บททั้งหมดของ The Devil's Nurse: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

REINA’S POVWell, I can find my way back without an entourage.Inside the mall, it was easy to pretend nothing was weird.The air smelled like pretzels and overpriced perfume. Kids screamed. Couples argued. Influencers posed by the fountain like they were being paid to exist.I slipped on my hoodie, and strutted into the first store that screamed bad financial decisions—a sleek designer boutique lined with sharp angles and glossier employees.Immediately, a sales associate beelined toward me, her eyes scanning my casual outfit with a smile so fake I could hear it creaking.“Hi there! Can I help you—”“I’m just browsing,” I said sweetly, already brushing past her toward the handbags.Nothing screamed healing from trauma like sniffing real leather.I turned the corner and stepped into a perfume boutique.Not just any boutique—the kind that dimmed the lights on purpose, like scent was sacred and silence was mandatory. Rows of crystal bottles lined the glass counters like tiny weapons of

One minute, Reina was standing in the fading sunlight, juggling shopping bags and the aftershock of an emotional conversation. The street bustled around her—honking cars, chatter, laughter—but everything stopped when the air changed.A shadow fell.A hand slammed over her mouth.A sharp sting pierced her neck—thin, precise, like a syringe.The bags hit the ground.Her phone followed a second later, the screen still glowing.And then—she was gone.Chaos erupted a few minutes later.“WHERE IS SHE?!” Ethan roared, already pushing through the crowd, eyes wild. “She was right here! RIGHT FUCKING HERE!” His boots crushed a plastic cup underfoot as he stormed out from his hidden vantage, shoving people aside with no regard.She had been right there. Between the curb and the store sign. And now—“WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?” he roared again, spinning to the three other men now swarming the corner. They scanned the street, the alleyways, every passing car.“How could she have disappeared?”The men

CASSIAN’S POVThe moment the car pulled away from the lot, I wheeled toward the window, every bone in my body taut, every breath clawing against the chaos rising inside me.I watched the vehicle move further and further away until it blurred into the traffic and the haze of the city beyond. My fingers flexed against the armrest of the wheelchair, the leather creaking under my grip. A cold dread settled in my chest—tight, sharp, and insistent.I shouldn’t have let her go.This was a mistake.A fucking stupid one.We should have come up with a better plan. Something more secure. Something less reckless than using my nurse as bait.Wait—nurse. That’s all she is. Just my goddamn nurse. A property I own. A tool I wield. A pawn I placed on the board.I shouldn’t be concerned. This isn’t concern. This isn’t panic or fear or—Then why the fuck can’t I breathe?I leaned forward slightly, my hand bracing against the windowsill. My knuckles turned white. The air in the room felt thick. Unforgivi

CASSIAN’S POVMy grip on the phone tightened, knuckles cracking. My breath slowed. A coldness prickled down my spine as the hairs on my neck stood.I knew that silence.Then—A low chuckle slithered through the receiver. Slow. Rotten. Mocking.Tsskk.“I thought you were smarter, Cassian,” the voice drawled, dark and amused. “But taking your nurse… it was easy. Pathetically easy.”My teeth clenched so hard I tasted blood. I didn’t speak. I didn’t breathe. I couldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how deep that voice sank into my bones—how badly I wanted to crush the device in my hand and tear through time to reach him.Elias.The boy with blood-soaked hands and a rotting heart.The rat who wore my daughter’s death like a badge.And now he dared to put his filthy hands on Reina?I swallowed the roar building in my chest. Forced my voice to stay calm—icy and sharp enough to kill.“So after all these years, I finally get to hear the coward’s voice,” I said, venom sliding off every s

CASSIAN’S POV“It’s me,” I said, my voice low, already hating that I’d called. But the question burned hotter than my pride — a quiet itch under the skin I couldn’t ignore. I had to know.I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth the second I heard that voice slither through the speaker.“Well, brother Cassian,” Vasili drawled from the other end of the line, that same theatrical boredom in his voice he always used when he knew he had the upper hand. “I thought you said you were never calling again.”My fingers dug into the edge of the desk, rage tightening every muscle in my body. I wanted to throw the phone away. Wanted to let the fury burn through the line and choke him where he sat. But instead, I forced the words out—growled them past the pressure in my throat.“I need to know something. Something important.”A long pause. Then the faint rustling of fabric. Probably lounging somewhere, enjoying a drink, detached from the fire he lit and walked away from.“And what could an old man lik