All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S NUN: Chapter 21 - Chapter 28

The night stretched endlessly over the Moretti mansion, draped in the kind of silence that carried questions no one dared to ask. Jeremi sat at the bar in his house, a half-finished glass of scotch resting beside a pile of untouched documents. Abrams stood by the door, his face half-hidden in the dim golden light from the chandelier.“Sir,” Abrams began, his voice heavy with uncertainty. “Jeremiah’s suite was found empty. I think he left with his men already”Jeremi’s eyes snapped up sharply. “Empty?” he repeated, his tone low but edged with alarm.“Yes, sir. His clothes, laptop, and personal phone are gone. No note. No sign of forced exit. It’s as though he vanished in the middle of the night.”Jeremi leaned back slowly, exhaling through his nose as his mind began to churn. Jeremiah was unpredictable, but he was also cautious. Leaving without a trace meant one thing, he was planning something. Something deliberate. Something dangerous.“He never leaves without notice,” Jeremi muttere

Light came slowly into the suite, not the brutal dawn that stabbed at the edges of the world but a soft, forgiving spill that slipped between the curtains and warmed the bedspread. For a long moment Eva lay very still beneath it, listening to the even cadence of Jeremi’s breathing against the curve of her shoulder. The warmth of him felt impossibly wrong and impossibly right all at once , like a secret the world had not yet forgiven her for knowing. When she moved, it was the smallest of motions: a hand lifting, a shoulder shifting. Jeremi stirred and tightened his hold for half a breath before letting go. Her face flushed at the memory of herself asleep in his arms, at the intimacy of being found like that. Gently, as if fearful of breaking something fragile, she drew herself away. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and met the room in a private, awkward silence. She could feel heat in her cheeks, an embarrassment that rose hot and immediate. She made for the bathroom with

The roar of the helicopter blades tore through the night sky as Jeremi’s jet touched down near the estate’s private helipad. From above, the sprawling land that once felt like a kingdom of serenity now shimmered with chaos , the glow of flames still licking faintly against the horizon, the air heavy with smoke and loss. He got into the car awaiting to take them to the estate.Emergency lights blinked in the distance as estate guards, firefighters, and staff hurried about, their faces masked with panic and exhaustion. But Jeremi saw none of them. His eyes searched for one thing , her.Eva.The car hadn’t even fully stopped before he jumped out, his heart hammering against his ribs. He didn’t care about his appearance, didn’t care that his shirt was half open and his sleeves smeared with soot from the site inspection earlier, he only needed to see her.And then he did.She was standing at the edge of the driveway, still in her simple cream dress, her hair loose and messy from hours of w

That was the only possible explanation for how awful she felt. Death. Possibly hers, though her mouth tasted like something had crawled in there and died as well. She licked her dry lips, and immediately her stomach protested.Oh. Oh, no.She bolted up from the bed and ran for the closest door, barely making it before her stomach heaved up its contents. She puked for what felt like forever, crouching against the side of the toilet bowl, and whimpered when nothing else came up. God, this was awful. So awful. Her head felt like it had split open, and her entire body ached. Everything was vague and fuzzy. Was she sick? What was wrong with her?The toilet felt nice against her cheek, though. She rested her face against the side of it for a moment longer, and then peered at the black lumps of clothing tossed on the floor that she’d just now noticed.Men’s shoes. A belt. Slacks. A jacket.Oh . . . JeremiOh dear.Eyes wide with horror, Eva looked around at the bathroom. What happened last n