Semua Bab The Devil's Nurse: Bab 21 - Bab 30

ReinaLet's get married, Mr Morelli.The morning light filtered through the thin curtains, washing the room in soft gold. For once, I wasn’t tangled in the sheets, drowning in the nightmares that haunted me. It was strange. Almost unsettling. Someone had moved me to the bed. I blinked at the ceiling, my body unusually relaxed despite the storm always brewing inside me. Had I imagined it? Had I been too exhausted to remember crawling back under the covers myself? The thought sent a shiver through me. I didn’t have time to dwell on it. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, vibrating angrily against the wood. I didn’t need to look to know who it was. Steeling myself, I answered. “You finally decided to pick my call.” My stepmother’s voice was all sharp edges and feigned sweetness. “The clock is ticking, Reina. We need to finalize the date for the wedding. You’ve been dragging your feet long enough.” Long enough? It's been barely 24 hours since the will was read.My stomach cu

Reina's POV Asshole.I refused to let the heat creep up my neck. He was baiting me, playing with me like a cat toying with its prey. And I would not fall into his little game.I turned toward the door. "Get some rest. I’d hate for you to overexert yourself."His chuckle was low, almost taunting. "Worried about me, cara mia?""Worried?" I shot him a saccharine smile over my shoulder. "No. Just making sure you don’t drop dead before I can make my grand escape."His smirk faltered for the briefest moment, something dark flickering in his eyes. But it was gone as quickly as it came."Escape?" he echoed, tilting his head. "That’s a funny way of describing fate."I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. "You’re exhausting.""And you’re mine," he said, his voice dropping an octave.I turned fully then, glaring at him. “I don't care about what you've said so far, Mr Morelli, you don’t own me."His smirk deepened, as if he found my defiance amusing. "You signed the contract, dolcezza.""A contract

Cassian’s POVFinally!As soon as Valeria shut the door, I adjusted myself on the chair and motioned for them to come in.My dick still protested, needing more than it got. But what can a crippled man do? I pushed the ache aside and stared at the figure Lucas brought in.“Take it off,” I said coolly, motioning to the hood with a flick of my fingers.Lucas peeled it off, revealing a man in his late fifties, his shirt damp with sweat, spectacles askew, gray hairs clinging to his flushed face. He looked every bit the well-fed, overpaid lawyer—but now, stripped of his comfort, seated in my dark study, he looked like a lamb seconds before the slaughter.The man’s eyes darted around in panic. “Wh-what is this? Who are you people—? I swear, if this is some sort of intimidation tactic, I’ll call the—”“Lucas,” I said calmly.Lucas took a step forward and pulled out a Walther PPK from his belt, laying it quietly on the polished desk between us.The lawyer froze.“Let’s not insult each other,”

Reina's POVThe van rolled to a stop after what felt like hours of bone-rattling backroads and jolts. When the doors creaked open, I didn't move at first. I was too stiff. Too uncertain. But then I heard the soft murmur of the farmhands unloading crates and realized this was my only chance.The old woman who’d helped me earlier looked in, eyes scanning quickly until they landed on me. She gave a subtle nod—then turned her back, shielding me as I slipped out and dropped behind a stack of barrels. We were on the outskirts of town—some dusty produce distribution center near the farmlands. No guards. No eyes. No Cassian Morelli.My knees buckled slightly when I stood. The air was heavy with damp soil and motor oil. I didn’t linger. I didn’t even say thank you.I ran.An hour later, I was sitting in a cramped cyber café tucked between a pawn shop and a rundown tailor’s. The kind of place that smelled like burning wires and stale coffee. A flickering sign outside read “Surge Express – Pr

Cassian's POVAs soon as I sent those commands, Lucas didn’t even nod. He just ran.I rolled back from the table, the wheels of my chair squeaking softly as I turned toward the exit, fury pumping through my veins like molten steel.If they laid one finger on her—if they touched even a strand of her hair—I would make that stepmother watch as I peeled the skin off her son’s face. I would burn everything they owned, salt their land, and mail their ashes back to their ancestors.The courtyard erupted into motion. Engines roared, tires screeched, guns were loaded with a kind of feverish desperation that clung to the air like smoke. I moved with purpose, cane pounding the stones like war drums. My men scrambled like roaches in a flood.I was going to tear that woman’s family apart, brick by fucking brick.If they touched Reina—if they even breathed near her—I’d make their bones ornaments for my garden.If she was hurt—If they broke her—I would shatter the fucking world until I put her ba