All Chapters of The Devil's Nurse: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Reina’s POVThe moment I stepped out of the arrival gate, I saw them…Cassian’s men. Three of them, dressed in black, standing like shadows against the fluorescent airport light. The second their eyes met mine, they started toward me.One of them grabbed my suitcase without a word. The other two flanked me, one on each side.What, was Cassian afraid I’d run? As if that was even possible. Men like him didn’t leave room for escape…they owned it.I said nothing. Didn’t greet them, didn’t acknowledge theirs. Didn’t even look at their faces. I just followed. My body was tired from the six-hour flight, my head pounding, my nerves stretched so thin I felt I could shatter if anyone said the wrong word.By the time we got to the parking lot, it was almost two in the morning. The air outside was heavy, not cool or refreshing…just thick and suffocating. At least to me.I wanted nothing more than a hot bath, foot massage, and ten hours of sleep, but that wasn’t going to happen. Not until I saw Leo

Cassian’s POVThe scream tore through the air again, sharp and raw.Reina shot up from the bed, eyes wild, hair sticking up in every direction. She looked like a beautiful wreck…dazed, confused, trying to make sense of where she was. The duvet slid down, exposing the soft curve of her breast, but she didn’t notice.She blinked hard, mumbling, “Leon?”Before I could say a word, the scream echoed again from the doorway.I raked a hand through my hair, trying to gather myself, but when her eyes landed on me…lying on the other side of the bed…then at the figure by the door…I knew exactly what she saw.“Reina…” I started, my voice rough.Her palm cracked across my face before I could finish. The sound echoed through the room.She didn’t say a word. She just moved…fast…snatching the duvet, wrapping it around her like armor, muttering curses under her breath as she stumbled toward the bathroom.The door squeaked…and there stood Abigail.Her eyes were still wide, frozen, her mouth still open

Reina’s POVSix days. Six days of him begging, pleading, and throwing himself at my mercy. Every moment of it had been exhausting, mentally and emotionally. I felt like I was running on frayed nerves, my patience stretched to the breaking point. Deep down, a part of me ached to collapse into his arms, to let the storm inside me settle against him, but not yet.I couldn’t forget the way he’d hurt me, the way he’d betrayed my trust. And Leon…seeing him suffer because of me…that was a wound that hadn’t fully healed. Although Leon had gotten better now, I’d been the one tending to him, nursing him back to health, and I wasn’t about to give Cassian the satisfaction of thinking he could walk back in and claim everything.I had been watching him from the corners, those stolen glances when he was lashing out at his men, the house staff trembling under his temper. The sight should have been enough revenge to finally free myself from this obsession I still felt, but it wasn’t. Not yet. I woul

Reina’s POVI acted before he did. I peeled his hand off mine and moved toward the little girl, but Candy stepped in front of me.“Stay away from my child!” she yelled.“You said I hurt her. Am I not allowed to apologize?” I asked, my voice calm even as my heart pounded.Her expression twisted between confusion and anger.I bent down to Abby’s level, forcing a soft smile. “Hey, princess. I’m sorry for pushing you. I didn’t see you there. Can I look at your boo-boo? I’m a nurse, you know. I can make the pain go away.”Abby sniffled, peeking at me from behind her mother. For a second, she smiled.But Candy wasn’t having it.“Don’t touch my child with your filthy whoring hands!” she screeched, shoving me backward.I fell hard, my elbow smacking the cold tiles. Pain shot up my arm and I winced out loud.And that was it.Cassian moved.In one blink, he was past me..a blur of fury…and his hand wrapped around Candy’s throat, slamming her against the wall.“What…what are you…doing?!” she gasp

Reina’s POVCassian eased out of me slowly, the drag of his cock making me whimper at the loss. Warmth trickled down my thighs (his cum, my slick, the evidence of how thoroughly he’d wrecked me). My legs shook as he lowered me to the chaise, the leather cool and sticky beneath my back. I lay there panting, hair plastered to my forehead, chest heaving, nipples still peaked and aching.He didn’t speak. Just disappeared through a side door I hadn’t noticed, returning moments later with a damp cloth, a bottle of water, and a soft throw blanket.Kneeling between my spread thighs, he cleaned me with careful strokes…between my legs, the crease of my ass, the sweat at my throat. His touch was gentle now, reverent, but his eyes still burned.“Drink,” he said, tipping the bottle to my lips. I obeyed, throat working, water spilling over my chin. He caught the drops with his thumb, licked them clean.I watched him, chest tight. “You always do this,” I murmured. “Ruin me, then patch me back toge