All Chapters of NOT A SAINT (ENGLISH Steamy): Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

-ZEKE BELLEVERA-I left Celestine under the care of her nurse for the meantime. I made sure she had no chance of escaping, regardless of only one guard being assigned to watch her.I am heading to the hospital now. It was ten in the morning, and I needed to get there using the rental car I had arranged. I planned to postpone it until tomorrow, but because of my father’s call, I had no choice but to return to the city after finishing my business here in the province.As soon as I parked in the hospital’s parking area, I stepped out of the vehicle.The moment my shoes touched the pavement, my phone rang again.“Yes, Dad?” Here he goes again. He never seems at ease when I haven’t given him an update.“When are you going back to the city?” His voice wanted a good answer.“I’ll book a flight tomorrow morning.”“What? Tomorrow morning?” As expected. I knew he could no longer handle managing the company alone, especially now that full authority rested in my hands.“Dad, relax. I already file

-ZEKE BELLEVERA-I WENT to the nurse’s hotel room to get Celestine back. I left her there earlier to meet privately with the director of the mental hospital. We had only a few hours left together, and I intended to savor every second. Tonight, she would be transferred.The arrangements had gone smoothly. The facility appeared efficient, with orderly hallways, reinforced gates, and security posted at every corner. Still, I decided I would assign an additional female guard of my own. Not because I doubted their system, but because Celestine was mine to protect, and I didn't want others to mingle.Until she signed our marriage contract, the majority of shares will be in my father’s hands. She had no reason, and no right, to walk away from me. We would remain bound to each other until our last breath.“Will I be returning to the city, sir?” the nurse asked quietly.“No,” I replied without hesitation. “Submit your resignation. From now on, you’ll serve as Celestine’s personal nurse. What w

KARINA TUMBAGA Point Of ViewA BREATH of relief slipped past my lips after my mother’s pointed interrogation, like a sharp blade ready to cut me in half. For a moment, I felt as though I were seated beneath a glaring spotlight, where every twitch and hesitation had been laid bare. Escaping her scrutiny was nothing. Somehow, I managed to slip through the snare of her questions.Whether I was truly pregnant, as she had accused me, I don’t know the answer to. Seizing the first excuse available, I left the house under the pretense of visiting Zeke’s secretary. It granted a convenient escape. To cut the conversation that would have been dangerous. My mother has always possessed an uncanny talent for unraveling my lies, which will put me in a dangerous situation if I can’t escape her.When she uttered the word "pregnant," dread coiled tight in my chest. Fabricating a story on the spot became a necessity. Fortunately, Mister All

-KARINA TUMBAGA-“ARE YOU out of your mind?” Zeke made a sharp exhale. Disgust tightened his voice over the phone. “You know what? You should be the one in the mental hospital, Karina. Not Celestine.”Each word landed like a slap.“I’m telling you the truth, Zeke,” I said, my voice trembling despite the effort to steady it. “Celes is not crazy.”Why wouldn’t he listen? Why was it always her he believed? Couldn’t he see the cracks in her stories, the way they never quite lined up? Couldn’t he see that he was the one being fooled?“Do whatever you want with your life,” he cut in coldly. “And don’t bother looking for me in Zambales. I’m not there anymore. You can't find me.”“Zeke! Zeke!”The line ended.For a moment I could only stare at the dark screen, my fingers digging into the edges of my phone. I still had so much to say. But he had already decided, decided he’d heard eno

-ANNE SUAREZ-I DISCOURAGE myself from contacting Delfa, the wife of my late brother.I'm afraid things will get south.Every other month, I sent her money without fail. That's all from my last contact. I already told her I would only reach out again once I have a lead on Kanor’s disappearance. We were not people with influence or titles. We have no friends in high places. If we filed a case, it would gather dust on someone’s desk or be thrown in the nearest trash bin.In short, no one will seriously take us.Whoever took my brother will do it cleanly.No trail. No whispers. No evidence.Not just once, I stood across from the Echavez estate and imagined scaling the gate, slipping through a window, and searching every room myself. But the thought of what I might uncover tightened something in my chest. If I found the truth, would I even make it back out alive?Mister Brent Echavez had been dead for y