What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny?-Chapter 165: Royally Fucked!

Sofia grabbed her hair when she heard those words from her sister. Her fingers tangled in her long hair, pulling at the strands as if to pull out the shock. "Alessandro is alive? Alessandro is alive. Alessandro is alive!"

She repeated the words over and over, her voice starting low but rising with each repetition, a mix of disbelief and panic echoing in the small room.

Bianca groaned from the bed, where she sat wrapped in the blanket, her skin still clammy from the encounter with Richardo. "Stop repeating the same words over and over again. It’s driving me crazy. So what if Alessandro is alive? It doesn’t mean that Elias is Alessandro. Maybe some stranger could have found him and killed him, or he could have died anyway."

Sofia let go of her hair, turning to face her sister with wide eyes. "But what if he is alive? What if grandfather’s search leads straight to him? We can’t risk it." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Bianca leaned back against the headboard, sighing. "Then we stop it. We find him first."

Sofia paced the room, her bare feet padding softly on the carpet.

"How? How are we going to find him and kill him before Grandfather or anyone else finds him? We don’t even know where to start."

Bianca stood up, the blanket slipping a bit as she moved to the window, peeking out at the dark estate grounds. "I don’t know yet. But we have to think. Richardo said he left him at an abandoned playground in the west... maybe start there, old records, police report or something."

Sofia stopped pacing. "That’s too slow. Grandfather has resources... we need to use them."

Bianca turned. "Like what? Steal his files? That’s risky."

Sofia nodded. "But worth it. If we don’t, we’re done."

Bianca rubbed her arms. "Fine. But before we have any more conversation, I need to wash off whatever fluid the old man left on my body. I feel disgusting."

Sofia watched as Bianca gathered clean clothes and headed to the bathroom, the door clicking shut. The water started running steadily. Sofia took out her phone from her pocket, glancing at the door to make sure it was closed. She played the video she recorded... one of Bianca and Richardo on the bed. Moans, creaking sounds, the dim light showing enough to be damning. She turned it off quickly, a small smile on her face, and slipped the phone back into her pocket.

Turning to the bathroom door, she mumbled under her breath, "I’ll find Alessandro before grandfather does and kill him. And when you’re out of the way with this video, sister, the heir spot is mine."

She left for her own room across the hall, slamming the door closed behind her. The sound echoed in the quiet estate.

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The next morning, the Corleone estate was buzzing with activity. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting golden patterns on the marble floors.

Servants moved about, setting tables and carrying trays. Sofia saw her mother with the other women in the family in the dining room. They were having breakfast... plates piled with fresh fruit, warm bread, scrambled eggs, and steaming coffee.

Laughter and chatter filled the air as they talked about family gossip and plans for the day. Since so many relatives were staying, they split the time for meals to avoid chaos. The kids and teenagers ate first, giggling and playing, then the uncles and aunts took their turn, discussing business and old stories, before Bianca and Sofia’s group.

Sofia entered the dining room when the uncles and aunts were having breakfast. The long table was full, silverware clinking, the smell of fresh and strong coffee. Her mother looked up from her plate, fork paused mid-air. "Sofia, it’s not time for your group yet. Go wait in the living room or something."

Sofia walked straight to her mother anyway, ignoring the glances from the others. "Mom, I need to talk to you. Privately."

Valentina sighed, setting down her fork with a clink. "Can’t it wait? I’m eating."

Sofia leaned closer. "No. It’s important."

Valentina excused herself with a polite smile from the table. "Be right back, everyone. Daughter duties." She pulled Sofia to the side, into a small alcove off the dining room with a window overlooking the garden. The space was cosy, with a small bench and plants. "What is it? You know I don’t like interruptions during meals... It’s rude."

Sofia looked around to make sure no servants or relatives were listening. "Sorry, Mom. But it’s really important. You need to hear this now."

Valentina folded her arms, her dress rustling. "Spill it then. And make it fast."

Sofia leaned in closer, voice low. "Alessandro is alive."

Valentina’s face went still, her eyes narrowing. "What are you talking about? Alessandro died in that accident years ago. We all know that."

Sofia shook her head. "I know you were the one who tried to kill Alessandro. You ordered Richardo to do it."

Valentina grabbed Sofia’s arm hard, nails digging in slightly. "Don’t you dare repeat that again. How do you know about this?"

Sofia winced but kept her voice steady. "Doesn’t matter how I know. I just wanted to tell you... Richardo never killed him. He left him at an abandoned playground instead. He let him live."

Valentina frowned, a low growl in her throat as her grip tightened. "That old fart. I’ll teach him a lesson he won’t forget. After all these years, he lied to me."

Sofia put a hand on her mother’s arm to calm her. "Mom, be calm. Getting angry won’t solve anything. We need to secretly find Alessandro and end his life before his grandfather does. If he finds him first, it’s over for us."

Valentina touched Sofia’s hair gently, smoothing a strand back, a proud smile on her face despite the tension. "I’m proud of you. You’re doing anything and everything for your sister to become the next heir. Thinking ahead like this... good girl."

Sofia faked a smile back, her heart racing. She secretly thought to herself that she was doing it for herself to become the heir, not anyone else... not Bianca, not even her mother.

Valentina said, "I’ll handle it. I have contacts... I can start searching quietly."

Before Sofia could say anything else, her mother told her, "Stay out of it. This is adult business. Go eat or find something to do." She went back to the dining room, slipping into her seat with a laugh at whatever story was being told, acting as if nothing had happened.

Sofia frowned, folding her hands as she stood there alone in the alcove. The sunlight from the window warmed her skin, but she felt cold inside. She just couldn’t leave it to her mother.

If Valentina finds Alessandro, she’d kill him, and Bianca would become the heir. But her mother was slow... too busy with family politics, too cautious.

If it were her, she’d give all her time and energy to find him. She has to steal the information her grandfather has. She went upstairs to his floor, heart pounding a bit as she climbed the stairs. The guards were usually there, patrolling, but she leaned on a pillar, hiding in the shadow of a large vase.

Just as she thought, he was heading out in his chopper again. She waited for him to come out of his room, dressed in a coat, walking stick in hand. He asked his guard, "Did you arrange the gifts for the kids? Make sure they’re wrapped nicely... It’ll be fun to watch them unwrap them."

The guard nodded. "Yes, sir. All set in the chopper."

He followed the guards to the private elevator close to his room and left, the doors closing with a ding.

The hallway went quiet. Sofia sneaked in, heart racing faster as she pushed the study door open... it was unlocked. The room smelled of old books and cigar smoke, the desk cluttered with papers. She started searching everywhere for clues... drawers pulled open, shelves scanned, desk surface cleared. Papers scattered as she dug through folders.

She found traces... notes on adoptions, photos of a young boy, and recent reports on Elias Kane. His life story, addresses, and even recent moves to Viktor’s safe house.

She frowned and muttered his name like it was a curse. "Elias Kane." Then asked herself, "What if Alessandro is Elias?"

Immediately after she muttered it, she heard the footsteps of the guards coming back... heavy boots on the marble. She hid the papers she found in panic, stuffing them into her pocket quickly. They pulled the door open. Their eyes met. The guards... two big men in dark suits, earpieces in... stared at her, hands going to their belts.

She bit her lower lip and muttered, "Oh! I’m fucked. Royally fucked!"