Chapter 4My Son Wanted a Mom Like His Dad’s Secretary. I Agreed, and Now They Both Regret It!

With my reputation ruined, no company dared to hire me.

My assets were frozen, and I had nowhere to turn.

Just as I hit rock bottom, a butler approached me with an offer: they wanted me to become a live-in tutor for the infamous Morgan family.

The Morgans were surrounded by sinister rumors—three sons, two dead, and one missing.

The two remaining sons had left behind three children. But since no one was willing to take responsibility for them, the kids had grown into wild, uncontrollable troublemakers. No school would accept them.

The butler had hired several tutors, but all of them had been scared off by the children’s antics. Their infamy had spread far and wide.

The eldest, Mason Morgan, had nearly beaten someone to death in a fight.

The second, Miles Morgan, was physically frail but strikingly handsome. He’d been bullied so badly that he almost lost his eyesight.

The youngest, Maddie Morgan, was a quiet little girl who had trained in martial arts. She feared no one and could take down anyone who crossed her.

On my first day, I wasn’t prepared for what awaited me.

The three kids locked me in a dark storage room.

But I wasn’t about to let them win. I smashed my way out, dragged each of them one by one, tied them up, and threw them into the same storage room. I left them there for three days without food.

When I finally let them out, they were pale and subdued.

I looked at their defeated faces and said calmly, “Today’s lesson is simple: respect others, and you respect yourself.”

As time passed, I slowly pulled them back from the edge of destruction. Day by day, I began to uncover the truth behind their behavior.

Mason had nearly beaten someone to death because that person had mocked the Morgans, saying their family was cursed. He’d laughed that Mason would die soon too, and once the Morgans were gone, their rivals would swallow up their legacy.

He’d even joked that Mason’s siblings were so attractive they could be sold for a good price.

Miles had almost lost his eyesight because someone told him to get rid of his younger sister—claiming it’d be better for the family fortune if there was one less heir to split the inheritance.

Maddie had gone on a rampage because she overheard people plotting to harm her two brothers. They even talked about blinding them. Maddie had snapped and beaten those people so badly they couldn’t walk for weeks.

The more time I spent with them, the more I grew to love these kids.

Mason had a passion for business, so I taught him the strategies and skills he’d need to succeed.

Miles adored art, so I opened his eyes to the beauty and power of creativity.

Maddie loved to learn, so I encouraged her curiosity and guided her through every subject she wanted to explore.

Our bond grew stronger with each passing day.

Eventually, they stopped calling me “teacher” and started calling me “Mom.”

A sudden vibration from my phone pulled me out of my thoughts.

It was a message from Ethan.

“Don’t mess with my mom’s plans. If you ruin things for her, your good days will be over.”

“You’re not the Danielle Hayes you used to be. Stay in your lane.”

How ironic. He didn’t even bother to call me “Mom” anymore.

I stared at the message and let out a cold laugh. What a perfect son I’d raised.

When Ethan was little, he’d suffered from a rare blood disorder that left him weak and on the brink of death.

For three years, I dedicated myself to researching a cure, pouring everything I had into saving him.

Once I’d found a way to treat him, I spent every waking moment nursing him back to health.

His survival was my greatest achievement.

I could still remember how he used to throw his little arms around me, tears streaming down his face.

“Thank you, Mom. Thank you so much.”

“Will I ever get strong enough so you don’t have to work so hard anymore?”

But those days were long gone.

Now, those memories were nothing but smoke, drifting away into the distance, leaving only cold indifference behind.