I Married Billion Banana After My Failed Marriage

The night I left my marriage with nothing, I wandered the streets of New York alone, room and board included. That's what got me that same night. I dragged my suitcase to the address on the ad. I walked straight into the mansion of Banana, the richest man in New York. Mr. Banana is looking for a mother for his child, not a wife for himself. I need you to be very clear on that. Mr. Banana is an exceptional man; don't get any ideas. Honestly, this job was perfect for me. To put it simply, they just needed a highend nanny. I had only gotten divorced that morning; remarriage couldn't be further from my mind. But taking care of a kid and having a roof was a lifeline for me. I understand, I won't get any ideas. You have my word. A young father and his son were locked in a silent battle.

That night I stayed in the villa. Small Banana and I were on the second floor; Banana had the third floor to. himself. "You are never to go up to the third floor. A woman once snuck up to climb into Mister and was thrown out the window. " "I won't, I promise. " Small Banana was only four, but he could already sleep in his own room. That made my work a lot easier. Strawberry, let's talk. Sure, Mr. Banana. You're good with kids; have you had any of your own? No, but I look after my exhusband's sister's kids for two years. Back then, my ex's family thought I didn't make enough money, so they made me quit my job. After I quit, they said I was lazy and had nothing to do, so they fired the sister's nanny and made me take over. You're divorced? Why we came from different worlds. you know I need to find. a mother for small banana. he has no sense of security. He won't leave the house, won't go to preschool. I'm busy with work, so I need someone patient to be his mother. I'll have you sign a prenup; everything stays separate. I understand.

The man sat there holding a bowl and a spoon, his expression dark. The boy bit his lip and refused to budge. Just one small banana, one tiny bite. Can you do that for me? Neither of them was backing down. Siran, another applicant is here. This one seems honest. That face I'd seen it on the cover of Forbes before. Unfairly handsome. The kind of face you don't forget. A minute ago I was worried this whole thing might be a scam, now I could relax A man like him had zero reason to waste his time tricking some broke, freshly divorced woman like me. What's your name. I guessed he'd just finished a long day at work and hadn't even had time to change before coming to feed the child. Only to get absolutely wrecked, feeding a child was probably harder for him than closing a multibillion dollar deal. Claire Bennet, give it a try. So this was the job interview, I had to nail this If I could stay, at least I wouldn't be sleeping on the street tonight I put on what I hoped was a warm, motherly smile and walked toward the boy.

No, make her leave. I don't want her; they're all bad women. So before me, this kid had already been through who knows how many stepmoms. Relax, I'm not here to feed you; I'm feeding SpiderMan. You're fine. Eat more. You need to be full to save the world. Kids who don't eat are too weak; they can't even protect themselves, let alone all of humanity. Oh, you want the potatoes? Right. potatoes give you strength. He smacked his lips a few times, but I pretended not to see. Oh, there's a baby SpiderMan here too. Peter Parker, can you share some of your food with him? He needs to eat so he can grow up big and strong like you Well, since SpiderMan said so I guess you can have a little. But don't eat too much, okay, if you get stronger than him, he'll be sad.

Rich people are all like this. My first marriage was for love, but because the gap between our families was too big, I signed a prenup too. So when the love ran out and we divorced, I had nothing left—not even my wedding ring, let alone someone like Banana, a man at the very top. Of course, he'd be careful about marriage. Honestly, I'd be happy just having a place to stay. We don't have to make it official. The marriage is for small banana. I want him to have a longterm mother, and marriage is the strongest contract there is. Then we'll do it your way. Don't worry; I'll give you 50,000 a month for personal spending. Mr. Banana, can I ask if we divorce someday? Can I keep the money you've given me? Of course, that money is yours. Okay, then. I don't have any needs in our sex life right now, so you'll stay on the second floor. Okay, I don't either. Just like that, three days after my divorce, I was married again same as the first time, no wedding.

No need for small banana, oh, okay, thank you for your ring. What's wrong. strawberry? Can you read me a bedtime story I'll get my dad to pay you more. But if you don't want to, that's. fine Come here. That night, small banana fell asleep in my bed after his book. The next morning, when banana heard, he was genuinely surprised. Strawberry, thank you. I'll add ten thousand a month. Mr. Banana, that's way too much. It really was. In my last marriage, I did so much more than this. During the day, I watched my ex's sister's kids. At night, I cooked for my ex, then got up in the middle of the night to clean the house. It's not like we can't afford a maid. Just sitting all day doing nothing doesn't seem right. Even after all that, when we divorced. They said I'd been living the good life for three years, and they sent me out with nothing.

Mr. Banana, that's too much. This is just what I should be doing. As I said this, Small Banana came over and grabbed my right hand. He looked up at me with tears. He was moved so easily. The women came before you, only cared about pleasing me, ignoring Small Banana's feelings. The extra $10,000 is settled. Thank you, Mr. Banana. From that day on, Small Banana was glued to me. Banana was busy, so most of the time it was just the two of us at home. I tried my best to play with him and made him happy every day. When he got scared, I held him tightly and comforted him gently, but he still didn't want to leave the villa until the day I needed to go to the hospital for a followup. Wait for me at home, I'll be back soon. He grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go. He didn't say anything, just looked up at me with those big sad eyes. He's afraid you'll leave and not come back. I'm not liking it; I'll be home after my appointment. And you played as it eat for away or your? Small banana, you want to go to the hospital with strawberry, my goodness, little banana finally left the house.