Lahat ng Kabanata ng Nikolai’s Tainted Nun : Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

Chapter 156⟿❂⟾Sylvia⟿❂⟾The bedroom door slammed open with a force that rattled the windows.Nikolai stood in the doorway, and my heart stopped. Blood covered his hands, streaked across his cheekbone, splattered on his white shirt. His eyes were wild, unfocused—the look of a man who’d just crossed a line he couldn’t uncross. The gun in his right hand hung loose at his side, forgotten.“Nikolai!” I scrambled out of bed, sheets tangling around my legs. “What happened? Are you hurt?”He stared at me like he was seeing a ghost. “Is someone coming?” My voice climbed higher. “Are we in danger? Talk to me!”“He’s dead.” The words came out flat, emotionless. “My father is dead.”I froze. “What do you mean your father is—”“I just killed him.” Nikolai’s voice cracked on the confession. “I put five bullets in Matteo Gianni and watched him bleed out in my study chair.”“Your father? You…”“Was. He was my father.” He finally looked at me, really looked, and I saw the devastation written acros

Chapter 158 ⟿❂⟾ Sylvia ⟿❂⟾ Sicily. I’d heard stories about this place from Stacy’s cautious mentions and Nikolai’s casual references, but experiencing it firsthand felt entirely different. The private jet’s descent into Catania offered a breathtaking view of Mount Etna’s silhouette against the Mediterranean sky, but my stomach was too knotted with nerves to appreciate the scenery. “Relax,” Nikolai murmured, his hand finding mine as the plane touched down. “It’s just family.” I shot him a look while adjusting Maeve’s seatbelt. Our now eight-year-old was pressed against the window, marveling at the approaching coastline with the fearless curiosity of childhood. “Just family? Stacy spent three hours yesterday telling me horror stories about your Don Russel, and now I’m supposed to just relax?” Oliver looked up from his book, grinning. “She’s been spiraling since we left Chicago. I caught her practicing introductions in the bathroom mirror.” “I was not—” I started, then caught

Chapter 160 ⟿❂⟾ Sylvia ⟿❂⟾ “What?” The word came out as a shriek of surprise before I could stop myself. “Oh my God, congratulations!” But even as the words left my mouth, I could see this wasn’t the joyful revelation it should have been. Allesia was shaking her head, fresh tears spilling over. “I’m scared,” she whispered. “I don’t know if this is a bad time. I forgot my shots because I have this project I’m working on—this film that’s been consuming all my time and attention. I’ve been so scattered, so focused on my career…” I guided her to one of the kitchen stools, my hands gentle on her shoulders. “Hey, it’s okay. These things happen.” “But they shouldn’t have,” she said, her voice breaking. “Russel and I, we had a plan. We agreed to wait at least four years before having another baby. Adelio is barely two, and I was already pregnant during our wedding planning, which was stressful enough. We wanted to give ourselves time, to let me establish my career, to give Adelio more

Chapter 162~ Work-life Balance⟿❂⟾Nikolai⟿❂⟾Hey guys! 👋We’re almost at the end! I’ve been thinking about what to write next, and I’ll share updates (plus new edits!) on @author_commy over on I. n.s. t.a.g. r.a.m go follow if you haven’t already.Please recommend this book to your friends, leave an honest review, vote, and follow to help it reach more readers.Now enjoy the ending—I hope these books have filled your leisure time with so much love & smiles.💖(Expect the next chapter in a jiffy)Love you! 😍⟿❂⟾I pulled into the parking lot of my wife’s new office. It had taken two months of construction and more money than I cared to calculate, but seeing the kids from the convent finally settled into a proper home made every penny worth it.Sylvia had been relentless in her vision for this place. What started as a simple relocation away from Albany had evolved into a full-scale NGO operation, complete with educational programs, counseling services, and what she called ‘life ski

EPILOGUE ⟿❂⟾ Sylvia ⟿❂⟾ The pregnancy hormones were going to be the death of me. I sat in the car outside Nikolai’s new warehouse, my hands gripping the steering wheel as another wave of need crashed over me. Fucking ridiculous. We’d had sex this morning before he left for work. And last night. And the night before that. Yet here I was, five months pregnant and practically vibrating with want, because I’d caught a glimpse of him adjusting his shirt this morning and hadn’t been able to think about anything else since. Dr. Martinez had warned me about increased libido during pregnancy, but this was insane. Poor Nikolai was probably wondering what he’d gotten himself into, though he’d never complained. If anything, he seemed to worship my changing body with an intensity that made me feel like a goddess even when I felt like a whale. Through the windows, I could see him talking with his men, Luigi, Manuel, and Viktor clustered around him as he gestured at something on the floo