are you cheating on me?"
"Yes," Viktor replied shamelessly.
Elias tried to step away. Viktor’s arm tightened around him, not letting him leave.
Clara let out a sharp and bitter laugh.
"Fine. If you ever put your lips on him again, this engagement is over. I will end it right now."
Viktor smiled.
"Is that a threat?" he asked. "Or a favour?"
Clara blinked. "What?"
"You’re giving me a choice," Viktor said. "Thank you."
He turned to Elias, pulled him closer, and kissed him again, right in front of her.
Clara’s mouth opened. No sound came out. Elias’s eyes went wide, but he didn’t pull away.
When Viktor finally stopped, he looked at Clara.
"If I were to choose between you and Elias. I choose Elias," he said. "Always."
Clara stood there, shaking. Then she turned and ran.
The door slammed behind her.
Elias stared at Viktor, heart pounding.
"You... you just..."
"I know," Viktor said softly. He touched Elias’s cheek. "I’m sorry it took so long."