All Chapters of SIN FOR ME, VIRGIN NUN: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 111Matteo:The morning after a fire always smelt the same: burnt metal, melted rubber, and victory. Not the clean kind, anyway. Neither the heroic nor cinematic type of victory.The kind that crawled under your fingernails and stayed there, the kind you washed off for days and still caught in your clothes long after.That was the kind of morning I woke up to today, a busy morning. The one that had my men's spirits up and about, glad to have gotten their revenge in the best way possible. I know how they felt because I felt it too. I made sure to tell them to keep their guards up anyway; it was in these times of victory that the enemy would decide to creep on us, and I would be leaving them and returning back to Christian today, so they had to be alert.I parked my car at the side of Christian’s estate and stepped out, the gravel crunching under my boots. The house stood large and quiet against the dawn, curtains drawn, air humming with a stillness that only followed nights whe

Chapter 113Christian: Matteo closed the office door behind him, and the sound hit like a full stop at the end of a long, violent sentence. Silence followed, too thick, too alive.The air smelt faintly of alcohol and coffee; the window blinds cut the light into narrow bars that stretched across the desk. I leaned back in the chair, pressing my fingers to my temples, waiting for my pulse to slow down. The warehouse fires were still burning in my head, Damien Grimaldi’s men running like ants through the blaze, and Matteo’s voice giving clipped updates. It should have felt like victory. It didn’t.For a heartbeat, neither of us spoke.“I hope I’m not interrupting,” she said quietly.“You’re not.” I straightened, gesturing to the chair opposite me. “Sit.”She didn’t move right away, just hovered near the door as if she might change her mind. I watched the indecision play over her face before she finally walked forward and sat down, her back straight, her hands twisting together in her la

Chapter 115Celeste: We left the study together, Christian following quietly behind me, down the quiet hall that opened into the broad, sunlit space of the house. It was odd, walking there like that. My steps no longer felt hesitant, and he didn’t feel guarded. The silence between us wasn’t the awkward kind anymore; it was the sort that made space for something new.From the kitchen came the unmistakable sound of Esme humming off-key. And laughter, light, bubbling laughter that could only belong to her.When we stepped in, I found her by the stove, wearing one of the shirts Christian had bought me the last time I was here over her dress like an apron. Her hair was pinned up in a messy bun, and the maid, Carina, if I remembered right, stood beside her, valiantly trying to keep up.“Oh, good morning!” Esme chirped, spinning around with a wooden spoon like a conductor. “You two finally decided to join normal civilisation!”I knew it would take everything in her to not tease the both of

CHAPTER 117. THE WORLD OUSIDE 2CELESTE:“He likes me!”“He likes your sandwich,” I said, laughing.“Details,” she replied, tossing crumbs anyway.The morning melted into easy conversation and the rustle of leaves. Every time our shoulders brushed, something sparked, gentle, startling, electric. Neither of us mentioned it, but both of us felt it.The next stop was the aquarium. The hall was dim, the tanks glowing with light that danced across our faces. Blue and green shimmered through the glass, reflecting in Christian’s eyes as he watched a school of fish swim past.Esme pressed close to one of the tanks. “They look like little stars underwater.”Christian nodded. “Dangerous stars. That one’s venomous.”“Why would you ruin the magic?”“I’m just saying.”“Next thing you’ll tell me dolphins are evil.”He almost smiled. “Some of them are.”Esme gasped dramatically. “You’re hopeless!”I laughed, covering my mouth as they bickered down the aisle. The glow from the tanks cast soft light o

CHAPTER 119CELESTE:The house had begun to feel like a place with its own pulse, quiet in the mornings, hushed and golden in the afternoons, and alive whenever Christian and Esme bantered or when he stared at me across the room.It had been a week since Esme and I moved in. I now woke up most mornings in Christian’s bed, the light spilling across his face before he stirred. It wasn’t routine yet; it felt too delicate for that, but it was real. I had stopped questioning it.Esme had claimed a small room near the back garden, though she hardly stayed in it. The first few days, she explored everything: the kitchen, the library, and even the courtyard where apparently Christian had started growing roses. She said she was bored of being still. I understood. The convent had taught us to live within walls, and now that the gates were open, she wanted to run through every door. I also wanted to do that, to have some normality.Christian didn’t like it.He hid it well, but I saw the way his j