Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Devil's Nurse: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Cassian’s POVThe taste of Valerie still lingered on my tongue like regret—and cologne.I sat motionless in my chair, the soft click of the door shutting behind Reina still echoing in my head. She hadn’t slammed it. She didn’t need to. Her silence was more deafening than any outburst. Her eyes—those wide, furious eyes—had branded themselves into my brain.Fuck.My jaw ticked as I exhaled through my nose. Valerie had dropped to her knees like a well-trained pet, eager and desperate to reclaim what she thought was hers. It was pointless.But the moment Reina appeared in the doorway, that familiar heat had sparked—instantly. Visceral. Violent.Not for Valerie.Never for Valerie.Only Reina could make me feel like I was crawling out of my own skin with need.I had shifted in my seat, adjusting my slacks where they’d tightened again. Not because of Valerie’s mouth—but because of Reina’s eyes. The way her lips parted in shock. The way she didn’t close her eyes. Didn’t yell. Just watched.St

Reina’s POVThe waiting room outside the lawyer's office was uncomfortably quiet. Roman smirked at the silence, popping a mint into his mouth like he had all the time in the world.“Ready?” he asked.“Born ready,” I muttered, nudging the door open with a little extra flair.We walked in like we owned the place.And there they were.Andrew.Lucy.Sitting like smug royalties across the polished mahogany table in the lawyer’s office. The lawyer, Mr Hollow looked like he’d rather be anywhere else. Andrew gave me that tight-lipped grin he wore when he was trying to hide rage. Lucy, however, looked ready to launch herself across the table and bite my face off.I waved sweetly. “Hi, family.”And the moment Lucy saw us—saw him—the room went electric.“You have got to be kidding me,” Lucy snapped, standing so abruptly the chair groaned. “Is this some kind of joke?! A sham?! You’re so shameless!”I kept quiet and let her continue. That’s what her kind knows how to do best. Bark.Lucy’s voice r

Reina’s POVHe deserves so much more.They say silence is deafening.But in that moment—inside that sterile, echoing police station—it wasn’t the silence that got me.It was the sound of my own heartbeat, raging like a war drum in my ears as Andrew locked eyes with me.Because I knew that word.I knew that look on her face.And most of all—I knew that pain.The girl’s voice still echoed through the walls, but it was the words that branded themselves into the bones of the room."Because he raped me."Roman didn’t speak. Didn’t blink. He just stood there, motionless, letting her words settle like ash after an explosion. His posture didn’t change—but something in his eyes did. I knew that look. The quiet kind of rage.The kind that didn’t scream—it hunted.Outside the room, I felt my fingernails dig into my skin. My lungs barely worked. And when I looked at Andrew again, I didn’t see a man anymore.I saw rot. A wound that never healed. A curse that had followed me from adolescence into t

Reina’s POVThe Next MorningThe soft glow of dawn filtered through the thin curtains, painting the room in pale gold. I blinked awake to the quiet hum of the city stirring outside and the faint aroma of something familiar — coffee and something sizzling.Roman was already up.I sat up slowly, muscles stiff but mind surprisingly calm. The nightmare storm in my chest had settled, replaced by a cautious hope.Pulling the blanket tighter around me, I padded quietly to the living room, where I found him in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, a worn apron tied around his waist. He stood at the stove, flipping eggs with a practiced ease, the morning light catching the sharp angles of his face and turning his dark hair into a halo.It was ridiculous how much my heart melted watching him there — so domestic, so real, so utterly different from the cold, hard cop I’d seen in that interrogation room yesterday.He caught my gaze and offered a lopsided smile, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking.

Reina’s POV“Get me some towels. Something clean. Hot water if you can. And scissors. Now!” I barked, my voice slicing through the panic like a scalpel.The girl kneeling in front of the young mother scrambled to her feet, her eyes wide, and darted to the cramped corner of the room. She opened a rusted tin cabinet, snatching whatever she could—a cracked plastic basin, half a roll of tissue, a thin towel with frayed edges. She moved fast, her bare feet slapping against the cold floor, heart hammering in sync with mine.I turned back to the girl in labor.“Hey,” I whispered, brushing soaked hair from her forehead. “Look at me. Just breathe. I’m a nurse, okay? You’re not alone.”Tears pooled in her eyes, and her head rolled back as another contraction ripped through her. Her scream was muffled by the gag. I yanked it out with shaking hands and tossed it aside.“No more of that,” I said, firm but gentle. “You’re going to need to scream if you want. Let it out.”The other girl turned to m