Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Devil's Nurse: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

REINA’S POVI wasn’t sure if I blacked out or dissociated after hugging Roman, but the next thing I knew, I was floating.Warm. Solid. Moving.I peeled one eye open, slowly, like lifting an iron curtain.Roman.He was carrying me. Bridal style. Through the main lobby of the police station like he didn’t just find me half-dead in a holding cell that belonged in a Netflix prison documentary.What of officer Rodney… the file. What if Mr Morelli asked how I carried out the tasks? This is not good.“Is that—?” someone whispered.“She was in the women’s cell…”“Holy sh—”Are they wondering if I’m his wife? Because it doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.Roman didn’t blink. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t look at anyone. His jaw was sharp enough to cut glass, his grip so careful it made me feel fragile—which was annoying, because I hated feeling fragile. But also kind of nice. In a broken Barbie-doll-left-in-the-rain kind of way.“The file… Put me down,” I mumbled against his chest.“No.”“Roman…”“No

Reina’s POVRoman helped me back to the hospital bed like I was made of glass. Every step sent a ripple of pain through my ribs, but it wasn’t the bruises that had my hands shaking—it was his words.We get married. For real.Once I was lying down again, he pulled the blanket over me, then dragged a chair to my bedside and sat, eyes never leaving mine.“Okay,” he said quietly. “Start from the beginning. First, why were you in a holding cell with a bunch of misfits? What the hell was that about just now? And why does that guy look like the villain from every bad high school movie?”I laughed once. It sounded like a broken wind chime. “Because he is the villain in my story.”Roman raised an eyebrow, patient, waiting. His fingers tapped lightly against his knee.I closed my eyes and began.I shouldn't tell him about the contract with the police or with Mr Morelli. I just have to find a way to blend the story so he doesn't suspect a thing.After all, he's a cop.“About the thing with the p

Roman’s heart plummeted to his stomach.He stared at the empty hospital bed as if blinking might reverse time, rewind the moment and bring Reina back into the room—groggy, sarcastic, mumbling something sharp-tongued about his timing.But the bed was still empty.And the silence was deafening.He spun on his heel and stormed out of the room, adrenaline pounding like a war drum. Spotting a pair of nurses chatting by the station, he made a beeline toward them.“Where is she?” he demanded, voice clipped.One of the nurses—short, brunette, too calm—looked up, confused. “Sorry?”“The patient that I brought to the ER a few hours ago. Reina Vale. Where the hell is she?”The nurses exchanged a quick glance. “She’s been discharged,” the other said.Roman's eyes narrowed. “What do you mean, discharged? She was sedated!”“Yes, well… according to the system, her legal guardian signed her out. She checked out about thirty minutes ago.”He took a step closer, his badge practically vibrating with ten

Andrew’s POVThe past wasn’t all bad. Some might say it was twisted. But I call them the good old days.I remembered them with a grin tugging at my lips as I leaned back in my car seat, fingers absently tracing the scar just above my wrist. The memory had yellowed with age, but it still played vividly in my mind—the summer Reina turned fifteen. I was eighteen, technically too old to be noticing anything at all. But God, I noticed.She’d started adding up in all the right places—hips that swayed without knowing, a mouth always full of backtalk, and a fire in her eyes that made my blood rush hot. The little tank tops and shorts. The way she’d walk around like she didn’t know what she was doing to him.Her father had wanted to adopt me. The whole happy family package, once my mom married into their moneyed world. But my biological father—rest his violent, belligerent soul—had said no. No legal ties.Back then, I had been bitter about it. I wanted to have free access to Reina.Now, I was

Reina’s POVIt has been three days.Three long, suffocating days.I couldn’t move two meters in this godforsaken mansion without someone shadowing me. A maid folding towels in the corner, looking at me quietly. A guard pretending to dust the vase. Leon sitting outside the door like a remorseful dog, pretending he wasn’t watching every flicker of my movement.I wasn’t stupid.Mr Morelli had them on me like skin.But I had a mission. And it was waiting.He might believe I was some broken, fragile thing tucked under his thumb, but he’d forgotten the most dangerous animals were the ones that pretended to submit.I had almost healed. I could stretch my body without feeling too much aches. The bruised marks were slowly fading and my swollen eyes didn’t look so hideous anymore.I stared out the floor-to-ceiling window, fingers twitching at my sides. No word from the police station yet. A miracle.But miracles don’t last.They would call. Sooner or later, someone would ask questions. About wh