All Chapters of NOT A SAINT (ENGLISH Steamy): Chapter 91 - Chapter 95

-CELESTINE-IT HAS been almost a week since they locked me in this place.Seven days inside the same suffocating room. Seven days of staring at the same pale walls until the color started to feel like it was crawling under my skin. My mind kept circling the same question over and over.How do I get out?I need to find a way.If I stayed here any longer, I might actually lose my sanity for real.“Your food is here,” the nurse said flatly, dropping the tray on the floor as if she were feeding a stray dog instead of a patient.The metal tray scraped against the tiles.My jaw tightened. That's enough. If I wanted to get out of here again, I had to make a move.I slowly approached her, dragging my feet like someone whose mind had already snapped.Then suddenly, I lunged.“Let go of me, you crazy bitch!” she shrieked.My body slammed against hers, forcing her down onto the floor. My forear

-KARINA TUMABAGA'S Point Of View-IN THE end of that argument, I still won.He came with me to my first check-up.A small, satisfied smile curved on my lips when I saw him standing stiffly beside me in the clinic, tall and unmistakably irritated, as if every second there scraped against his pride.“You could sit, you know,” I told him lightly. “You look like an idiot just standing there.”He didn’t move like a stone. He remained standing the entire time, arms crossed, jaw tight, his expression sour enough to curdle milk.The doctor finished the examination and handed me a prescription for vitamins.I slid the paper across the table toward him with two fingers.“Why?” he asked flatly. “What am I supposed to do with that?”“Buy it,” I said simply.A long, heavy sigh escaped him. The kind said that he already knew he had no choice.

-KARINA-“Just let me go!” I snapped, my voice cracking through the empty space. “Untie me and let me out of here!”The ropes bit deeper into my skin as I struggled.I didn’t understand any of this.Why me?I wasn’t rich. There was nothing to ransom.So, why take me?“Doesn’t it bother you?” the former nurse asked quietly. “If it’s true that Mister Bellevera has killed someone, what will you do?"“I don’t care about his past!” I shot back, glaring at them. My chest rose and fell sharply. “I know Zeke.”I knew him.Not just the surface.Not just the nights we spent tangled in sheets.I knew the smallest, most intimate details about him, the things no one else would ever notice.How could they expect me to believe this?“But what if the person he killed…” she continued slowly, watching me closely, “was someone connected to you?”My breath hitched.“What if it involves you?” she pressed. “Can you still accept him then?”Silence came into me.Cold.It crept under my skin without warning.