The Billionaire's Ninja Nanny

He built an empire to protect his daughter. He never expected to hire a weapon.

Rafael Silva built an empire on control. Billion-dollar acquisitions. Boardrooms that bow. A glass penthouse high above Denver where his seven-year-old daughter, Ellie, should have been untouchable.

Then someone photographed Ellies empty classroom chair. And every wall hed built meant nothing.

Soraya Baptiste has her own walls. The Norford Academy graduate and elite protection specialist has guarded heads of state, stopped assassination attempts, and learned to move through wealthy homes like a ghost. Her cover is flawless because its real: shes an overqualified nanny. Her mission is simple: keep one little girl alive.

The principal carries a pink unicorn backpack—and a target.

The complication is Rayas employer.

Rafe doesnt trust easily. Raya doesnt stay. Ellie Silva doesnt count on anyone — because the nannies always leave. But she tests every adult to see if theyre real, and Raya Baptiste has never failed a test she didnt know she was taking.

When the threat escalates from surveillance to siege, the woman hired to protect his daughter becomes the one person Rafe cant protect himself from.

Raya survives by never staying. Rafe survives by keeping everything he builds. The greatest danger isnt the enemy closing in. Its what happens if she walks away when its over.

A reverse bodyguard romance. A found family. A billionaire brought to his knees.

The Billionaires Ninja Nanny is Book One in the Broke to Billionaires series. Full HEA, reads as a standalone.

★ Reverse bodyguard romance — a lethal female protection specialist who doubles as a nanny

★ Single dad billionaire hero whos never trusted anyone with his daughter

★ Forced proximity at a remote mountain estate when the threat escalates

★ A seven-year-old gatekeeper with a pink unicorn backpack and a target on her back

★ Found family built one impossible choice at a time

★ He falls first. She has farther to fall.

★ A billionaire brought to his knees