All Chapters of The Devil's Nurse: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Reina’s POVI swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribs. Every instinct screamed at me to push him away, to fight, to claw my way out of this twisted game he was playing. But I wasn’t stupid. Not here. Not in a room full of men who thrived on violence and control. Cassian knew it too. That damn smirk never wavered, his fingers still resting at the edge of my sanity, a silent challenge. My nails dug into the table beneath me, fury boiling in my veins. "You’re enjoying this," I whispered, my voice shaking despite my best efforts. Cassian tilted his head, studying me like I was something to be dissected, something fragile he could break at his leisure. "Maybe," he murmured, his voice low and smooth. "Or maybe I’m teaching you a lesson." A lesson. A sharp, bitter laugh escaped me. "And what exactly am I supposed to be learning, sir?" I spat, forcing steel into my tone. His smirk widened. "Obedience." I nearly choked on the word. My whole body went rigid, my finger

Cassian’s POVI passed out on the floor of my room after I had exhausted myself in the bathroom. It was almost dinner time when I woke up to the sharp ring of the bedside phone. "Ugh," I groaned, shifting slightly. My muscles ached, my skin was damp with sweat, and worst of all, my cock still throbbed with a dull, persistent ache. I had taken my release, yet it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. I ran a hand through my damp hair, exhaling through my nose as the ringing stopped. Few minutes later, a knock. I didn’t move. I knew exactly who they were sending. I stayed slouched on the floor, keeping the position Reina had left me in. I wanted her to see me just like this. I wanted her to feel guilt, to feel regret. I wanted her to wonder if she had crossed the line. But when the door opened, it wasn’t her. It was a maid. A young, delicate thing with wide eyes and nervous hands. I felt a flicker of irritation. They didn’t send Reina. Disappointment curled i

Reina’s POVThe room felt suffocating, thick with tension as I sat across from the people I hated most in the world. My stepmother, Lucy, sat with an infuriating smirk on her face, her eyes gleaming with mockery. Beside her, Andrew lounged back like he owned the place, one arm draped over the chair, his fingers tapping idly against the wood. I forced my hands to remain still in my lap, refusing to let them see how tightly I wanted to curl them into fists. The lawyer, a stern-looking man with graying hair and sharp eyes, cleared his throat after realizing that my bodyguard won't be leaving.“We will now proceed with the reading of Mr. Vale’s last will and testament.” His voice was even, professional, but I could hear the faintest edge of impatience. Lucy scoffed, leaning back in her seat. “Let’s just get this over with. We all know who the rightful heirs are.” Andrew chuckled slowly, giving me a look that made my stomach churn. I clenched my jaw, choosing silence. There was n

Reina had barely taken two steps when Andrew stood leisurely, his gaze burning into her back. His footsteps were slow, deliberate, a predator stalking its prey. Then, he stopped right in front of her, so close she could smell the faintest trace of expensive cologne beneath the rot of his arrogance. His fingers curled around her chin, tilting her face up toward him. A muscle ticked in his jaw as he studied her, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip in a mockery of tenderness. "You know," he murmured, his voice dangerously smooth, "you seem to be forgetting something very important." Reina clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms. Andrew smirked. "You can’t touch a single cent, a single property, a single damn thing—unless we’re married. And if you’re not planning on becoming Mrs. Andrew Coleman…" He let out a soft, mocking laugh. "Then it’s your loss. Because at the end of the day, I will get everything. With or without you." The audacity of him. The sick,

Cassian's POVI had let her go. It wasn’t something I wanted to do. But Reina had agreed to my conditions too easily. No fight. No hesitation. No resistance. It left a bitter taste in my mouth, an unfamiliar sense of disappointment curling in my gut. Still, I’d let her walk out that door.uWhile she was gone, business awaited. Lorenzo arrived precisely on time, stepping into my study with that same calculated grin, his sharp eyes dancing around the room. Looking. Searching. For her. My possession. Reina. I knew it the moment his lips curled into that infuriating smirk. The same smirk he wore every time he wanted to test my patience. “She’s not here,” I said coldly, leaning back in my chair. Lorenzo’s grin widened. “Pity.” He strolled forward, hands in his pockets. “I was hoping we could play another game. You know, like old times.” I didn’t need to ask the price. I already knew what he wanted. A silent, unspoken bet. The stakes were high, but the outcome had al