What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny?-Chapter 155: Back From Prison!

Chapter 155: Back From Prison!
Meanwhile, at the Corleone fortress, the usually quiet and empty halls were filled with noise and activity. The massive estate felt alive for the first time in months. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows as servants moved quickly, carrying trays of snacks or fresh flowers to replace wilted ones, while the scent of coffee and baked goods drifted from the kitchen.
Marco had four sons once, but tragedy had taken three... lost to old rivalries, accidents, or illnesses. Only the third son remained, married to Valentina, and he was the one carrying the family name forward now, though he spent more time on his mystery business trips than at home.
Apart from sons, Marco had daughters too, all married to influential men in business, politics, or other powerful circles, and they had brought their kids along this time. The house was packed with relatives... cousins catching up after years apart, nieces and nephews running through the halls, in-laws discussing deals in hushed tones. It was like they’d all chosen the same day to arrive, turning the fortress into a bustling family gathering that hadn’t happened in years.
The younger ones ran around the halls, playing tag or hiding in the many rooms, their laughter echoing off the walls and bringing a rare energy to the place. The adults gathered in the living room or library, sipping coffee or wine from crystal glasses, talking about family news or business deals with careful words.
"Did you hear about the new shipping route opening up?" one uncle asked another in a low voice, leaning in over his drink. "Could be big for us if we get in early."
A group of aunts sat on the plush sofas, discussing the schools and comparing notes on the best tutors or private lessons.
"My youngest is starting piano next year," one said proudly. "The teacher comes highly recommended." But every conversation circled back eventually to Marco... his health, when he would come down, what his plans were. No one was allowed upstairs to his private wing without permission, so they waited patiently, glancing at the grand staircase now and then, hoping for a sign.
They’d heard Marco’s health was declining after the recent collapse, the news spreading quickly through family channels, and many wanted to spend time with him before the new year fully set in, to show care and loyalty. But underneath the smiles, hugs, and offers to help with anything, there was tension everyone felt but no one mentioned directly.
Everyone knew how the Corleone inheritance worked... one person got everything. No splitting, no shares for others, no trusts or divisions. The property, the businesses, the power and influence... it all went to a single heir Marco chose, based on who he trusted most or who impressed him in the end. So, while they played with the kids in the garden... pushing swings or organising small games... or shared meals in the dining hall with stories from the old days, they were all looking for ways to stand out, to catch his favour with a thoughtful gift, a helpful suggestion, or a display of loyalty.
Valentina walked down those grand stairs slowly, her phone pressed to her ear, looking tired but composed in a simple, elegant dress that hugged her figure. Her hair was pulled back neatly, but there were faint lines of worry around her eyes. All eyes turned to her as she reached the bottom... the sister-in-laws pausing mid-sentence, cousins stopping their chats, everyone shifting attention. She was on a call, her voice low but urgent as she spoke to the driver.
"Is the car outside yet? Good... tell them to wait at the back entrance. I’ll get to them in no time."
The ladies gathered around her quickly, their smiles full of concern but their eyes sharp with curiosity.
"Valentina, dear, how are you holding up?" one sister-in-law asked, touching her arm lightly, her rings glinting.
Another added, leaning in.
"We’ve been so worried about Father. And you... with everything going on. You look tired."
A third chimed in softly. "The house feels full again... It’s nice having everyone here, right?"
Valentina faked a smile, nodding politely as she ended the call.
"I’m fine, thank you. Just managing day by day. Father’s resting upstairs... doctors say he needs quiet."
But they didn’t stop, circling closer with their questions and comments.
"We heard about the girls," one said softly, though her eyes had a glint of curiosity that wasn’t entirely kind. "The arrest... such a shame for the family name. What exactly happened? The news made it sound dramatic."
Another chimed in, sipping her coffee.
"Young ladies in a cell? The papers are awful these days... always exaggerating. But still, it must be hard."
A third added, "Bianca and Sofia are such pretty girls. This will blow over soon, I’m sure."
Valentina’s smile tightened, her grip on the phone whitening her knuckles as she felt the judgment hidden in their "concern." She couldn’t handle the pity mixed with gossip, the way they said "shame" like it was juicy news to share later.
Her daughters’ mistake was being twisted into family embarrassment, and it stung.
"It’s nothing serious. It was just a little misunderstanding with the police. Excuse me... I need to check on something." She walked away quickly, her heels clicking on the marble as she headed outside to the back entrance where the car was pulling up, leaving the group whispering behind her.
The police vehicle stopped at the discreet back gate, away from the main drive. Bianca and Sofia stepped out slowly, looking exhausted... hair messy and unstyled for once, clothes wrinkled from the station benches, faces pale from lack of sleep and proper food over the past days.
Their eyes were red-rimmed, shoulders slumped. Valentina rushed to them from the door, hugging them tightly one after the other, her arms wrapping around them protectively.
"My girls... you’re home finally. I was so worried."
Bianca hugged back weakly, her voice muffled. "Mom... it was awful."
Sofia just leaned in, too tired for words at first, resting her head on Valentina’s shoulder.
Valentina pulled back, looking them over with a mother’s worry... checking for injuries, brushing hair from their faces. "Come on... use the back door. There are guests inside. I don’t want them seeing you like this right now."
Bianca sighed, rubbing her tired eyes with the heel of her hand.
"Who hasn’t seen us already? We’re all over the net. Even the officer at the station showed us the trending video on his phone... us yelling at the crowd, phones flashing everywhere. It’s embarrassing."
Sofia nodded, her voice hoarse and flat from exhaustion.
"Everyone knows by now. Glamour Girls in jail? Such a great headline. The comments were so brutal. And what is more annoying is the fact that the V-Chiefs’ latest video is topping the chart!"