All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S PRIVATE NURSE : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

She turned toward me, tying the robe at her waist.“Don’t be dramatic,” she said with a light laugh. “He’s a consenting adult. So am I.”“You’re also my wife.”“By name,” she snapped, stepping closer. “You made it clear a long time ago this wasn’t a marriage. You needed a mother figure for Avery. A public face to silence your board. I filled both. I never asked you for anything else.”“You gave me your word,” I said, jaw tight. “No one else. Not in this house.”Her eyes narrowed. “You broke that pact the second you started looking at her like she mattered.”I said nothing.Because she wasn’t wrong.But that didn’t make her right.“This isn’t about jealousy,” she said smoothly. “It’s about boundaries.”But I caught it—just for a second—in her eyes.Not hurt.Not betrayal.Claim.It was the same look she gave Avery’s old piano teacher—right before she threatened to end her career for “getting too comfortable.” The same cool, calculated tone she used when she pushed Hannah—my former assi

I didn’t sleep.Not even a little.I spent the entire night trying to piece my home back together—sweeping up glass with trembling hands, taping broken cabinet doors like that, which could somehow make the place feel whole again.It didn’t.Every creak of the floorboard made me jump.Every shadow made me sick to my stomach.I kept the lights on. All of them. I couldn’t stand the dark. Not after the silence I walked into last night. Not after seeing my reflection in the mirror, right beneath that message.What did that even mean?Was it Daphne?Was it someone else?Was I stupid for thinking I could survive a house like that? A man like Isaac?I sat on the couch at some point—crumbs from a shattered picture frame still stuck to the throw pillow beside me—and just… stared at nothing.My phone buzzed around 3 a.m. I didn’t look at it right away. I thought it might be him. Isaac. I didn’t want to hear his voice. I didn’t trust what it might make me feel.But later, I checked.It wasn’t him

Maya’s hand was around mine, tight and shaking, dragging me toward the door as if we didn’t leave now, we’d never leave.And maybe she was right.Maybe I should’ve walked away the second Isaac’s mother asked if I’d slept with him—right there in front of his daughter, in front of Daphne, like I was nothing but dirt tracked in from the streets.“Gabby, please,” Maya whispered again. “Let’s just go. Please.”I didn’t respond.Because something was happening.Tiny feet slapped against marble.Then—“Nurse Gabby!”Avery’s voice cracked through the tension like glass.She ran straight to me, eyes wide, curls bouncing with every step. She wrapped her arms around my leg, holding on like she could keep me from leaving.“Please don’t go!” she cried. “Don’t go—“Maya froze beside me. So did the room.Daphne’s mouth twitched, but she said nothing.And Isaac’s mother just sighed, the way people do when they’re tired of pretending to care.I crouched, cupping Avery’s small face in my hands. “Sweeth

The hospital smelled the same. That mix of antiseptic, overworked air vents, and sleeplessness—the kind of exhaustion that clung to ceilings and curtain rails. I’d only been inside this place once before, but it had carved itself into memory: the cold trauma ward, the echo of clipped commands, the sting of blood in my lungs, but her face… Gabriella had been the only clear thing in all that noise.Now, as I strode through those doors again—this time with two young girls running forward, and grief pulsing just beneath the skin—I felt everything twist inward. A slow, relentless clench.She walked beside me. Silent. Pale. Her hair was loose, the strands trembling slightly each time she breathed. Nadia gripped her sister’s hand tightly, and Maya—brave-faced, jaw taut—kept her shoulders high even though I could tell she was shaking.They looked like they were used to being strong for one another.I guided them to the front desk, and that’s when she appeared—a woman in her fifties, sharp-eye

Isaac didn’t hit back.He straightened slowly, pressing the heel of his palm against his jaw, and stared at James like he wasn’t sure whether to speak or walk away. His eyes burned, but not with anger. Not exactly. It was the kind of look that said I’m tired, but also I’m not done.“You finished?” he asked quietly.James didn’t answer. He just stood there, chest rising and falling, daring him to say something worth swinging at again.I finally stepped between them, the air between their bodies still pulsing with heat. “Stop it. Both of you.”James’s voice was still thick with fury. “He should be grateful that’s all he got.”Isaac’s gaze dropped to me then, softer. “Are you okay?”I hated that part of me still wanted to answer. Still wanted to be seen.“I don’t know,” I said flatly.Isaac exhaled like he’d been holding something in too long. “Gabriella, I swear to God, if I find out someone’s messing with you—”“What will you do?” I cut in. “If it’s Daphne? Will you leave her?”The que