Todos os capítulos de The Devil's Nurse: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Reina’s POV“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”I shot upright in bed like I’d just been tased.Sunlight was pouring through the curtains like it owned the place. My heart lurched. What time is it? What the hell—“Oh my God,” I breathed. “I slept off.”Cassian Morelli is going to fucking kill me.In one blur of panic and tangled limbs, I scrambled out of bed, bolted to the bathroom, and brushed my teeth like my soul depended on it. Cold water, a slap to both cheeks, a quick pat down of my face with a towel, a simple gown—and I was out in record time.My feet barely touched the floor as I sprinted out of my room and over to his. One knock. No answer.I pushed the door open. “Mr. Morelli, I’m so sorry—”Empty.I blinked.The room looked exactly how it always did—obsessively neat, coldly masculine, and just a little terrifying. But something about it being empty hit weirdly. I stepped inside, closing the door behind me like a trespasser in my own twisted life.I’d been in here dozens of times… but I’d

Reina’s POVThe moment the door clicked shut behind me, the cold hit.Not physical cold—but something deeper. Like I’d been standing too close to a bonfire and now, away from it, I felt the ache of heat lost. I didn’t cry. Not then. I couldn’t. My heart was still too stunned, like it had hit pavement after a fall it didn’t see coming.I walked the corridor slowly, each step echoing off the marble. Every part of this mansion looked the same—ornate, curated, cold. The kind of place where silence was louder than any scream. But I wasn’t thinking about décor.I was thinking about the way his voice cracked when he said get out. He sounded broken. Too broken.The guilt in his eyes before it vanished.The blood on his knuckles.And the thunder behind his ribcage that didn’t calm even after I gave myself to him.This wasn’t about me. I knew that. I knew that. But the sting still bloomed in my chest like a bruise under the skin.I wanted to help him. To heal him beyond his legs. To take the pa

Reina’s POV“Are you okay?” Roman asked softly, tugging at my elbow. I realized I’d just been… standing there, staring into space.“I’m fine,” I lied.He raised a brow.I forced a weak smile. “Well, I’m as fine as someone in a blood-stained dress can be without looking like a low-budget horror movie victim.”Roman snorted. “Reina, please. You look like you just crawled out of a cult initiation and murdered your way to the buffet table. People are gonna think you eat humans if you step outside like that.”I actually laughed—real, sudden, sharp. It caught me off guard. Him too.But then it faded. I stopped smiling. I looked down at my hands. Then back up at him.“You’re leaving, right?” My voice barely made it out.He blinked. “I mean, yeah. I just got a call. Why?”“Can you give me a ride?” I asked. “Just… drop me somewhere.”Roman shrugged easily. “Sure. But not with you looking like you just crawled out of a slaughterhouse. You need to change first before someone calls animal control

REINA’S POV“You can’t hand it over?” I repeated, the room tilting just slightly around me. “What the hell do you mean you can’t hand it over? It’s mine. My father—”“Reina, stop.” His voice was calm, but laced with something heavy. Exhausted. “You’re getting it wrong. I’m not cheating you out of your father’s company. God, I’d never—” He scrubbed a hand over his face and sat down heavily behind his desk. “The truth is... I haven’t been paying attention. I let things slip. Too many things.”My stomach knotted. “What are you saying?”“I’m saying that since your father’s death, I’ve been trying to keep things afloat while managing my own business, but I made mistakes. Big ones.” He leaned forward, voice low. “Records aren’t adding up. Whole quarters of account sheets missing, staff embezzling, invoices forged. The logistics wing lost two major clients last month. I had no idea until it was too late.”My mouth fell open.“The meeting you walked in on earlier?” He nodded toward the shut

REINA’S POV“Miss, can you stop running now?”I stopped.Mid-breath. Mid-panic. Mid-heart attack.That voice. That voice.It wasn’t the monster in the shadows. It wasn’t Roman, or the barista, or even the ghost of my guilt.It was—Leon.The so-called bodyguard Cassian had assigned to protect me. Emphasis on the so-called, because where the hell had he been the last five minutes while I was nearly murdered in a sunlit alley?The sunlight finally cooperated, and I could see him clearly now as he came into focus—clean-cut, calm as ever, jaw sharp enough to crack bricks. The glint of his gun under his blazer and the taut lines of muscle under his black shirt said he hadn’t just wandered into this moment.I blinked. Then blinked again.My body deflated.“Oh my God,” I gasped, clutching my chest as my knees nearly buckled. “Leon! You scared the hell out of me! What are you even doing here? Were you following me again?!”He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, his eyes scanned over my should