All Chapters of NOT A SAINT (ENGLISH Steamy): Chapter 81 - Chapter 89

-ANNE SUAREZ-WHILE I kept watch at her bedside, checking her pulse, adjusting her sheets, and timing her medication, Mister Bellevera called me aside. Ezekiel Bellevera, her fiancé.I had just finished helping her drink water when he spoke, his tone clipped and impatient. “Are you going back to the city?”The question caught me off guard, though I quickly masked it. I let my shoulders dip, letting a trace of hesitation color my face. A small performance. A calculated vulnerability. I wanted him to think I had something to lose. It might convince him of the eagerness to take me.All of this, every shift, every sleepless night, was for her.For the former employer of my brother. For the woman whose face once lived only on a torn magazine page.Miss Celestine Alcazar.“No,” he said before I could answer. “Resign from that hospital. From now on, you will be Celestine’s personal nurse. What’s your name again?”For

-ANNE SUAREZ-“ARE YOU alright?”“H-Ha? What was that, Ma’am?”“You were staring at the CCTV, blankly. It’s working, and I know it is. Is there a problem with the CCTV?”I turned to her quickly and wiped my mouth, only then realizing a thin line of drool had slipped past my lips.I had been dreaming with my eyes open.For a second, it felt real. Too real. If only she had let me finish the dream.“Are you sure you’re fine?” she pressed.I shook my head quickly, trying to bury my embarrassment. "A-are you alright too? You’re not crying anymore.”“I’m hungry,” she said, her voice suddenly light. “I want to eat and sleep. Will you not leave me? Can you sleep beside me?”She laughed after that, softly, almost playfully. She’s good at pretending now.Right. The CCTV is working.

KARINA TUMBAGA Point Of View“I AM not insane. I know what I saw, Zeke. She's not insane. She's just... Just pretending she is.”Zeke flicked the cigarette from his fingers and crushed it beneath his heel, grinding it into the gravel until only the filter tip remained. Celestine’s mother had just been buried. The earth over her grave was still loose, the scent of damp soil clinging to the air. Zeke had stayed behind to handle the arrangements. I had left my mother sitting under the funeral tent, just for a while. I needed this conversation.We stepped away from the cluster of mourners, past the headstones, until the murmur of condolences thinned into silence. Beneath the shade of a broad, aging tree, we faced each other. I didn’t waste the chance. When I leaned close earlier and whispered that it was about Celes, he had followed me without hesitation. The moment her name left my lips, urgency had

-ANNE SUAREZ- IT HAS been two days since Ma’am Celestine and I last talked like that. Two days of almost kisses, almost reaching her lips for a sweet kiss, but it never happened. Every time I leaned closer, drawn by something, by heat, by the quiet gravity between us, she would turn her face just enough for my lips to meet air instead of her skin or her lips. She wasn’t angry. That was the worst part. She stepped away. I know she wasn’t over her ex. I know her heart was still locked somewhere in the past, buried under betrayal, blood, and ashes. She wasn’t ready to open it again. I told myself I would never be in love. I just wanted her. Maybe it was hunger. Maybe it was lust. I know the difference, at least I thought I did. Lust burned fast and recklessly. Love rooted itself deeper, slower, harde

CELESTINE ALCAZAR Point Of ViewTHE NURSE finally left. I felt crushing on my chest as I kept listening to the nurse that has no manners.The door shut behind her with a dull click, her footsteps fading down the hallway. I sat there for a moment, staring at the spot where she had stood, my nails digging into my palms.Part of me had wanted to scratch her face so badly or bite her instead and pretend I am crazy, or really, I am madly crazy. Anything to wipe that smug look off her face.But I let it go.I know handling people like me, whom they called “crazy patients,” must have worn their patience thin. Still… did that give them the right to treat us like animals?I waited a few minutes before walking back to the door.Slowly, I twisted the knob. It turned easily. It was unlocked. So, the nurse had meant what she said earlier. She's tired of watching me.Good for me.I lock