Lahat ng Kabanata ng SIN FOR ME, VIRGIN NUN: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Chapter 92Celeste:I opened the seal slowly, my hands trembling. I didn't understand why I was worried about whatever could be in the letter. It could be the reports Christian had written; I should've asked him about that yesterday, but in the moment I forgot.The contents of the letter were addressed to Father Elijah from the Pope. Elijah, the Lord bless you. I hope this letter finds you well.Sister Lucia came to me directly, and I apologize on her behalf, but she has committed a grave sin, and I fear for what would become of the church if this were to get out. This is why I write to you.Sister Lucia is currently on her way back to your convent but with her, a child. Not of her own but of a friend she once knew. The child belongs to the mistress of that friend's husband, Lazarus Grimaldi. You know the cardinal and the rumors that follow him, bless his soul.His wife, Anita Grimaldi, has committed a grave sin and roped Lucia in with it. She used her own hands to send the child's

Chapter 94Celeste:Sister Theresa’s eyes searched the room and our bodies. “What have you girls been doing down here for so long? And Esme, weren't you assigned to the laundry room?”Esme smiled sheepishly. “I just came to remind Celeste of lunch; I am done with my duties.”I was trying my best not to break down in tears in front of Sister Theresa; everything I had just discovered was a train wreck, and I had to hold myself together.Sister Theresa laughed. “Of course, you'd have an excuse, Esme and Celeste. Is this how you were told to arrange the boxes? You've spilled all the contents on the floor!”“I'm sorry, Sister Theresa, I slipped. Esme was helping me get things in order,” I explained, hoping she'd fall for it and leave us alone.“You're not having lunch until you've arranged this place.” Sister Theresa ordered “And you,” she pointed at Esme, “back to the laundry room, now!” She screamed.Esme hesitated, looking at me. I knew she was trying to reassure me.“I said now!” Siste

CHAPTER 96 CELESTE:The candle flickered violently, sending our shadows across the wall.For a long moment, neither of us spoke. I couldn’t breathe. My father’s name, the man whose portrait hung in every orphanage hall he funded, the man I had been told was devout and benevolent, was written here like a curse.Esme finally whispered, “Celeste… we have to go.”I stared down at the page, my vision swimming. The air felt too thin, the silence too loud. Everything I’d ever believed about my life, my family, my faith, and my belonging cracked open in that one instant.The candle guttered once, twice, and went out.The darkness swallowed the room whole. For a moment, I couldn’t even hear Esme breathing. Then, in the black silence, the scent of smoke curled up from the extinguished wick, faint and sharp.“Celeste?” Esme’s voice trembled.“I’m here,” I whispered. My fingers brushed the desk until they found hers. “Stay still.”The dark was disorienting, but I could still see the faint outlin

Chapter 98Christian:Everything had happened so fast, so quickly, I couldn't recollect how we had missed it. The truck blocked the highway as if it had been dropped there on purpose, a crude barricade of dented metal and smoke. For a moment I thought the world had slowed down, the skid of tires, the crumpled metal, Matteo’s hands on the wheel as he cursed and wrestled the car the way one wrestles a wild animal.Then the men in black moved.They spilled out like a swarm, rifles raised, faces masked, the kind of choreography you only see in the bad movies people tell themselves won’t happen to them. There was a tightness at the back of my throat, not fear exactly, but the recognition that this was how the world I lived in called men to account. I felt it as a physical thing, like the folding of a map. All the small annoyances that had been slowly unspooling me, Celeste’s absence, the quiet house, the dull press of sleep on all my nerves, folded away into a single line, someone wanted u

CHAPTER 100CHRISTIAN:We arrived at the mine after an hour or more of driving, I didn't bother to check the time. Francine had fallen asleep too. I was the nicest kidnapper in all of Wales. I mean, who sleeps at a time like this?Workers were busy, in and outside the mine. Without waiting for me, my men went to work, surrounding the mine as I moved in with the other group. Matteo and I walked side by side; my driver held on to the wobbly Francine as we walked into one of his many businesses.“Molloy! A good friend has arrived,” I mocked as the workers came to a halt.Molloy's men ran forward first, guns pointed at us, but my men already had theirs trained on them. Molloy walked out in his ugly vintage shirt, loose pants and a cigar stuck in his mouth.“Is that Christian? Christian Adam? Is this the third day?” He asked, and we both laughed.“I couldn't be as strong as Jesus, I took a few days off after you tried to kill me, sorry for taking so much time to return” I mocked.Molloy fr