All Chapters of SIN FOR ME, VIRGIN NUN: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

CHAPTER 141Celeste's POV:Snowflakes strolled down the windows as I watched.It had already been five months since the night that split my life in two. Five months since the fire, the gunshots, the screams, and the explosion that swallowed the last pieces of the world I knew. I thought grief would dull over time, that the edges would soften. Instead, mine sharpened. Hardened. It became a weapon. It was the only thing I could focus on.Esme had been dead for five months now. I have been unable to go outside since I started showing. I had to work from home and try my best to keep Christian’s empire standing. With Christian gone, everything fell into my hands. It surprised me how easily Matteo obeyed me and the rest of his men. I thought it would be a hard transition, but they all rallied behind me.But even with all the business that seemed to drag my attention, I could not forget that night. Matteo stayed with me, steady and unshakeable, but even he couldn't quiet the storm that lived

CHAPTER 143Matteo:The road into the secret safe house in the mountains had no name, and I had been driving for two days already.No signposts. No guardrails. Just a thin scar of asphalt cutting through rock and pine, twisting upward into mist and distance. I drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting loosely near the gun under my jacket, letting the engine hum steadily beneath me. It had been five months since the wreck. Five months since fire and gunshots and blood had rewritten everything.And Christian had survived.That miracle still sat strangely in my chest every time I thought of it.The dislocation in his leg had nearly ended him, not in the dramatic way we were accustomed to, but in the quieter way that broke men down slowly. Infection. Shock. Internal bleeding. Weeks when he hadn’t even been able to sit upright without shaking. Hiding beneath the mountain while the world thought he was dead, I had watched Celeste every day, suffering with that thought – two of

CHAPTER 145Celeste's POV: The room smelt like old concrete and cold metal. Not damp, just stale. Forgotten. Like breath trapped in a lung that never exhaled.My wrists burnt. The rope had been tied too tightly, the fibres digging into skin already raw from struggling. My ankles were bound as well, cutting off just enough circulation to remind me with every heartbeat that I was not free. The chair beneath me creaked when I shifted. The sound echoed too loudly in the silence.I kept my breathing slow.Deep enough to stay conscious. Shallow enough that he wouldn’t notice my fear.The door scraped open.I felt him before I saw him.The air in the room changed, becoming heavier and electric in the way storms were electric before they broke. Leather boots crossed the floor unhurriedly. Each step deliberate. Measured. A man who knew he was in control enjoyed reminding the world of it.Damian stopped in front of me. I kept my head lowered.“Look at you,” he said quietly. “Alive. Breathing.

Chapter 147Christian’s POV:The darkness swallowed the mansion whole.Not the soft kind of dark that came with sunset or shadow, but the violent kind. The kind that erased depth and distance. The kind that turned every breath into a calculation.Emergency lights flickered red along the corridor like dying veins.I could still hear Damian’s voice in the walls.That smug, controlled tone that had crawled under my skin since the day I learnt his name.My shoulder burnt where the bullet had torn through flesh. The pain was sharp and insistent, but it was distant too, pushed aside by something louder.Celeste. She had been here.Her scent still lingered faintly in the room behind me: soap, linen, and something uniquely hers that twisted my chest until breathing felt like breaking glass.Alive. For now.That was all I had.“Spread out,” I ordered into the comms, my voice low and lethal. “Tunnel access points, basement levels, service corridors. He doesn’t move without exits.”Matteo moved

Chapter 149Celeste's POV:The scream tore out of me. It ripped through my chest like something feral, something trapped and dying, and when my eyes flew open, the world came rushing back too fast: ceiling, walls, dim light, and the echo of my own voice still vibrating in my throat.Esme.The dream clung to me like smoke. Her laughter was still in my ears. The warmth of her arms around me still burnt on my skin. The sweetness of sugar and the safety of a world that no longer existed still coated my tongue.And then the truth crushed back down.She was gone.My chest seized violently, breath locking inside me as if my lungs had forgotten how to work. I rolled onto my side with a broken gasp and then curled inward, clutching myself as if I could physically keep my heart from shattering out of my ribs.“She was there,” I sobbed into the pillow. “She was there… she was right there…”The sobs poured out of me without warning, without mercy, loud, ugly and uncontrolled. My whole body shook