All Chapters of The Devil's Nurse: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Cassian’s POVI rolled into the room like a man steering a small, private war, Reina still warm and light on my lap, her hip tucked against my thigh like she belonged there by force of gravity and choice. The door sighed shut behind us, closing the kitchen's laughter and Lorenzo's smug face into a memory I kept promising myself I wouldn't let rot me.She had a smear of sandwich on her lip; when she noticed me watching she licked it away with a grin that was all teeth and challenge. The sight of it made something inside me unclench and then snap in two.“You done?” I asked, and the question was softer than the way my hands still trembled from the kitchen. “Full?”“Yes.” Her voice was a whisper and a verdict. “I’m full.” She pulled her legs up so they rested against the arm of my chair, toes brushing my knee. Close. Dangerous. Perfect.It was the kitchen air…butter and sugar and Lorenzo's aftertaste…that left me raw. I wanted to feed her everything that could be named and everything tha

Cassian’s POVHer mouth quivered at the edge, a dare wrapped in silk. Consent had been given, negotiated in the hush between threats, and both of us were breathing the consequences.She tried to protest…a word, a breath…and I answered with three fingers, gentle at first, precise. Her body responded before her mind could protest…the little “oh God” she tried to swallow instead escaped like a blessing.“Say it,” I urged softly, cruelly. “What’s my name?” It wasn't vanity I wanted. It was proof that she was still mine, that my obsession hadn’t turned her into an echo.“Cassian,” she whispered. Not my full name, not my demands…a concession and a claim.I kept my hand moving and she arched into me, the sound tearing free this time, bright and human. Tears sprang to her eyes, quick and hot, and she bit back the next moan so hard her jaw ached. I spread her thighs with my knee and she let me, let herself be open and wild.My hand kept moving, harder now, deeper, the pads of my fingers dragg

Cassian’s POVI forced a smile, though my chest twisted. “My dove… then tell me what I did, so I can atone for my sins.”She slapped my hand away when I tried to take hers. My vision burned red for a moment. Patience, Cassian. Patience. She’s just sad.“What did I do to offend my queen?” I asked again, voice sharper than I intended. Lucas coughed in the background, and one glare shut him up.“I lost my fucking contract with the hospital and it’s all your fault!” she cried, chest heaving. “The only thing I love doing…and I lost it because of this stupid trip! You said you’d talk to the director. Why didn’t you?! How could you let me lose my job, Cassian?!”Rage curled low in my gut. I turned my glare on Lucas. “Lucas.” My voice was a blade.He bowed his head. “Boss… Leon was supposed to handle it. He told me that he sent the message just as you requested.”My teeth clicked. “Send word home. I want Ethan’s head waiting for me on my table the second we land.”Lucas immediately reached fo

Reina’s POVThe courtyard went dead silent.All I could hear was the sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. Lucas’ grip on my arm tightened like he was afraid I’d fall again, but his face stayed unreadable, almost like he knew. Like this wasn’t a surprise to him at all.But the other men? They were whispering, cursing, shifting on their feet like they’d seen a ghost. Some crossed themselves. Some stared at Cassian like they’d never seen him before.And then it hit me again and again.He was standing! Walking!Cassian Morelli was standing on his own two feet. No chair. No support. No trembling.For a second, my brain scrambled for an explanation. Maybe adrenaline. Maybe some miracle because of the little girl. Maybe he’d been hiding his recovery to catch his enemies off guard. Something, anything to make this not what it looked like.But deep down, I knew.He lied. To me. He could have told me if he truly loved me, but he didn’t. Which means he doesn’t trust me enough. So what’

Cassian’s POVMy hands wouldn’t stop shaking even after so many minutes. I held her close, burying my face in her soft hair like I’d done a thousand times before. My Bella. My baby girl. Her tiny fingers clutched my shirt, her head resting on my chest, warm and real.“My baby girl…” The words slipped out, rough and broken. I scooped her up and started walking inside, my pulse thundering in my ears.How?How is she here?How is she alive?I saw her die.I buried her myself.And yet here she is…after almost two years…breathing, holding onto me like she never left.I flicked a glance at the woman trailing behind us. The one I had pushed down for wrapping her stupid hands around me. Tight dress, too tight, like she could barely breathe. There is something oddly familiar about her, but I couldn’t place it. Not my concern anyway.Because my princess was here. In my arms. I could hold her again. Kiss her hair like before.Inside the living room, I set her gently on my lap. My hands were tr