All Chapters of The Devil's Nurse: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Reina’s POVMy hands trembled slightly as I dabbed antiseptic against the swollen scar tissue. “With all due respect… I’d like to know where we’re going. I have another call to attend. I need to make arrangements.”He chuckled, low and deliberate. “Always so obedient with the ‘sirs’ and ‘pleases,’ aren’t you?” His eyes gleamed. “We’re going to a gathering. An organizational meeting. A reunion of old heads and new devils.”My stomach dropped. “What kind of organization?”He turned his head, just slightly. “One that is run by a proud, arrogant crippled fool. Someone you somehow remind me of. The kind of man who’d smile while you stabbed him and still offer you wine after.” He hissed as I pressed too hard.“You did that on purpose,” he growled.I didn’t flinch. “It’s infected. If you want to keep the arm, you’ll tolerate the sting.”He chuckled again but didn’t stop me. “You remind me of that bastard. Always thinking they’re in control. You know what I should do?” His voice dropped to a

Reina’s POV“Rainbow?”My knees nearly gave out.The person that calls me that name doesn’t belong in this world anymore. Not in mine. Not after all the years, the pain, the silence. But there it was—soft, nostalgic, raw with disbelief—and somehow more real than the pounding in my chest.I turned around.But it wasn’t him. How could it be? Except his ghost came to haunt me.Instead, someone else stood in his place. Taller than I remembered, older, with salt in his once-raven hair and lines etched into his skin like time had been carving him with worry. But those eyes—those warm, steady eyes—hadn’t changed at all.“Uncle Pete?”He didn’t say anything for a beat. He just looked at me, drinking me in like I was a miracle, or a memory resurrected.Then he stepped forward and wrapped me in the kind of hug I hadn’t felt since I was a child. The kind that says I’ve missed you. I’ve searched for you. I never stopped loving you.“I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he whispered, voice hoars

Cassian’s POV I tilted my head slightly and signaled Ethan with two fingers. He was already moving. Ethan always knew when it was time to exit — like a shadow trained in rhythm with my breath. As he approached, I turned my gaze back to the table, to the wolves pretending to wear silk. “Well,” I said, reaching for my glass and downing the last drop of whisky, “it seems I’ll leave you all for now.” They looked up, the tension still uncut. “My home is leaking,” I continued. “Need to fix the roof.” Lorenzo snorted. “Try not to slip and drown in your own arrogance before you patch it.” I smiled, ice-cold and slow. “Oh Lorenzo... if I drown, I’ll take the sea with me. Make sure you’ve got your floaties on.” The room chuckled — some forced, others bitter. Ethan wheeled me back, the steel frame of the chair groaning slightly as we turned. As we passed Marcello, I leaned ever so slightly, just enough for my voice to thread through the air. “Split a woman open, you said,” I m

Ethan stood alone in the underground chamber—no windows, just stone walls and silence thick as smoke. The air carried the faint scent of gun oil and sweat. Red light bathed the room in a low ominous glow, the single bulb above him swaying slightly as if the building itself sensed the shift that was about to occur. He pressed a button on the table and leaned forward. A mechanical groan echoed through the room as hidden doors slid open on either side. One by one, they came in—Morelli’s ghosts. Men cloaked in black, faces hidden behind charcoal masks. None of them spoke. They didn’t have to. When Cassian Morelli summoned them, it was never for anything simple. He spoke. “The boss’s orders came through. We have less than an hour.” No one flinched. No one breathed wrong. “Don Marcello’s farm. It's the heart of his trafficking ring. We got intel. There are girls inside. Women. Some are barely old enough to be called either. We get them out. Burn everything else.” “I’ve already

Cassian’s POVI sat on the edge of the bed, still as death. The kind of stillness that comes with certainty. I already knew what was coming — how it would unfold — like a well-rehearsed play, and I was the only one with the script.Then came the knock.Soft. Timid. Like the air held its breath for her.The door creaked open, and the maid stepped inside, her eyes darting around the room like a rabbit sniffing for wolves.“The nurse is not in the mansion, sir. We checked everywhere,” she whispered, voice thin as thread.I didn’t look at her. Just waved my hand.She disappeared like a ghost chased by fire.I stood slowly, hands sliding into my pockets as a cruel laugh climbed from my chest. A deep, guttural sound that echoed off the walls like a war drum.“Now this,” I muttered, lips stretching into a grin, “is going to be real fun.”The request had been fulfilled. No stutters. No excuses. I did what she asked — how noble of me. And now?Now it’s time for my reward.I knew she’d run. Tha