All Chapters of Nikolai’s Tainted Nun : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Trigger warning ⚠️ Chapter 116 ⟿❂⟾ Sylvia ⟿❂⟾ “Answer me!” I shook my head, not trusting my voice. "Of course you don't. You were too busy playing house with the nuns, weren't you? Pretending to be holy, pretending to serve God, when all along you were nothing but a whore, a thief and a liar." "I don't remember—" "You were sixteen when I found you," he continued, like I hadn't spoken. "Sixteen years old, half-dead in an alley, beaten and broken. No one gave a damn whether you lived or died, certainly not your stupid drunk father who beat you up in the first place. I saved you, Sylvia. I gave your family everything—a home, a purpose, a future. And how do you repay me?" The memories were still fractured, coming in painful flashes that left me more confused than before. I remembered being young, remembered being afraid, but the details remained frustratingly out of reach. "I was sixteen," I whispered, more to myself than to him. "You were already a grown man. How could you exp

Chapter 118 ⟿❂⟾ Nikolai ⟿❂⟾ Coffee. Exercise. Shower. The usual routine that normally grounded me felt hollow today. I woke up Saturday morning with the taste of rage still bitter on my tongue and Agnes’s words circling my head like vultures. Every mundane action was punctuated by flashes of what I’d learned last night. Memory suppressants. Seven years of systematic control. I was toweling off when I heard voices in the main room—Manuel’s low rumble and something higher, more animated. When I walked out, still buttoning my shirt, I found him sitting at the kitchen island with Maeve perched on the stool beside him, talking his ear off about something that involved a lot of hand gestures. Fur sat on his hinges at her feet while she occasionally tossed treats into the dog’s mouth. When I entered, Fur raced up dancing until I gave him my fair share of attention by scratching and tickling it, then the dog resumed his position beside his new favorite person. “…and then t

Chapter 120⟿❂⟾Sylvia⟿❂⟾Three days had passed since Kaine’s brutal ‘reminder’ of my place in his house. Three days of barely being able to move without wincing, of struggling to eat through a split lip that refused to heal properly, of jumping at every sound in the hallway outside my room.The bruises on my ribs had turned a sickly yellow-green, and my left eye was still swollen enough to blur my vision. But I could walk now without doubling over, and that felt like a victory, however small.I’d been confined to my room since that night, meals brought on trays by silent servants who wouldn’t meet my eyes. No visits from Dr. Bans, no forced ‘therapy’ sessions. Just isolation and the endless loop of my own thoughts, trying to piece together fragments of memories that felt more like nightmares than reality.But today, something was different.I could hear voices downstairs—multiple voices, not just Kaine’s usual phone calls. The low rumble of conversation drifted up through the floor

Chapter 122⟿❂⟾Nikolai⟿❂⟾Viktor arrived two hours after my text, carrying a duffel bag that clinked when he set it down.“You sure about this?” he asked without preamble, settling into the chair Chen had vacated. “Going after Kaine on his own territory is suicide. Even for you.”I poured him a drink—vodka, neat, the way he preferred it. “Since when do you care about my life expectancy?”“Since your death would leave me unemployed.” He took the glass but didn’t drink. “Talk to me, Nik. What’s the real play here?”I shrugged as casually as I could while my eyes made a dash for the window. The sun was setting, and for some reason, the sky color was all amber and blood. Fitting, considering what I was planning.“The real play is that Julian Kaine has something that belongs to me.”“The nun?”“Her name is Sylvia.” The correction came out before I could give it a second thought. Viktor raised an eyebrow but said nothing. “And she’s not really a nun. Never was, apparently.”“So? She lied

Chapter 124 ⟿❂⟾ Nikolai ⟿❂⟾ Watching Sylvia cry had always been my weakness. Even now, standing in this sterile hellhole that Kaine called a home, watching tears stream down her face while she wore nothing but a towel and fresh bruises, I felt that familiar twist in my chest that made me want to burn the world down. But this time was different. This time, I was the one making her cry. And fuck me, but it felt good. “This isn’t a hallucination,” I repeated, letting my hands frame her face so she couldn’t look away. “I’m not a product of your guilty conscience or your medication. I’m real. I’m here.” The exact moment she realized I wasn’t lying was beautiful. Her eyes went wide, pupils dilating in shock, and all the color drained from her face like someone had pulled a plug. She tried to step back, but the wall was already against her spine. Nowhere to run this time, sweetheart. “How—” she started, then stopped, her breathing turning shallow and rapid. “How did I find you?” I