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Grace started with something no one else had tried—respect. She didn’t yell, didn’t threaten. Instead, she crouched down to their level and asked, “What do you want most?”
“Freedom,” Liam said.
“Fun,” Noah added.
“A robot dog,” Oliver grinned.
Grace smiled. “Deal. You give me one week without chaos, and I’ll make the last one happen.”
The boys blinked. No nanny had ever made a deal before. They were intrigued.
Grace set boundaries disguised as games. Breakfast became a contest of manners. Cleaning rooms? A treasure hunt with prizes. Even bedtime turned into “Secret Agent Mission Sleep.” For the first time, the mansion echoed with laughter instead of tantrums.
Alexander noticed. He’d come home late, expecting disaster—and found his sons asleep, Grace reading a book nearby. Something stirred in him. Admiration? Relief? Maybe both.
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