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

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ASHES

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

AFTER THE FIRE

CHAPTER 112MATTEO: “Celeste,” I repeated, smirking. “Yeah. You got that look again.”“What look?”“The one that says, ‘I’d burn down another three warehouses just to hear her breathe.’ That one.” I smirked; since Celeste showed up in his life, he has been irrational, and that is surprising to describe him as such. Christian was anything but irrational, but when it came to Celeste, he was unreasonable. And he used to call me the romantic one, ah.He exhaled through his nose, something between annoyance and reluctant amusement. “You talk too much.”“It’s a coping mechanism,” I said. “You know, for working with emotionally unavailable psychopaths.”That earned me a small, humourless laugh.He reached for the glass beside him but didn’t drink. “She called,” he said finally.“I figured,” I replied. “You disappeared faster than I’ve ever seen you move. Matteo the Ghost was impressed.”“She said she had nowhere to go.”That stopped my grin, just for a heartbeat. I knew that tone. The kind

MORNING CONFESSIONS

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

THE FIRST CHOICE

CHAPTER 114Christian: Her words hit with the same weight as confession.I stepped closer, stopping at the edge of the desk. “Then maybe stop trying to be both.”She let out a weak, incredulous laugh, part disbelief, part ache. “You’re really good at making things sound easy, Christian.”“It’s not easy,” I said, voice low. “It’s just real. The rest is plain noise.”She looked down at the floor, at the narrow line of sunlight cutting between us.“I used to think faith would make everything clear,” she whispered. “That obedience would keep me safe. But it only made me smaller.”“Faith doesn’t make you small,” I said. “Fear does.”She lifted her gaze again, and this time, she didn’t look afraid, only fragile. “And you think you’re not afraid?”“I’m terrified,” I said. “Of losing you again. Of saying the wrong thing. Of wanting something that keeps breaking me open.”Her lips parted slightly, a breath trembling out.The office felt too still, the only sound the faint hum of the city outs

HOME

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

THE WORLD OUTSIDE

Chapter 116Celeste:The World OutsideThe plates clinked softly in the sink, the sound mingling with the hum of running water and the faint echo of Esme’s laughter from the living room. Christian rinsed, and I dried. It felt oddly domestic, too normal for two people who had spent their last days surviving chaos and secrets.He handed me another glass, his sleeve brushing against my arm. Every time that happened, the air seemed to change. Thicker, quieter, as if even the morning light held its breath. I focused on the glass in my hand, careful not to drop it. As if it were pushing me back to that night.When the last plate was stacked, he leaned his hip against the counter and looked at me. “What do you plan to do today?”I hesitated, wiping my damp hands on a towel. Trying my hardest not to focus on how close we were right now.“Honestly? I was thinking of taking Esme out. She hasn’t seen anything outside this convent since we arrived. She’s trying to act calm, but she’s curious abou

THE WORLD OUSIDE 2

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

THAT PROMISE

Chapter 118Celeste: The city lights blurred past the window like tiny rivers of gold. I leaned my head against the glass, feeling the soft hum of the car beneath me. The night had cooled, faint droplets of rain traced lazy trails down the window, and each one seemed to mirror the rhythm of my heartbeat, too steady, too aware.Esme sat in the backseat beside me, her head resting against the seat, humming some song I couldn’t place. Christian was driving, one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually near the gear shift. His face, half-shadowed by the city’s neon reflection, looked calmer than I’d seen it in days.Dinner had been easy, laughter, teasing, a momentary reprieve from everything that had broken us apart. It almost felt normal. But now, in the car’s dim silence, the air between us was fragile again. I could feel the weight of words unsaid pressing against my chest.“Did you enjoy the night?” Christian asked suddenly, his voice quiet, almost hesitant.I blinked, pulling

ORDINARY DAYS

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

THE SHAPE OF PEACE

CHAPTER 120CELESTE: He looked at me for a long moment, then nodded slowly. “Then I’ll call the manager myself. You’ll have protection, too.”I almost protested but stopped when I saw the worry in his eyes. Whatever made him worry wasn’t simple caution. I didn't want to stretch the matter; he was involved in a lot of things already.So I agreed.By Wednesday, I had the job. The library was near the square, just opposite Esme’s café. It was built like an old chapel, with tall arched windows and a faint smell of parchment. My tasks were simple; I had to reshelve, catalogue and answer quiet questions. But I loved it. Books had always felt like small doors, and now I had keys to all of them.Sometimes, during my breaks, I’d walk past the café to watch Esme through the window, laughing, serving, and moving with ease. It made me proud.In the afternoons, we met for lunch under the same oak in the park. She’d bring sandwiches, I’d bring tea, and for half an hour, the world felt kind. We’d t

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