All Chapters of SIN FOR ME, VIRGIN NUN: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter 101Celeste:It had been a week, a week of sneaking around the convent and the offices that I wouldn't have dared to enter before but can't help keeping myself away from.I was barely functioning, always making mistakes during my chores and causing Sister Theresa to have the time of her life punishing and shouting at me. Esme was trying her best to be my rock; she didn't know how else to help me.Our hands were tied; we didn't know what else to do. I wanted to know more about my father. I wanted his wife, Anita Grimaldi, to pay for the murder she committed more than twenty years ago. I wanted to know if my mother had any other family, if they knew what happened to her.I had no idea how to return back to normal, how I would function with all the information I had discovered in such a short time, or how I would look Mother Lucia in the face.I plunged my sorrows into the dirty pot I was scrubbing. I don't know which of the cooks had done this, but they had taken their time maki

CHAPTER 103CELESTE:The room felt too bright, too sharp, like every beam of light was a blade, cutting through my composure, peeling me open in front of them all. I wanted to breathe, but every inhale felt like swallowing glass.Astrid walked through the hall like she owned it, heels tapping against the stone floor, echoing off painted saints watching from the walls. Her smile stretched wide, manicured fingers curled delicately around her wrist as though she was presenting herself at a ball, not walking into a place of prayer to rip my life apart.“Good day nuns” she greeted, her shoulders high with a large smile on her face. I thought about it, who else would've left that gala and followed Christian and me except the one person who wanted him and wanted to destroy me.She had on lean black heels and a black dress. Her hair was packed in a ponytail. She walked directly to where I stood.“It's been a while Celeste, how have you been?” She smiled at me, and I rolled my eyes.“Who are y

Chapter 105Celeste: I had imagined leaving the convent a thousand ways in my childhood fantasies: noble missions, a tragic injury, and a divine calling to serve elsewhere.Never like this.Never dragging a suitcase with trembling hands, while the walls that once felt holy now watched like silent judges. I never imagined it would be because I had found love, even if I had left it.The hallway outside my room felt colder than any November morning. It was barely dawn; the sky was a narrow band of lavender over the courtyard, trembling with the first birdsong. A quiet that should have brought peace only amplified the dread sitting heavy in my lungs.Beside me, Esme struggled to zip her small canvas bag, muttering a prayer under her breath she absolutely did not mean. She had already packed up her things last night and decided to spend the night with me in the same room. She was worried Sister Theresa would barge in in the middle of the night and do something outrageous. She wasn't very

Chapter 107Celeste: “Hello?”His voice was soft, low, and stunned, as though the whole world had paused for him the moment he saw my name flash across his screen. It had also been the same for me.For a second, my breath caught. I didn't know whether he would answer. Whether he would reject me. Judge me. I was trying my best to not sound desperate.“Christian,” I whispered. My throat burnt. “I…I have nowhere to go.” There wasn't much that needed to be said between us.Silence followed, thick, weighted, alive.When he finally spoke, there was steel beneath his voice. “Tell me where you are.”“At the convent gate.” I replied as I released my breath.“I’m coming,” he said immediately. “Don’t move.”The call cut.I stared at the dark screen as though it might host every answer I didn’t have.Esme sat beside me on the weather-worn wooden bench just outside the convent gates. Our bags, a pitiful pair of duffels, rested at our feet like orphans. The morning air carried the metallic smell o

Chapter 109 Christian:The mine dust still clung to my clothes, settling in the fibres like the echo of the screams Molloy had left behind, buried underneath the mine I had destroyed. The metallic tang of earth sat in the back of my throat, sour and cold. For hours after we left, I could still hear the clank of chains, the low mechanical rumble of deep drilling, and the quiet calculations behind Molloy’s cautious eyes as he watched us drive off.I didn’t trust him. I never trusted him in the first place. He was new to the business and had no loyalty, and besides, he had nothing backing him; he was a fly, going anywhere he pleased. Flies were easy to squash.We had barely reached the car when Matteo turned to me, already reading the shift in my breathing and the way I worked my jaw to crack the tension grinding inside it. We had known each other long enough that silence between us became language, fluent, sharp, unavoidable.“Well,” Matteo drawled, brushing mine dust off his jacket s