All Chapters of The Devil's Nurse: Chapter 41 - Chapter 49

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

Reina's POV Curled up in bed, I clutched the sheets like they were the only thing keeping me tied to reality. My mind refused to rest. It played cruel tricks—spinning vivid reels of everything that had happened this past week. Each memory came crashing through like a storm, loud and unrelenting.I wanted to forget. God, I tried. I begged for the thoughts to quiet, for my heart to stop aching. But it was useless. I was trapped—caged in an endless loop of waking nightmares that clawed at me every time I closed my eyes.Then, like a punch to the chest, that moment in the bathroom slammed into me. Mr. Morelli—his voice smooth like poison, his eyes gleaming with that twisted kind of confidence—had the audacity to make that insane proposal.He wanted to own me?As if I were some possession to collect. A prize to cage behind glass.What tore me open wasn’t just the arrogance of it—it was that, for a brief, breathless second, I almost said yes. The thought had thrilled me, ignited something

Reina's POV It was almost midnight when one of the guards summoned me.“Mr. Morelli wants you in his room,” he said simply, before turning away.What exactly did I signed up for?I paused in the hallway, heart tapping a strange rhythm in my chest. Something about the silence behind that door felt loaded. Off. Still, I knocked once before stepping in.He was there, seated in his chair near the window, shirtless, the shadows of the room hugging the sharp lines of his body. The glow from a single lamp painted him in amber and darkness."Close the door,” he said.I did.“Lie on the bed.”My brows pulled together. “What?”He tilted his head, that signature smirk curling his lips. “You want to leave the house for your little assignments, don’t you?”I stayed silent, wariness creeping down my spine.“Or would you rather I lock you in here and keep you where I can see you?”That shut me up. My throat tightened.“Good girl,” he said, his voice dangerously low. “Now… lie down.”I crossed the r

Cassian's POV I watched her closely, still bound to my bed, as my eyes traced the fresh brand etched into her arm—my mark.Ah, poor little Reina. She thought I had agreed because of that offer?That little offer she’d made—half threat, half promise—had been meant to provoke me. She thought she could weaponize her body. Use her curves like a shield and her mouth like a blade. But she underestimated the kind of man I am.She wants to pleasure me every time she comes back?That’s what she’d implied. Like it was a bargaining chip. A leash she could hold around my throat.But I’m not the kind of man who begs.I’m the kind who collects.And now? Now I intend to cash in on that promise—again and again, until she forgets it was ever her idea in the first place.You don’t dangle something like that in front of me and expect mercy. Not when I’ve already tasted what she sounds like when she’s about to come undone. Not when I’ve felt her walls fluttering around my fingers, soaked and aching fo

Reina's POV The first rays of morning sliced through the cracked blinds, golden light pooling on the floor like spilled honey. I blinked against it, my limbs heavy and my mouth dry, body still recovering from the war waged on it hours before.I haven't left my room again after… that. Not once. The pain had bloomed between my thighs with every step, so I gave up walking altogether and simply laid there—staring at the ceiling, aching, thinking.But now it was morning. And the ache was irrelevant.I peeled myself off the bed, stretching my sore limbs, every nerve reminding me of the night I wanted to erase. The sheets slid down my bare skin and for a moment, my breath caught at the way I still smelled like him. I shoved the thought aside, gritting my teeth.It’s time to face reality.I stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Hot water gushed out and steam clouded the mirror almost instantly. I slid in, letting the water burn me clean, as if it could sear away the memory of h