The Nanny Revenge: Returning to Destroy My Ex

"Knock. Knock. Knock."

Finally, after several knocks, the back door opened. A middle-aged woman looked at me and gave me a significant nod. She gestured with her hand, inviting me inside.

I was finally able to enter this house again.

I stood frozen in the hallway, my eyes scanning the surroundings. Not much had changed. Only the scent was unfamiliar as if I had forgotten what it once smelled like. But one thing was for sure: it was disgusting now.

"You'll meet Mr. Dawson and Mrs. Quinn." After closing the door, Elise, the middle-aged woman, spoke to me.

Honestly, just hearing the names Dawson and Quinn made my anger flare. They were traitors, and I would never forgive them. My fists clenched just by the mention of their names.

"All right." I nodded politely. "Thank you, Elise."

Elise was the head of the household staff here. She was the one who brought me in as a new employee.

"I hope you feel at home here."

Oh, I will. I will cling to my place here with everything I've got.

Because I, Rachel Jones, have been waiting for this moment for over a decade!

For years, I've planned everything down to the smallest detail so there will be no mistakes. Now, at thirty, I will finish what I started, and nothing will stop me.

Twelve years ago, I married young to a billionaire's son named Dawson. I won't lie—our love was intense, and I got pregnant. Dawson was thrilled with our marriage and the baby we had. There was nothing wrong with our marriage. Everything was perfect.

But the happily ever after... turned out to be no happily ever after at all.

Shortly after giving birth, I was kidnapped by a group of strangers. They tortured me and threw me off a cliff along with the car I was driving. Barely conscious, I managed to crawl out before the car exploded. Half my body was burned, and I was dying.

But God had other plans.

I woke up in a hospital—someone had saved me.

Why didn't I go back to Dawson?

Because everyone thought I had died—burned to ashes in that car. Worse, during the kidnapping, I heard one of the attackers mention Dawson Quinn as the mastermind behind it all.

If I went home, I'd be killed—again.

Besides, not long after I was officially pronounced dead, Dawson and Quinn got married.

Ironic, wasn't it?

Why hadn't I seen it coming?

In my grief and anger, I could only watch from a distance as they raised my son, Skylar. I waited, biding my time until I could make them pay. In the end, Dawson and I were never legally divorced. Only a fake death certificate separated us.

And Quinn, she'd pay for her betrayal, too.

Elise paused. "Sorry, I forgot your full name. Rachel...what?"

"Rachel Sparks."

As of today, my name is no longer Rachel Jones. That woman is dead.

I am now Miss Sparks. I could have chosen any first name, but to keep my real one? That's the beginning of the game. Especially when it comes to Dawson and Quinn.

They'll see how Rachel Sparks becomes the shadow that haunts them until their lives fall apart.

A curvy woman with glossy brown hair, full lips, a sharp nose, and eyes I know can seduce just about any man.

I've studied the art of seduction—it's a skill I've mastered.

Elise led me down hallways I knew like the back of my hand. Then we stopped before Dawson's study, the door slightly ajar. Inside, I heard two people arguing.

I was sure it was Dawson and Quinn.

Elise knocked on the door. "Sir? Ma'am?" she called.

The voices inside faded.

Then came the call. "Come in, Elise!"

Dawson! My hands instinctively clenched.

This was the moment I faced my so-called ex-husband and his new wife, who was once my best friend.

Elise opened the door and motioned for me to stand behind her. My eyes scanned the room, then landed on Dawson sitting on the edge of his desk.

Dawson Hewitt, now thirty-five, hadn't changed much, still with neatly cropped light brown hair, taller and broader now. Twelve years had added a few tired lines to his face, but that was all.

"Sir, this is the replacement nanny." Elise nodded politely.

I smiled broadly. "Rachel Sparks."

I couldn't help but laugh inwardly at the shock on Dawson's face. Even Quinn, who had her back to me, visibly jumped.

"Rachel?" Dawson's voice wavered.

I nodded politely. "Good afternoon, sir. And ma'am."

Quinn turned and strolled toward me. Still the same—blonde hair, slim face, petite frame, and yes… beautiful.

I used to admire her—pretty, friendly, sweet, and beloved. She was the queen bee in high school. Quinn could have any man she wanted. But stealing another man? That was clearly her kind of thrill.

She crossed her arms. "Rachel Sparks? How old are you now?"

"Twenty-five this year, ma'am." I deliberately shaved off five years to make her insecure.

"Hm... five years younger than me." She clicked her tongue and looked at Elise. "You brought a nanny for my children? Or a mistress for my husband?"

See?

Elise froze, her face drained of color. I glanced at Dawson, who was flushed.

"Quinn! Watch your language," Dawson warned.

Quinn laughed bitterly and turned her attention to him. "You like younger women, don't you?"

"What are you talking about?" Dawson snapped, offended.

But Quinn ignored him and kept her eyes on me. "Do your job. And stay in line."

I nodded politely, keeping a cold expression on my face. But inside, I wanted to laugh in her face and yell, "How does it feel to know I came back from the dead to destroy you both?"

Quinn walked out, pausing in the doorway to look at Dawson.

"We have a gala dinner tonight at eight. Don't disappoint me again."

"I'm busy!"

"Whatever."

I saw it—cracks in their marriage. Were they falling apart? Had karma already crept into Dawson's family after he had betrayed me? Now, the final blow was in my hands.

"Please ignore what just happened, Rachel," Dawson said, pulling me out of my thoughts. "I hope you settle in well. Welcome to our family."

I nodded. "Thank you, sir."

I froze for a moment when I heard Dawson's voice again. It was the first time since we'd met. His voice was still the same—soft, kind, never harsh.

His words always calmed me.

Then why did he destroy my life? Why did he let me believe that we really loved each other?

Dawson, you and Quinn have stolen everything from me. Everything... except my revenge.

Dawson brushed past me and hurried out of the study. Busy... or avoiding me?

"Is he always like this? Busy?" I whispered to Elise as we walked out.

"Most of the time."

Elise walked me back to the servants' quarters behind the mansion. It was a separate two-story building. The main house was three stories too large for such a small family.

I was given a room on the first floor. The two-story servants' quarters also housed rooms for the other staff: three maids, a gardener who doubled as a gatekeeper, and a chauffeur.

Elise then led me back into the main house, giving me a quick tour and explaining the rules of the mansion. I looked around at every corridor and set of doors we passed.

How must it feel for Dawson and Quinn to have lived here together for more than a decade? Could they really sleep peacefully at night when every breath they took came at the cost of my blood and life?

"The kids will be home soon - Skylar and Shawn," Elise said with a smile. "But don't bother Skylar if he wants to be left alone, okay?"

"Yes, Elise."

Suddenly, I felt nervous. I had trained for years—martial arts, strategy, self-discipline—everything to become strong. But one thing I was never prepared for... was taking care of children.

What was I going to do?

Suddenly, the front door slammed open, and a tall teenage boy burst in.

Dark, slightly messy hair, pale skin, and sharp eyes like an eagle's.

Skylar? Is that Skylar?

My body shook. Skylar was big now, but he was a baby the last time I saw him.

Tiny fingers. Loud cries.

My heart ached.

I'd waited for this moment to see my son again for twelve years.

"Young Master Skylar, this is—"

"Shut up, Elise!"

Skylar stormed past me with a glare and ran upstairs. A few other boys his age followed him without a hello.

Wait a minute. What kind of attitude is that?

You're in big trouble, young master!