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Inheritance
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Dernière mise à jour : 2025-04-01The Devil's Nurse A Way Out
Reina's POV The door clicked shut. I barely had the strength to turn the lock before my knees buckled. I slid down against the door, my breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps as the weight of everything crashed into me. My skin still burned where Andrew had touched me. The memory of his voice coursed through my mind, vile and sickening. ‘I've seen all of you, remember?’He has seen all of me. And that confirmation made me so sick to my stomach.Bile shot up my throat. I staggered to my feet, my legs unsteady, and made for the bathroom. I yanked the faucet handle, watching as scalding water rushed into the tub. Steam curled into the air, but it wasn’t hot enough—nothing would ever be hot enough to burn away the filth. I stripped off my dress, barely registering the fabric pooling at my feet, and stepped under the water. The heat bit into my skin, but I welcomed the pain, scrubbing my arms, my shoulders, my legs—scrubbing until my skin turned raw. But no matter how hard I scrub
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-04-02The Devil's Nurse Mine to Destroy
Cassian's POVI had let her go. It wasn’t something I wanted to do. But Reina had agreed to my conditions too easily. No fight. No hesitation. No resistance. It left a bitter taste in my mouth, an unfamiliar sense of disappointment curling in my gut. Still, I’d let her walk out that door.uWhile she was gone, business awaited. Lorenzo arrived precisely on time, stepping into my study with that same calculated grin, his sharp eyes dancing around the room. Looking. Searching. For her. My possession. Reina. I knew it the moment his lips curled into that infuriating smirk. The same smirk he wore every time he wanted to test my patience. “She’s not here,” I said coldly, leaning back in my chair. Lorenzo’s grin widened. “Pity.” He strolled forward, hands in his pockets. “I was hoping we could play another game. You know, like old times.” I didn’t need to ask the price. I already knew what he wanted. A silent, unspoken bet. The stakes were high, but the outcome had al
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-04-02The Devil's Nurse The Beginning
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Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-18The Devil's Nurse A Predator
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Dernière mise à jour : 2025-03-18The Devil's Nurse A Lamb Dressed as a Healer
Cassian’s POV She doesn’t flinch. Not at the gunshot. Not at the body crumpling to the floor. Not even when the blood splatters against her pale skin, staining her like a mark of initiation. Interesting. I lean back, studying her. The woman sent to fix me. From the moment her name crossed my desk, I was hooked. Reina Vale. I wasn’t supposed to notice her. She was just another applicant, another name on a list of so-called professionals meant to oversee my recovery. But something about her stopped me. Held me. And I don’t ignore my instincts. It didn’t take long for my men to dig into her past—every alias, every address, every secret she thought was buried. It didn’t take long for me to discover the truth. She was sent here to spy on me. A lamb dressed as a healer, walking willingly into the wolf’s den. How fucking adorable. Did she think I wouldn’t know? That I wouldn’t recognize a setup when I saw one? That I haven’t seen her kind before—liars who pretend to
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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
