บททั้งหมดของ The Devil's Nurse: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Reina’s POVI should not be here.The thought slams into me the moment I step foot inside Cassian Morelli’s mansion.The sitting room is cold, impersonal. The walls, a pristine white, are lined with art pieces I don’t recognize, their worth probably more than I’ll ever make in my lifetime. The ceiling stretches high, disappearing into shadows cast by the golden chandelier above. The space is beautiful, immaculate… and yet, suffocating.Like a cage.I sit stiffly on the edge of an expensive leather couch, hands clasped in my lap, trying to steady my breath. The silence stretches, thick with something I can’t name. The only sound is the soft tick of a clock somewhere in the room, each second dragging like an eternity.I am not here to admire the wealth, I remind myself. I am here for a job. A mission.I inhale deeply, pressing my shoulders back. The police made it clear—I have no choice. I either infiltrate Cassian Morelli’s life, or I rot in a prison cell for the death of David Lance.

Cassian’s POVShe doesn’t scream. Doesn’t clutch a towel or cloth to her chest in a desperate attempt at modesty. No, Reina Vale just stood there—drenched, exposed, her skin flushed from the heat of the bath. A goddess carved from defiance and misplaced courage. And fuck, she is a sight. I take my time, letting my gaze drag over her, unhurried and unapologetic. She’s a vision—bare, vulnerable, yet still brimming with defiance. The way the water trails down her body, clinging to her in a way that makes my fingers twitch with the urge to follow. The way her breathing quickens but doesn’t break, her pulse fluttering at the base of her throat like she’s fighting against her own instincts. Fear. Desire. Both tangled together in a way that makes my blood hum. She should be terrified. I killed a man right in front of her, and yet here she stands, staring at me like I’m the real danger. Smart girl. I let the silence stretch, drinking her in. Her fingers twitch near her th

Cassian’s POV Lorenzo grinned, his sharp teeth flashing like a wolf scenting blood. "Let’s begin," he said, rolling his sleeves up. I kept my gaze fixed on Reina, drinking in the horror flickering across her face. How I would love to see the color drain from her cheeks when I finally lost the last round. "Poker," I announced, pulling open the drawer and retrieving a deck of cards. "A simple game of skill and luck of course." Lorenzo chuckled as he took his seat across from me. "I like the stakes," he mused, flicking his gaze toward Reina. "High reward, indeed." Reina sucked in a breath, her jaw tightening, her hands trembling slightly as they curled into fists. I felt it—the barely restrained fury rolling off her in waves. Good. I wanted her angry. I wanted her to feel it in her bones—the powerlessness, the helplessness, the way her fate balanced on the edge of my fingertips. I shuffled the deck with deliberate precision, letting the cards whisper against one another.

Reina’s POVThe moment I stepped into my room, exhaustion hit me like a ton of bricks. It wasn’t even lunchtime, and I already wanted to curl up under the covers and sleep the rest of the day away. Maybe finish that book I’d been reading all week. Anything to forget, even for a little while, the nightmare I was living. My wrist still aches and I debated attending to it. But first, I had to make a call. I pulled out the secret phone the police had given me and dialed the number immediately. The line barely rang before the officer picked up. "Do you have anything for us?" His tone was sharp, straight to business. I took a steady breath. "I’ve changed my mind," I whispered, gripping the phone tightly. "I want out. I’ll go to court, get a lawyer—anything but this!" Silence. Then a slow exhale from the other end. "Do we look like a joke to you?" the officer finally said, voice cold. "It might interest you to know that you're no longer just a murder suspect, but the murderer."

Reina’s POVIf I had thought the ride here had been hell, I was so damn wrong. The moment I stepped out of the car, the cool evening air prickled against my skin, a brutal reminder of how utterly exposed I am. My hands immediately clutched at the torn fabric of my dress, trying—futilely—to make it cover more than it could. My chest rose and fell in ragged breaths as memories clawed their way to the surface. The stares. The whispers. The reason I had started hiding beneath baggy clothes all those years ago. ‘Your body invites bad luck,’ my stepmother had sneered, her voice filled with venomous certainty. Bad luck. That’s what she had called it. That’s what she had called the rape. I swallowed the bile rising in my throat. Not now. I couldn’t break down now. "Will you just stand there trying to be modest, or will you wheel me inside?" Cassian’s voice sliced through the air like a blade, dark and mocking. My fingers curled into fists. Bastard.I wanted to slap that s