Semua Bab The Devil's Nurse: Bab 131 - Bab 140

CASSIAN’s POVEarlier today after Reina ran off like the fucking world was after her, I destroyed the study.Glass. Paper. My self-control.Gone.The crash of the whiskey decanter hitting the far wall should’ve made me feel something. Relief. Catharsis. Clarity.But all it did was echo.I wasn’t even mad at her. Not really.I was angry at myself. Furious. Frustrated. Off balance in a way I hadn’t been in years.Why the hell was I feeling guilty for calling her what she is?She’s supposed to be a diversion. A dumping ground for my excessive tantrums, not the reason I spiral. She should be an object—a pretty, fragile, intoxicating object that keeps my demons at bay long enough for me to smile at the organization.But no. Reina Vale didn’t stay in the neat little box I built for her.She didn’t just distract me—she dragged me into the very place I needed distraction from.Her voice. Her goddamn eyes. That mouth that says things before she can stop herself. She’s loud in a way I can’t sil

CASSIAN’S POVI turned my head slowly, narrowing my eyes at Ethan. "What do you mean?"He crossed his arms. “From what Miss Vale said before… Elias wasn’t after her for fun. He wanted something. Access. A way to get your attention.” His tone darkened. “She said he knew that she’s distracting you from the darkness he built. That hurting her was the best way to hurt you and snap you out.”My jaw tensed. That much was already etched into my marrow.“What if…” Ethan began carefully, eyes steady, “what if we give him exactly what he wants?”Silence bled into the room. My pulse stilled.“You’re saying we use Reina as bait?” I asked, voice low, a growl simmering under the words.Ethan didn’t blink. “Yes.”Every instinct in me rebelled. Every muscle clenched. My heart pushed against my skin. The thought of letting that psychopath get close to her again—of letting his hands within even breathing distance—made my blood boil.But then the fire behind my ribs twisted into something colder. Smarte

Cassian’s POVHer body trembled in my lap, still quaking from the high I’m dragging her through with my fingers. She was panting, warm and flushed, her skin dewy with sweat, her lips parted in a breathless little gasp that should’ve been illegal.I stared at her like a man starved, as my stroke increased. Not just for her body—but for the chaos she stirred in me. A storm wrapped in soft skin and sharper wit.She moaned my name—“Cassian.”And that was it.Her voice—my name—it ruined me.She came again, body writhing against mine, loud and unfiltered.We stayed like that. Sweaty. Gasping. Alive.She turned to me, smiling like she’d won a war.I pulled her back down, kissed her mouth with all the hunger I still had left, wanting to ignite something else—but she pulled away.“I’ve paid my debt, Mr. Morelli,” she whispered, slipping out of my lap. “I do hope you keep your word.”She started to walk.“Reina,” I said.She stopped.“You sleep here tonight.”“I know,” she said softly, without

REINA’S POVI stood there for a beat, tray trembling in my hands like it could sense the storm in my chest.Valerie.She collapsed like a ghost flickering out—and they all just… kept cooking. Like it was normal. Like seeing the ex-fiancée of their boss being carted off like yesterday’s trash was no more alarming than burnt toast.What happened to women supporting women?I turned, ready to drop the tray and flee to my room where the walls didn’t stare at me with judgment.But then—my stomach growled.Loud. Rude. Rebellious.“Traitor,” I muttered under my breath.Against the screaming voice in my head that said leave now, I clutched the tray tighter and stormed out of the kitchen like I hadn’t just witnessed a live horror scene. But just as I stepped past the doorway, I paused.Their voices had dropped to low murmurs now—sharp and bitter.I inched back. Just a few steps. Just enough to hear.“She’s lucky she’s still alive,” one of the women whispered.“After the way she treated everyone

REINA’S POVI knew that look.It wasn’t just brooding. It wasn’t just don’t piss me off before breakfast. It was deeper. That shadow behind his eyes—the one that screamed danger and duty—was back.Cassian Morelli, criminal overlord, professional control freak, and unofficial thief of my sanity… was scared.He didn’t show it often. But I’d learned the signs.The way his grip on the armrest tightened.The way his jaw clenched like he was holding something back—something violent, maybe even protective.“I said, you’re not going,” he muttered, more to himself than to me.Ethan paused halfway across the room, frowning. “Boss?”Cassian exhaled through his nose, his gaze locked on mine, intense and torn. “Cancel it.”Ethan blinked. “Cancel what?”Cassian turned sharply. “The trip. It’s risky, cancel it. I’ll send someone else.”Risky? What? The mall?Ethan’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Sir, it’s a public mall. We’ve already secured the route. The plan is in place. You approved it.”The pla