What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny?-Chapter 143: One Step Ahead!

Chapter 143: One Step Ahead!
Bianca stormed up the grand staircase of the Corleone palace, her heels clicking sharply against the marble steps, echoing through the vast hallways like a warning. The palace was a maze of luxury with dangling chandeliers and huge rooms... but right now, none of that mattered to her. Her morning live video had been a total flop, and the mocking comments were still burning in her mind. "Empty kitchen? LOL rich girl problems." "Where’s the breakfast? Starving in a mansion?" She clenched her phone, her freshly polished nails digging into the case.
Sofia followed behind, scrolling through her own feed, her wavy hair bouncing with each step. "Bianca, slow down. It’s not the end of the world. We’ll figure something out."
They reached Bianca’s room... a spacious suite with a king-sized bed draped in silk sheets, a vanity cluttered with makeup and jewellery, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the gardens. Bianca flung the door open and collapsed face-first onto the bed, her arms splayed out dramatically. "Ugh! This isn’t very comfortable. My followers are laughing at me!"
Sofia closed the door behind them and flopped onto the plush couch by the window, kicking off her slippers. She pulled out her phone again. "Okay, drama queen. What do you want to eat? I’ll order something. You know so well that there’s no point in starving over Grandpa’s tantrum."
Bianca rolled over, propping herself up on her elbows, her long hair falling over one shoulder. She tapped her chin thoughtfully, staring at the ceiling. "Hmm... let’s see. Sushi from that fancy place downtown... the one with the gold leaf rolls. And maybe some pasta carbonara. Oh, and truffle fries! And a salad, but make it loaded with chicken and avocado."
Sofia laughed as she typed into her delivery app. "Sushi? You can’t even eat raw fish since it gives you hives. Why order it?"
Bianca waved a hand dismissively, sitting up fully now. "I’m ordering a lot so I can film it for a follow-up video. Show them I’m not fazed. I hate that they’re mocking me for not having my usual stylish breakfast. ’Poor little rich girl’—as if! This’ll shut them up."
Sofia nodded, still chuckling as she added items to the cart. "Alright, sushi it is. And the pasta, fries... salad. Anything else, Your Highness?"
Bianca thought for a second. "Dessert! Chocolate lava cake. And some macarons... the colourful ones for the aesthetic."
Sofia hit confirm and leaned back. "Done. It should be here in thirty minutes." But as she watched the screen, the app suddenly glitched, and a message popped up:
"Order cancelled. Delivery not available to this location."
Sofia sat up straight. "What? What’s going on?"
Bianca looked over from the bed, her brow furrowing. "What is it? What happened?"
Sofia refreshed the app, staring at her phone in disbelief. "It says they can’t deliver here. The order just got cancelled. That’s weird... we’ve ordered from them before."
Bianca rolled her eyes, flopping back down. "You’re shouting over that? Just try another app. There are tons of them. It’s probably a glitch."
Sofia ran her fingers through her hair, switching apps. "Fine, let’s see." She spent the next fifteen minutes browsing, adding the same items. "Okay, this one’s good and with a faster delivery too." But as she hit pay, the same message:
"Delivery not available."
She groaned in anger, tossing her phone onto the couch cushion. "Again! What the hell?"
Bianca sat up now, curiosity turning to annoyance.
"Let me see." She grabbed her own phone and opened a third app. "You’re probably doing it wrong." She quickly built the order... sushi, pasta, fries, salad, cake, macarons. "See? Easy." But when she tried to pay, it cancelled too. "That’s weird. It was going through, but then... blocked."
Sofia paced a bit, her arms crossed. "This isn’t just a coincidence. It’s Grandpa. You know he’s powerful so he probably called the companies or something and blocked our address."
Bianca grabbed her hair in frustration. "Argh! I’ll give that old man a piece of my mind. This is ridiculous!"
Sofia pulled her sister back by the arm as Bianca started heading toward the door. "Calm down. You know Mom’s not helping because she can’t. If we go yelling at him, it’ll just make things worse."
Bianca shook her off. "Then what? We starve?"
Sofia thought for a second, picking up her phone again. "Do you have cash? Like, actual money?"
Bianca dug through her purse on the nightstand. "A few bills. Why?"
Sofia smirked. "We’ll order pay-on-delivery. Use a different email, maybe a fake name. They can’t cancel if it’s cash."
Bianca’s eyes lit up. "Oh! That’s smart! Let’s do it."
They logged into the app with a new account, carefully entering the order. "Address... same, but maybe say it’s for a party or something," Sofia muttered. The app accepted it, estimating delivery in forty minutes. "See? It’s working."
But as the timer ticked down, a notification popped up: "Order cancelled. Unable to deliver to the location."
Bianca groaned loudly, throwing her phone across the bed. "Not again! What the hell is his problem?"
Sofia sighed, slumping back on the couch. "Grandpa’s playing hardball. He controls everything around here... the companies, the staff, the deliveries. We’re cut off."
Bianca paced the room, her frustration building. "This is insane. We can’t just sit here hungry. Let’s cook something ourselves."
Sofia raised an eyebrow. "Cook? Us?"
Bianca stopped. "Why not? How hard can it be? Grab some eggs or whatever from the kitchen."
Sofia stood up, tying her hair back. "Fine. But if it’s a mess, it’s your fault." She picked up an apron from Bianca’s closet... it was a leftover from some costume party... and headed out. "Come on."
Bianca hesitated, looking at her nails. "I just got these polished. I don’t want to ruin them."
Sofia turned at the door. "Then starve if you want. Pride over hunger? Your call." She walked out, leaving Bianca fuming.
After a moment, Bianca groaned and followed. "Wait up! Fine, I’ll help."
They got to the kitchen... the same massive space from earlier, still spotless but now feeling mocking in its emptiness. Sofia tied on the apron. "If that shoot with the V Chefs had gone smoothly yesterday, we’d know what to do. None of this would’ve happened."
Bianca froze, turning to her sister with a glare. "Are you blaming me? For giving Elias that tour?"
Sofia shrugged, opening a cabinet. "I didn’t say that. I’m just stating facts."
Bianca crossed her arms. "Yes, you are! If I hadn’t, we wouldn’t have mocked those annoying chefs. It’s not my fault he got lost."
Sofia pulled out a pan. "Whatever. Let’s focus. What should we make? Something simple... meat maybe?"
Bianca nodded, calming a bit. "Yeah, steak or chicken. Easy."
Sofia headed to the third fridge... the one for proteins: meat, fish, eggs. She opened it, and immediately gagged, turning her head away as a foul smell wafted out. She slammed the door shut. "Oh god!"
Bianca, a few steps away, caught the whiff and wrinkled her nose.
"What the hell was that? Smells like rotten garbage!"
Sofia fanned her face. "The meat and fish... It’s all spoiled. Grandpa must have switched it out. That old bastard."
Bianca’s anger flared again. "See? He’s making our lives miserable! Shouldn’t he just die instead?"
Sofia’s eyes widened. "Don’t say that out loud! What if he hears? He’ll make it worse."
Bianca waved her off. "I don’t care. I just hate that old man."
Sofia took off her apron, tossing it on the counter. "We need to apologise. Like Mom said."
Bianca shook her head. "No way. I’m not begging."
Sofia lifted her hands in surrender. "Fine. If you’re not going, I am. Stay here and see if pride beats hunger." She walked out.
Bianca watched her go, then groaned and followed. "Wait! Fine, I’ll come."
They reached their grandfather’s room. They frowned as they reached a set of double doors that were guarded by two men in suits. Sofia straightened up. "We’re here to see Grandfather."
One guard shook his head. "He’s not available."
Bianca frowned. "Why are you lying? Did the old man tell you to say that?"
The guards exchanged glances. "He’s really not here. He went to the rooftop a few minutes ago."
Sofia yelled. "What? He’s in a wheelchair with bad legs! How?"
The guard explained calmly. "Boss has a private elevator in his room."
Bianca gasped. "Why don’t I have one in mine?"
Sofia ignored her. "That’s not important, Bianca. We need to find him and apologise." They rushed to the rooftop access, taking the stairs in a hurry.
But when they burst through the door, the chopper was already lifting off, rotors whirring loudly. Bianca sighed, flipping her middle finger at it. "Take that, old man!"
Sofia grabbed her hand down. "Stop! Are you crazy?"
Bianca pulled away. "He deserves it."
Sofia shook her head. "We need to know where he’s going. Let’s check the garage... maybe a car."
They hurried downstairs to the massive garage, lined with luxury vehicles. But it was empty... not a single car in sight. Bianca stared. "What now?"
Sofia’s face fell. "He’s one step ahead. Again."