All Chapters of SIN FOR ME, VIRGIN NUN: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

CHAPTER 121CELESTE: “Exactly,” she said proudly, and we all burst into laughter.Carina nearly dropped a pot from laughing too hard. It was the first time I had seen her, the quiet, composed Carina, doubled over by the stove, tears in her eyes.The house had turned from a fortress into something resembling a home.At night, when everyone else had gone to bed, Christian and I sometimes sat together in the living room. We’d talk softly, like we were afraid of waking the walls. Sometimes about nothing important, a book I’d read, a meeting he’d had, or Esme’s latest kitchen disaster. Sometimes, silence said more than words could.I had started sleeping in his room more often. It wasn’t something we planned; it just happened. A late conversation that stretched too long, a storm that made sleep impossible, a night when loneliness pressed too hard.He’d just open the door without a word and wait.I never once felt unsafe with him.The opposite, in fact; I felt seen.There were nights when

CHAPTER 123MATTEO: The office was quiet except for the steady hum of the air conditioner and the faint scratch of my pen against paper. It was too quiet, actually. The kind of quiet that made you realise how much noise Christian used to make just by existing in a room. He was always complaining about paperwork; he preferred the nitty-gritty of our work. Sitting in an office, hunched over papers, is not the work he looks forward to. Sadly, I have to be the one that does all the paperwork.I leaned back in the chair, stretched my arms, and stared at the mountain of documents stacked like bricks across the desk. Contracts, shipment manifests, warehouse logs – boring, meticulous work. The kind of work Christian would have, even if hesitantly handled himself, before his life decided to start revolving around a certain dark-haired woman with the eyes of someone who’d seen both heaven and hell.I grinned to myself and muttered, “Christian Adam, the man who could stare down a gun barrel w

Chapter 125Matteo:The morning began with a sound that didn’t belong in the quiet.At first, I thought it was the wind, the way it whistled through the seams of the cabin roof, tugging at the corners of silence. Then I realised it wasn’t the wind at all. It was a scream.I was on my feet before my mind caught up. The cot groaned under me as I kicked off the blanket and ran down the narrow hall. The cabin wasn’t large, just two rooms and a living space with a stove, a small table, and a set of mismatched chairs, but at that moment, the distance felt endless.Celeste’s screams tore through the stillness again.When I reached her door, I didn’t knock. I shoved it open, and the hinges shrieked in protest. She was on the bed, clutching at the sheets like she could claw her way out of whatever nightmare had held her. Her hair was damp with sweat, her breathing ragged, and her eyes wild and unfocused.“Celeste.” I crossed the room in two strides and caught her wrists, not hard, but firm eno

CHAPTER 127CELESTE:The door clicked softly behind Matteo. His footsteps receded down the narrow hall, leaving behind the faint creak of the wooden floorboards and the low hum of the generator outside. For a long time, I sat still, my hands resting uselessly on the blanket that pooled around my waist. The silence felt like a living thing, stretching, breathing, and waiting for me to break first.My throat burnt from crying, though no tears came now. They had dried somewhere between Matteo’s words about preparing for the worst and the moment he walked out, leaving the air heavy with things unspoken. The small bedside lamp cast a dim circle of light, too warm for how cold the room felt.I turned my head slowly, letting my eyes adjust. I hadn’t truly looked at this room before. The first night here had been a blur of exhaustion and grief, the hours after Esme’s death smearing together into one long, unbearable ache. Now, everything came into sharp, merciless focus.The walls were made o

CHAPTER 129Celeste:The mirror fogged faintly from the steam that still lingered in the air. My reflection stared back at me with hollow eyes, framed by hair still damp from the quick shower. I had dressed in the only reasonable shirt I could find, its sleeves slightly too long, brushing against my fingers as I tied the laces of my boots. The air inside the cabin was cold, tasting faintly of pine and iron.I needed to go outside. Matteo and Bruno were waiting.But as I stood, buttoning the last clasp on my coat, a wave of nausea swept through me so suddenly that the room spun. I pressed a hand to my mouth, swallowing hard, but the bile rose anyway. My knees buckled, and I stumbled toward the small bathroom, gripping the doorframe just in time to fall to my knees before the sink.The retching came violently, leaving my body trembling. I gasped for air, wiping the back of my hand across my mouth. The water ran cold as I rinsed, watching pale streaks of bile swirl down the drain.Maybe