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The Devil's Nurse Cassian’s Trap
Cassian’s POVThe courtyard was still, save for the faint clinking of the wheelchair as Ethan pushed me toward the waiting car. Sunlight glanced off the black polish of the vehicle, sharp and unforgiving. I hated being wheeled out like some crippled relic, but appearances no longer mattered—not when power still bent to my name. And it did. Still.I have delegated another task to Jerome. There’s one more person we need to keep tabs on. A very unstable and reckless person who loves playing god.“Careful,” I muttered as Ethan guided me in.“Yes, boss.”The engine purred to life, a sleek beast beneath the hood. The convoy moved through the city streets like silent warriors—unmarked cars, tinted windows. By the time we pulled up to the manor, I was already in the right state of mind: focused, dangerous, and done with games.The meeting hall was dimly lit, carved out of old stone and filled with the scent of oak, dust, and ambition. I have never been early to one of these. But this time a
The Devil's Nurse Uncle Pete
Reina’s POV“Rainbow?”My knees nearly gave out.The person that calls me that name doesn’t belong in this world anymore. Not in mine. Not after all the years, the pain, the silence. But there it was—soft, nostalgic, raw with disbelief—and somehow more real than the pounding in my chest.I turned around.But it wasn’t him. How could it be? Except his ghost came to haunt me.Instead, someone else stood in his place. Taller than I remembered, older, with salt in his once-raven hair and lines etched into his skin like time had been carving him with worry. But those eyes—those warm, steady eyes—hadn’t changed at all.“Uncle Pete?”He didn’t say anything for a beat. He just looked at me, drinking me in like I was a miracle, or a memory resurrected.Then he stepped forward and wrapped me in the kind of hug I hadn’t felt since I was a child. The kind that says I’ve missed you. I’ve searched for you. I never stopped loving you.“I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he whispered, voice hoars
The Devil's Nurse Rainbow
Reina’s POVSomething in me snapped.I rose slowly, lifting her gently to her feet, shielding her with my body.The man beside the truck narrowed his eyes at me, but didn’t make a move.He knew who I had just come from. And maybe Don Marcello was being truthful when he said none of his men will lay their hands on me again.But rage like mine didn’t care about pecking orders. Didn’t care about threats.I turned back toward the mansion and stood still, hands clenched, body trembling.These people weren’t just evil. They were erasing lives. One girl at a time. One mother at a time.And I had just held a newborn that would grow into another disposable body in their system. If I didn’t stop it, how could I sleep well at night?I just played a part in this girl’s delivery and I’m not sitting back quietly like a good useless nurse.Because this wasn’t just a mansion.This was a slaughterhouse.And I am done pretending to be a silent witness.I am going to become their destruction.A thought
The Devil's Nurse The Farm
Reina’s POVMy hands trembled slightly as I dabbed antiseptic against the swollen scar tissue. “With all due respect… I’d like to know where we’re going. I have another call to attend. I need to make arrangements.”He chuckled, low and deliberate. “Always so obedient with the ‘sirs’ and ‘pleases,’ aren’t you?” His eyes gleamed. “We’re going to a gathering. An organizational meeting. A reunion of old heads and new devils.”My stomach dropped. “What kind of organization?”He turned his head, just slightly. “One that is run by a proud, arrogant crippled fool. Someone you somehow remind me of. The kind of man who’d smile while you stabbed him and still offer you wine after.” He hissed as I pressed too hard.“You did that on purpose,” he growled.I didn’t flinch. “It’s infected. If you want to keep the arm, you’ll tolerate the sting.”He chuckled again but didn’t stop me. “You remind me of that bastard. Always thinking they’re in control. You know what I should do?” His voice dropped to a
The Devil's Nurse A Nurse in Hell
Reina’s POV“Get me some towels. Something clean. Hot water if you can. And scissors. Now!” I barked, my voice slicing through the panic like a scalpel.The girl kneeling in front of the young mother scrambled to her feet, her eyes wide, and darted to the cramped corner of the room. She opened a rusted tin cabinet, snatching whatever she could—a cracked plastic basin, half a roll of tissue, a thin towel with frayed edges. She moved fast, her bare feet slapping against the cold floor, heart hammering in sync with mine.I turned back to the girl in labor.“Hey,” I whispered, brushing soaked hair from her forehead. “Look at me. Just breathe. I’m a nurse, okay? You’re not alone.”Tears pooled in her eyes, and her head rolled back as another contraction ripped through her. Her scream was muffled by the gag. I yanked it out with shaking hands and tossed it aside.“No more of that,” I said, firm but gentle. “You’re going to need to scream if you want. Let it out.”The other girl turned to m
The Devil's Nurse A Fucking Hell Hole
Cassian’s POV“Bring her back?” I asked, mock-puzzled. “No.”Ethan raised a brow.“She will come back when she’s done having fun.” I leaned my head back, eyes slipping shut for a second, listening to the birds singing just beyond the courtyard.Freedom tastes sweetest when it’s temporary.Let her think she’s safe. Let her believe that man can protect her. Let her breathe.Because soon… I’ll be there to steal the air from her lungs.And this time, she won’t run.Not because she can’t.But because she won’t want to.She belongs to me.And soon enough, she’ll remember why.****I remained outside the courtyard, a soft breeze teasing the edge of the tablecloth as I picked through a light breakfast. A silver fork clinked gently against the porcelain plate as I sliced through the soft center of a poached egg. It was rare, these moments of calm. The sun was still low, casting long golden fingers across the stone floor, and for once, I wanted to enjoy it. No blood. No noise. Just quiet.That
The Devil's Nurse The Taste of Freedom
Reina’s POVThe Next MorningThe soft glow of dawn filtered through the thin curtains, painting the room in pale gold. I blinked awake to the quiet hum of the city stirring outside and the faint aroma of something familiar — coffee and something sizzling.Roman was already up.I sat up slowly, muscles stiff but mind surprisingly calm. The nightmare storm in my chest had settled, replaced by a cautious hope.Pulling the blanket tighter around me, I padded quietly to the living room, where I found him in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, a worn apron tied around his waist. He stood at the stove, flipping eggs with a practiced ease, the morning light catching the sharp angles of his face and turning his dark hair into a halo.It was ridiculous how much my heart melted watching him there — so domestic, so real, so utterly different from the cold, hard cop I’d seen in that interrogation room yesterday.He caught my gaze and offered a lopsided smile, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking.
The Devil's Nurse Stolen Night
Reina’s POVFor a moment, I forgot how to breathe.Not because of the words.But the way he said it.Low. Calm. Like a vow sealed in steel.You’re moving in with me… Mrs. Wolfe.My heart hit the brakes, did a spin, then slammed right back into my ribs. Roman's hand was still wrapped around mine—warm, steady—and the butterflies in my stomach went wild like they were trying to punch through my skin.God.How does he do that?But before I let myself melt into the fantasy—the warmth of him, the ease, the laugh lines around his eyes—I remembered.Mr. Morelli.His threats. His punishments. His promises.And worse… Joshua.Still missing. Still a pawn. And I knew damn well whose filthy fingers were holding the strings. What if he hurts him because I didn’t come back?Roman might be a cop. A good one.But Mr Morelli was the devil in Armani. With reach longer than the law and cruelty sharp enough to slice through anyone’s badge.Would he be bold enough to come after a police officer?I chewed o
The Devil's Nurse Predator
Reina’s POVHe deserves so much more.They say silence is deafening.But in that moment—inside that sterile, echoing police station—it wasn’t the silence that got me.It was the sound of my own heartbeat, raging like a war drum in my ears as Andrew locked eyes with me.Because I knew that word.I knew that look on her face.And most of all—I knew that pain.The girl’s voice still echoed through the walls, but it was the words that branded themselves into the bones of the room."Because he raped me."Roman didn’t speak. Didn’t blink. He just stood there, motionless, letting her words settle like ash after an explosion. His posture didn’t change—but something in his eyes did. I knew that look. The quiet kind of rage.The kind that didn’t scream—it hunted.Outside the room, I felt my fingernails dig into my skin. My lungs barely worked. And when I looked at Andrew again, I didn’t see a man anymore.I saw rot. A wound that never healed. A curse that had followed me from adolescence into t
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