The widowed millionaire’s twin sons were starving until the day the new nanny did something unexpected that changed their lives forever.

The widowed millionaire’s twin sons refused to eat — until their new nanny did something unexpected and changed their lives forever

When Mariana got out of the car in front of Ricardo Navarro’s vast house, she felt a mixture of excitement and unease course through her. It wasn’t a house like any other—it was a house filled with silence.

As soon as she entered, she noticed the long corridor, the large paintings, the tall windows letting in light without warmth. The employees barely greeted her, with a simple « hello, » as if everything were normal, but Mariana immediately sensed that something was wrong.

Then he appeared: Ricardo, a tall, elegant man, but with a closed expression. He didn’t offer his hand. « Hello, » he said simply, in a curt tone, as if to signify that he had no time for pleasantries.

He introduced her to the children: Emiliano and Sofía, eight-year-old twins. He pointed them out without emotion.
« This is your new nanny, » he said.

The children stared at her in silence: the boy, with a blank stare; the girl, with her arms crossed. They wore the same clothes, like two reflections in the same mirror.

Mariana gave them a shy smile.
« What would you like for dinner? » she asked softly.

They both shrugged.
Sofía said nothing.
Emiliano simply replied, « Nothing. »

Mariana’s heart sank. This job would be unlike any other.
Ricardo watched the scene, nodded his head emotionlessly, then walked away.

She then led them around the house: a sumptuous dining room, but with no food on the table. A living room with comfortable armchairs, but clearly unoccupied. In the garden, abandoned toys and a dusty picnic table.

On the shelves, she glimpsed photos: Ricardo and Lucía, his late wife, embracing and smiling. The children were the spitting image of their mother, especially Sofía. A lump formed in Mariana’s throat.

When evening came, Ricardo said a curt goodnight and left her alone with the children.
She tried to speak to them gently, but only silence answered her. Not a word, not a glance.
Then she understood: it wasn’t just sadness or a whim—there was a deep pain in that house.

The first dinner