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Cassian's POVAnd then—Lorenzo laughed. A dark, knowing sound. "So that’s how it is," he mused. "I win, and you still won’t let her go?" I smirked, slow and lethal, the kind of smile that made men second-guess whether they had truly won. "You won the game, Lorenzo," I said, my voice smooth, unhurried. I let the words settle, watching the flicker of triumph in his eyes. Then, I leaned forward slightly, tilting my head as I continued, "But Reina?" I let my gaze drift to her, drinking in the way her breath hitched, her chest rising just a little faster. "She belongs to me."Lorenzo exhaled, shaking his head with a smirk, but there was something tight in his expression, something just beneath the surface that told me he wasn’t as amused as he wanted to seem. "You always were a selfish man, Don Morelli." I chuckled, the sound low and deliberate. "And you, Lorenzo, always seem to forget one crucial detail." His brow lifted, curiosity laced with caution. I leaned back, my fingers
Last Updated : 2025-03-22The Devil's Nurse No Way Out
Reina’s POVThe moment I stepped into my room, exhaustion hit me like a ton of bricks. It wasn’t even lunchtime, and I already wanted to curl up under the covers and sleep the rest of the day away. Maybe finish that book I’d been reading all week. Anything to forget, even for a little while, the nightmare I was living. My wrist still aches and I debated attending to it. But first, I had to make a call. I pulled out the secret phone the police had given me and dialed the number immediately. The line barely rang before the officer picked up. "Do you have anything for us?" His tone was sharp, straight to business. I took a steady breath. "I’ve changed my mind," I whispered, gripping the phone tightly. "I want out. I’ll go to court, get a lawyer—anything but this!" Silence. Then a slow exhale from the other end. "Do we look like a joke to you?" the officer finally said, voice cold. "It might interest you to know that you're no longer just a murder suspect, but the murderer."
Last Updated : 2025-03-23The Devil's Nurse His New Doll
Cassian’s POV I sat in the car, impatience simmering beneath my skin as I waited for her. My thoughts drifted back to the earlier chaos with Valerie. Reina had barely walked out before Valerie barged into my study, her voice sharp with accusation. I hated it. I had been expecting her outburst, but that didn’t make it any less infuriating. She confronted me as if she still had a place here—still had the right to question me. I despised people who thought they could challenge me and still walk away unscathed. I tolerated it in the past from her, but not anymore. Only Reina had the right to talk to me that way. She could curse me, abuse me, push me to the edge, and I’d still find it so damn mesmerizing. Valerie? She was nothing now. Not after I found out how easily she spread her legs for other men the moment I became crippled. The mere sight of her disgusted me. Reina was right—I don’t share my possessions. Valerie ceased being mine the second she let someone else t
Last Updated : 2025-03-24The Devil's Nurse His Distraction
Reina’s POVIf I had thought the ride here had been hell, I was so damn wrong. The moment I stepped out of the car, the cool evening air prickled against my skin, a brutal reminder of how utterly exposed I am. My hands immediately clutched at the torn fabric of my dress, trying—futilely—to make it cover more than it could. My chest rose and fell in ragged breaths as memories clawed their way to the surface. The stares. The whispers. The reason I had started hiding beneath baggy clothes all those years ago. ‘Your body invites bad luck,’ my stepmother had sneered, her voice filled with venomous certainty. Bad luck. That’s what she had called it. That’s what she had called the rape. I swallowed the bile rising in my throat. Not now. I couldn’t break down now. "Will you just stand there trying to be modest, or will you wheel me inside?" Cassian’s voice sliced through the air like a blade, dark and mocking. My fingers curled into fists. Bastard.I wanted to slap that s
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Reina’s POVI swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribs. Every instinct screamed at me to push him away, to fight, to claw my way out of this twisted game he was playing. But I wasn’t stupid. Not here. Not in a room full of men who thrived on violence and control. Cassian knew it too. That damn smirk never wavered, his fingers still resting at the edge of my sanity, a silent challenge. My nails dug into the table beneath me, fury boiling in my veins. "You’re enjoying this," I whispered, my voice shaking despite my best efforts. Cassian tilted his head, studying me like I was something to be dissected, something fragile he could break at his leisure. "Maybe," he murmured, his voice low and smooth. "Or maybe I’m teaching you a lesson." A lesson. A sharp, bitter laugh escaped me. "And what exactly am I supposed to be learning, sir?" I spat, forcing steel into my tone. His smirk widened. "Obedience." I nearly choked on the word. My whole body went rigid, my finger
Last Updated : 2025-03-27The Devil's Nurse Her First Mistake
Cassian’s POVShe grabbed my dick. That sweet little thing. Fuck. I’d barely moved—barely twitched—when she did it. Not out of desire, no. She wanted to punish me. Wanted to humiliate me. But the joke was on her. Because I got hard. From just that. From her tiny, defiant hands wrapping around me, thinking she had control. The thought alone made my cock stir again. I should be livid. I was livid. My body had been frozen, paralyzed by whatever little trick she pulled. My own nurse had drugged me. I should’ve been plotting a hundred ways to break her, to remind her why no one, no one, made a fool out of Cassian Morelli. And yet, all I could think about was her goddamn hands. A growl rumbled in my throat as I flexed my fingers—just slightly. The effect of the drug was fading. Slowly. Agonizingly. First, a twitch in my fingertips. Then my wrist. Then, with a slow, deliberate breath, I curled my fingers into a tight fist. Yes.She thought she’d won? That I’d just sit there
Last Updated : 2025-03-27The Devil's Nurse Craving Reina
Cassian’s POVI passed out on the floor of my room after I had exhausted myself in the bathroom. It was almost dinner time when I woke up to the sharp ring of the bedside phone. "Ugh," I groaned, shifting slightly. My muscles ached, my skin was damp with sweat, and worst of all, my cock still throbbed with a dull, persistent ache. I had taken my release, yet it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. I ran a hand through my damp hair, exhaling through my nose as the ringing stopped. Few minutes later, a knock. I didn’t move. I knew exactly who they were sending. I stayed slouched on the floor, keeping the position Reina had left me in. I wanted her to see me just like this. I wanted her to feel guilt, to feel regret. I wanted her to wonder if she had crossed the line. But when the door opened, it wasn’t her. It was a maid. A young, delicate thing with wide eyes and nervous hands. I felt a flicker of irritation. They didn’t send Reina. Disappointment curled i
Last Updated : 2025-03-28The Devil's Nurse The Ones Who Broke Me
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Cassian’s POVDinner was served. But she didn't show up.The long table stretched endlessly before me, golden light dancing on polished silverware, untouched plates, and bowls of food prepared with precision.“Where is she?” I asked, voice sharp enough to pierce glass.One of the maids, Tara, flinched slightly. “She… hasn’t come out since she arrived, sir. She didn’t touch her lunch either.”I pushed back from the table, my chair scraping violently against the floor. “She hasn’t eaten anything?”“No, sir.”My pulse spiked.I didn’t know if it was anger or… something far more dangerous.I wheeled out of the dining hall, each turn of the wheel sharp and fast. The hallway was quiet—too quiet—except for the distant patter of rain against the windows. I hated the sound tonight. It reminded me of the bruises on her skin. The silence in her eyes.Two guards stood outside her room, but when they saw me coming, they bowed their heads and stepped aside without a word. The scent of lavender le
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The Devil's Nurse Ghosts Don't Burn
Cassian’s POVElias?The same incident that made me cut ties with Vasili? I gripped the arm of my chair tighter as a wave of pain gripped my legs, real enough to make me see stars.The incident that changed my life. My first mistake in the game.I barely remembered his name before now. It was a job gone sideways. A child turned into a ghost. I thought he’d died with the fire I lit to erase my failure.But ghosts don’t burn, do they? They wait.The crimson thread pulled tighter across my chest. I felt an invisible hand grip my throat and loosened my tie. I couldn't breathe.“He wears a new face now. The fire you set peeled the old one off,” Vasili added, as he continued working on his art.“Where is he?” I asked, after steadying my breathing.“Closer than you think, brother Cassian. Much closer.”Closer than I think? Who could it be?Is he among my men? The organization? A rival gang?I didn’t wait after that. Because I knew he wasn't going to spill more.As I turned my chair to leave,
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Cassian’s POV The rain started before dawn. Not the kind that sings against windows, soft and rhythmic—but the kind that claws at glass like it’s trying to get in. Like it knows something is about to happen and wants a front-row seat. That message I got during the meeting set the pace for new discoveries. I haven't made much progress in capturing the monster that crippled my world. Until yesterday. I stared at the monitor in front of me, watching the surveillance feed from yesterday's gathering on loop. Marcello hadn’t touched his wine after I left. He didn’t even flinch when he opened the envelope. Just stared at the word like it was a verdict he’d known was coming. ‘Soon.’ He didn’t panic. Didn’t blink. That was what intrigued me. Because if he wasn’t afraid… it meant he had already made peace with something. Or someone. That thought alone had me eager to have blood on my hands. Men like Marcello don’t make peace unless they’re sure they’ve already won. Lucas
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Cassian’s POV“We burn them to the ground,” I growled.“All of them.”I didn’t need to explain further. The answer was loud and clear.The sea of faces blurred behind the smoke curling from the aged cigars and vintage whiskey glasses that decorated the long table. The meeting had shifted from the aggressive tones of invasion plans to hollow camaraderie and clinking glasses. It was all meaningless noise now. Laughter bouncing off walls thick with secrets. They called it tradition—these “family” gatherings. I called it a charade. A necessary one. But a charade, nonetheless.I wheeled my chair forward slowly, the low hum of its motion swallowed by the ambiance. My fingers tapped the polished armrest, steady, composed. No one here could suspect the storm boiling beneath my skin.They thought I was weakened. A cripple held together by steel rods and vengeance. And they were right—except for the weakened part.The night that stole my legs took more than bone and muscle. It ripped out my so
The Devil's Nurse Before She's Shattered
Cassian’s POV “What do you mean she’s gone?!” My voice split the air like a whip, raw and laced with fury. The room went dead silent. Even the low hum of the ventilation seemed to retreat as every man in the room shifted uncomfortably under the weight of my stare. Ethan stood stiff, jaw clenched, eyes locked on the polished marble floor like it could save him. He knew better than to stutter, but I could see the fear prickling just beneath the surface of his usually composed demeanor. “I gave an order! Her face—first thing I see when I wake up. So why am I seeing your faces instead?!” I barked. “We're sorry boss. We tracked them down just like you ordered,” he said carefully. “Got there just after dawn. Everything looked normal outside the trailer, but—” “But what?” I snapped, stepping forward. He exhaled slowly. “The man she was with at the cafe, was inside. Unconscious. Bleeding out on the floor.” “And Reina?” I demanded, my blood already boiling, heat rushing to my ea
The Devil's Nurse His Face, Their Face
Reina's POVI watched the smile on his face widen as he looked down at me.He knelt in front of me again, unmasking—his face now seared into my memory like a brand. And worse… when I looked at him, it wasn't just his face anymore. It blurred with Andrew’s. The same darkness. The same sick hunger.“I can’t be cheated out of life. I must take my own pound of flesh,” he barked with a crazy look in his eyes.I thrashed. Hard. My shoulder twisted painfully, but I didn’t care. I had to move. Had to stop what I knew was coming.He lunged forward—fingers clawing at the waistband of my shorts. The rope around my ankles burned as I kicked out wildly, but he gripped my legs and yanked them down hard, slamming my spine against the cold cement. Pain shot up my back as my breath hitched.My heart slammed so hard I thought it might give out.Stall him.Make him think he’s winning.Play the game.“Wait,” I gasped, forcing my voice to tremble—not just from fear, but desire. I hated myself for it, but
