บททั้งหมดของ THE BILLIONAIRE'S NUN: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Morning crept into the room like a trespasser Jeremi hadn’t invited.The sunlight fell across the sheets, but its warmth didn’t reach him. He sat at the edge of the bed, shirtless, elbows on his knees, staring at nothing. His mind was elsewhere tangled between disbelief, confusion, and something darker he didn’t want to name.Eva.Jeremi barely slept. The image of Eva lingered behind his closed eyes , the tremble in her voice, the confusion in her gaze, the quiet innocence that didn’t match the secrets surrounding her.Who was she, really?Even when he tried not to think of her, she was there in the silence, in the scent of the night still clinging to the air. What was it about her that unsettled him so deeply?He remembered the look in her eyes when he turned and found her in his room the shock, the guilt, the trembling innocence that didn’t quite match the situation. But there was something else, something that slipped beneath his skin: a familiarity he couldn’t explain.He couldn’t

The convoy moved in silence that morning. The sky was a dull shade of gray, as if it had borrowed the mood inside the car. Eva sat beside Jeremi, her hands folded neatly on her lap, eyes tracing the blur of buildings through the tinted glass. For three days, she had been confined within his estate, guards at every corner around her room, her freedom neatly clipped.At first, she thought it was punishment for sneaking into his room. Then she wondered if it was guilt. But now, sitting this close to him, she only felt confusion.“Jeremi,” she said finally, her voice soft but steady.He turned slightly, his gaze unreadable. “Yes?”“Why are you keeping me in my room , like a prisoner?” she asked. “You’ve had me locked in that house for three days like some secret you’re trying to hide. Is it because I went into your room?”Jeremi exhaled quietly, his jaw tightening as he looked out the window. “It’s not about that,” he said, after a pause. “I have my reasons.”“Reasons?” she repeated, disb

The dim hum of the projector light flickered across Jeremiah Moretti’s face, casting sharp shadows that made his expression even colder. The room around him was expensive yet sterile polished oak floors, velvet curtains, the faint scent of cigars and whiskey still lingering from the night before.“Let’s see what the sweet bride of our perfect cousin is up to,” he muttered with a smirk.He leaned forward on the leather chair, one leg crossed over the other, eyes glued to the laptop screen as the footage began to play.“Let’s see,” he muttered lazily again, twirling a gold ring on his finger. “What exactly is our dear cousin hiding?”The video feed flickered, pixelated, before sharpening into view. A woman appeared on the screen , slender frame, hair falling around her shoulders as she moved cautiously around the room. Jeremiah’s brows furrowed slightly. She wasn’t doing anything remarkable , just walking, fidgeting with the curtains, touching the small items on her dresser but there wa

Evening descended over the Moretti estate like a velvet curtain, thick with unease. Every light in the main hall had been dimmed to a softer hue, every piece of silver polished until it gleamed like captured moonlight. The dining room glowed with the kind of warmth that came from wealth , chandeliers hung low like golden constellations, casting soft ripples of light on the polished mahogany table. Silverware gleamed under the candles, and the faint scent of jasmine trailed through the air. Yet beneath the elegance, there was tension , sharp, invisible, and growing heavier by the minute.Jeremi sat at the head of the long table, his demeanor calm but watchful. He had received Jeremiah’s invitation only a few hours earlier Dinner with your wife tonight, at your residence. Let’s call it… a reunion.The message had read. The tone had been oddly casual, too casual, and Jeremi had immediately sensed the undercurrent of provocation.Abram had not liked it.“You can’t tell what he’s after,

The walk back to Jeremi's room was quiet. The rain had begun to fall again, softly drumming against the roof, matching the slow rhythm of Eva’s heart. She walked quietly beside Jeremi, her fingers nervously clutching her thighs. The quiet between them wasn’t peaceful . it was suffocating.Since the dinner with Jeremiah, nothing felt normal. She could still feel his eyes on her, the same intense gaze that had lingered too long, as though he were seeing a ghost. And Jeremi , she couldn’t even read him anymore. He was quieter than usual.When they entered the suite, Eva turned to him, her voice low, trembling.“Jeremi,” she began softly, “I’m sorry for the things I said. I didn’t mean...”He raised a hand slightly, stopping her mid-sentence. His gaze was steady, unreadable. “Ellen,” he said slowly, “is there anything I should know?”Her heart skipped. “What do you mean?”Eva finally turned to him, her voice small.“Jeremi,” she began softly, “about what happened… at dinner...”He cut her