All Chapters of To live before dying : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The room smelled like jasmine and cigarette smoke.Nathan Ward leaned back against the velvet headboard, his shirt halfway unbuttoned, a faint smirk playing on his lips. The woman beside him—someone whose name he hadn’t bothered to remember—was tracing circles on his chest with long, painted nails.“You’re quieter tonight,” she whispered, her voice soft, teasing. “You usually talk more.”Nathan’s grey eyes shifted to her. “Talking isn’t what you came here for.”She giggled, low and breathy. “You’re impossible, you know that?”“I’ve been told,” he said, his tone flat but charming enough to make her blush.Her perfume filled the air—too sweet, too heavy—and for a moment, the scent made his head ache. Still, he reached for her, his hand sliding to the back of her neck pulling her hair. She shivered, leaning closer, desperate for attention that he gave only half-heartedly.Every touch, every sound, every sigh—it was all familiar. Too familiar.He had repeated this dance with so many women

It was Raining season and the rain never seize to stop. Eva who's always dedicated to her work who heartedly never comes in late. Even when her colleagues misses their shifts, she'll always cover up for them.Treating people and seeing the sick healthy again is what keeps her life going. At least, the only two things that gives meaning to get life was Audrey and her work and ooh yh, her boyfriend, or maybe not always. Eva wiped her palms on her scrub top as she stepped into Room 5 to do her duty but this time reluctantly. Here, he was just pale skin against white sheets, a wrist tethered to an IV line, his lips cracked, the arrogance muted but not gone.“Still alive,” he murmured, eyes half-open. “That’s promising.”Eva’s tone stayed professional. “Your vitals are stable. Your doctor will be here any moment.”He tilted his head, studying her. “The famous nurse who doesn’t smile. It's You again. Why are you always coming in, why can't you assigned another nurse to fill up for you si

The rain had finally stopped, leaving the streets washed in silver. From the window of the small apartment she shared with Audrey, Eva Meadows could still hear the soft hum of the city — the occasional car, the faint laughter from somewhere below, and the rhythmic drip of water from the roof’s edge.She leaned back on the couch, her scrubs replaced with an oversized nighty gown and cotton shorts. The warmth of the room did little to ease the weight in her body; her limbs felt heavy.The kettle clicked off in the kitchen, and she poured herself a cup of tea — weak, lukewarm, almost forgotten before it even reached her lips. The phone buzzed on the coffee table.Henry: "On my way. Don’t sleep yet."Eva blinked at the screen. She hadn’t expected that. She has been wondering why on earth will Henry just call all of a sudden in that tone that they need to talk. Could it be that he's tired of the relationship or he suspicious of something else? A part of her wanted to text back, Why?, but

The morning was gray and still, the kind of quiet that makes the air feel thick. A soft drizzle clung to the streets as Eva stepped out of the bus, clutching her bag closer. Her shift hadn’t even started, and already she felt tired — not from lack of sleep, but from the troublee she had been getting all week.It had been two weeks since she started working for Nathan Ward, the name that still rolled oddly on her tongue. A world-famous musician, yet every time she saw him, he looked more like a ghost of his own success. Every day she arrived at seven, left by six, followed his rules to the letter. No crossing boundaries. No unnecessary talk. No entering his room during “his hours.”And she didn’t. She didn’t because she had Henry — her boyfriend — and because she needed this job to pay the rent she shared with Audrey. She didn’t because she wasn’t here to care about Nathan beyond the stethoscope and charts.At least, that’s what she told herself.By the time she reached the mansion gat

The morning broke heavy with noise. Nathan’s voice carried down the long hallway like thunder. “I said don’t touch that shelf!” he barked. “Do you people even think before you move things around here?” A frightened housemaid stood by the doorway, wringing her hands. “S-sir, I only—” “Just get out!” he snapped, turning away, the veins in his neck sharp against his skin. “Before I lose my mind completely.” The maid scurried off, footsteps fading down the marble corridor. Nathan ran a hand through his hair, exhaling. His jaw tightened, still burning with leftover rage. The entire mansion seemed to shrink beneath the weight of his mood. Then the front door opened. The quiet click of heels on marble turned his head. Eva stepped in, pulling a suit