All Chapters of The Nun's Vow To The Devil: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Dante's POV "The death of Mr. Armani was not taken lightly by House Nocturne. They believe you did it out of greed for their eastern territories," Luca said, his voice cutting through the haze of my thoughts. I didn't look up from the glass in my hand. Whiskey. Always whiskey these days. The amber liquid caught the morning light streaming through the penthouse windows, turning it gold. Like her hair. She was in my thoughts again. I never sleep with the nuns, I make them see their inner side that they cover with holiness, as if they are free from sin. I let them sit with realization and shame for being a disgrace for their so called father in heaven. And I had done the same last night. But something about that silly martyr refused to leave my head. She clung to my mind like a leech. Was it her voice? The way she had taunted me? Her scent? I had washed my hands more than ten times today but still I can smell her, feel her, see her on that table asking me if I was scared to tou

I knew that voice before I even looked up.Beatrice stood in the doorway with her arms folded, taking in the full picture of me on the floor with the slow satisfaction of someone who had been waiting a long time for exactly this moment. Behind her, Margaret hovered in the corridor, her green eyes wide, one hand pressed to her mouth."Margaret, you…are here." My voice came out cracked and small. "Margaret, can you—""Look at her." Beatrice laughed, the sound bright and sharp as breaking glass. "She came back and she couldn't even make it to her room. On the floor like a dog." She tilted her head. "Was it worth it, Celeste? All that holiness, all those prayers, all that suffering you loved to perform for everyone — and you ended up exactly here.""Please." I hated how weak the word sounded. I hated that I meant it. "I am already going through a lot mentally, just let me–""Let you what?" Beatrice stepped closer, her shoe nudging my side. Touching me as if I was dirt. Well I was dirt. I

Mother Superior stood completely still for a moment, the whip hanging loose in her hand."He's here?" she repeated, her voice strange. Not angry. Not pleased. Something else entirely surprise mixed with calculation. "Dante Salvatore came back. Himself. Not an associate. Not a messenger." She turned to look at me, her eyes narrowing. "For you."I didn't answer. I couldn't. My mind was still trying to process what the guard had said.Dante was here.The man who had left me tied and wanting, who had abandoned me on that table, who had apparently been so disappointed that he'd demanded a refund—he was upstairs right now, asking for me.Why?Mother Superior began to pace, the whip tapping against her leg as she thought out loud. "He sends word this morning that he's unsatisfied. That you failed. That he wants compensation." She stopped mid-step, her head tilting. "And then he shows up in person, demanding to see you before t

The water from the shower had gone cold now. I let it flow down my naked body, as if it could wash away my sins.Standing here longer than expected may prevent the inevitable.But my legs wouldn't move. They felt rooted to the tile floor, anchored by the weight of everything that had just happened. Margaret's words kept circling in my head like vultures. ‘When have you ever been free? When have you ever just... been?’I pressed my forehead against the cold tile wall and tried to breathe.A sharp knock on the bathroom door made me jump."Hurry up in there." It was one of the younger sisters, her voice muffled through the wood. "Mother Superior says you have fifteen minutes or she's sending you down in a towel."I straightened, turning off the water with shaking hands.Fifteen minutes.I stepped out of the shower and dried myself mechanically, watching water drip onto the floor in small puddles that looked like tears. My reflection in the foggy mirror was a stranger—wet hair plastered

The second bullet punched through the windshield.My ears rang before I even understood what had happened.The driver's head snapped forward, and something warm sprayed across my face, my chest, the windshield.Blood.So much blood.“Oh my God—”The car swerved violently. My lips trembled in fear, anxiety creeping through my body. Oh God. Oh God oh God oh God.“Don’t look at him.” Dante’s voice cut through my mind. “Celeste, don’t you dare look at him.”“I already did,” I whispered, my hands shaking as I wiped my face, only smearing more of it. “Dante—he’s—he’s—”“Dead.” Flat. “I need you to listen to me.” Dante's voice cut through the ringing in my ears. He was still pressed against me, his body shielding mine, but his hand shot forward to grab the wheel. "Take it!""What?""The wheel! Now!"He's insane. He's completely insane."I can't drive!" The words came out as a shriek. “Dante, I can’t–”"You don't need to drive!" He shoved the dead driver's body aside—don't look at the body