All Chapters of The Devil's Nurse: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

REINA’S POVMy breath caught.Mr. Lance.David Lance’s son. The man whose name I never knew—but whose eyes I could never forget. The man who kidnapped me. Who nearly ended me.And now he stood there. Just feet away.I blinked, hoping—praying—I was wrong.But it was him.Same height. Same walk. That same eerie calm that always felt like the hush before a hurricane. He hadn’t seen me yet. But I am sure he would.And when he did—God.My pulse kicked like a trapped animal.Was he the one that did this to the woman?Was this his doing?Another crime?Another mindless revenge scheme on someone else?Another sick twisted performance with blood on the floor and the whole hospital as an audience?“Coming through!”The front doors burst open again as two nurses wheeled in a second gurney.A child this time. A boy—maybe five or six—limp and silent, a bloody gash across his forehead, legs covered in scrapes. I saw the torn Spider-Man socks and my heart twisted painfully.Was it an accident?I

CASSIAN’S POVI woke up with a start, my eyes snapping open to a suffocating stillness.The space beside me was cold. Empty.Her scent was fading from the sheets.I didn’t need to look to know she was gone.And still, I reached—dragged my hand over the place she should’ve been, my fingers curling into the soft fabric that no longer held her warmth. The sting in my chest came sharp and fast—but oddly, it satisfied me. Like ripping off a scab just to feel the throb underneath.Where the fuck did she go?Then I remembered.Leon’s report.Her reinstatement at the hospital.A bitter laugh climbed up my throat, dry and sharp.Of all the ways she could’ve disobeyed me, this—this fucking act of independence, of trying to live a normal life, of pretending like I hadn’t already claimed her in every way that mattered…was the one that made my blood boil the hardest.I should chain her to the goddamn bed.Not metaphorically.Literally.My plan was simple: ruin her. Wreck her until every bone in he

CASSIAN’S POVBoth of us drew our guns and moved with quiet precision. A single nod passed between us…Lucas already knew the drill. He dropped low and looked under the door.The shadow was still there. Still waiting. Still breathing.A beat passed. Then another.I clenched the door knob and gently shifted my weight, staying behind the door, signaling Lucas with a twitch of my fingers.One.Two.Now.I flung the door open with force and stayed behind it as Lucas aimed his gun at the figure directly in front of us. The sound that followed wasn’t a gunshot.It was a scream.High-pitched. Startled. Female.A pile of freshly washed and neatly ironed bedsheets tumbled to the floor, followed by the wide-eyed face of a maid with both hands lifted in surrender.Her mouth trembled. “I—I didn’t mean to—please!”Did she hear?The part where I could walk? About the plan? Was she sent by Jonah?What the hell does she know?I don’t like torturing women. Not my thing. Not really my forte. But I’ve ma

REINA’S POVAn hour had passed since the chaos with the Lance situation. The air still felt thick, like the echoes of his venomous words were stitched into the walls of the hospital. But everything had gone eerily quiet…too quiet.I was seated at the nurse’s station with the others, sipping from a lukewarm cup of weak tea. Gina was rambling about her deadbeat boyfriend again. Apparently, he still hadn’t gotten off his ass to find a job and was now “exploring his music career.” Her words, not mine.“If he asks me for another ‘loan’ to buy mic cables, I swear I’ll choke him with them,” she grumbled.“He lives off your salary?” Nurse Sally gasped.“Like a damn parasite,” Gina muttered, rolling her eyes.“I swear,” said another nurse with a dreamy sigh, “if I had a man built like a Greek god…six foot five, jaw like sin, arms like death…and he told me to bark like a dog, I’d get on all fours and wag my tail proudly.”The group burst into cackles.I smirked faintly but kept my gaze lowered

Reina’s POVThat last part cut through the air like a blade, the weight of it heavier than the threat before it. My brow furrowed, searching his face for the flicker of vulnerability I thought I’d heard.“What do you mean you ‘won’t survive it’?” I asked, my voice quiet but edged. “Is that because you care? Or because you can’t stand the thought of something you own being tainted or stolen by someone else? Will it hurt your pride?”His eyes sharpened instantly, the softness gone. The hand on my waist tightened, almost bruising. “Does it matter?” he asked, his tone flat.“Yes,” I shot back. “It matters to me. One of those things means I’m a person to you. The other means I’m just… property.”“You are mine,” he said simply, like that settled it.I huffed out a bitter laugh. “That’s not an answer, Cassian. That’s a claim.”Instead of saying something to clear my statement, his gaze flicked down my body, slow and deliberate, before snapping back to my face like a whip.“You left the bed t