Sin For me, Daddy. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

Chapter 161. When the call with Drystan ended, a heavy silence settled in the room. Rosealba didn’t move right away. Her eyes were fixed on the small paper in her hand—the one with the name of the place Lowel had written. Her ex. Her mistake. She stared at the paper a little longer, as if hoping it would disappear. Then she let out a quiet sigh. Her chest rose and fell slowly like she was trying to breathe through something tight and invisible. Without a word, she slipped the paper under her pillow. Then she laid her head down, feeling its weight beneath her. Her eyes closed. But sleep didn’t come. The next day. Rosealba stood in front of a the all black restaurant. Claded in black. The exterior was the same as she remembered—clean, sharp edges, tall glass, and quiet luxury. But the moment she stepped in, her breath caught in her throat. She knew this place. It was too familiar to be an illusion. This was the same restaurant where Drystan had gotten on one knee and asked her

Chapter 163. Rosealba’s fingers trembled on the steering wheel, her breath coming in sharp gasps. Her heart pounded like a drum inside her chest, wild and restless. The road stretched out before her, but she couldn’t see it clearly anymore. Fear clouded her eyes, made her legs press harder on the accelerator.They were behind her. Getting closer.If they caught her, it was over. Lowel would take her. He’d use her as bait, threaten Drystan for a ransom—and even then, he wouldn’t let her go.Her throat tightened.“No,” she whispered to herself, shaking her head as the tears burned. “No, no, no—”But then—out of nowhere—a black car came screeching in front of her. Full speed. It spun across the road and halted roughly, blocking her path completely.Rosealba’s foot slammed on the brakes. Her body lurched forward then back, jerking hard as the car skidded to a stop. Her chest heaved. Panic tore through her.They had cut her off.Her eyes flew wide. Her hands shook. Her heart kicked faster

Chapter 165.The door opened and Drystan stepped in. The ambiance of the room changed immediately. Into something dark. Powerful. Possessive. Rosealba stood up from the bed, guilt cladding her expression. She took a step forward—no, she barely took a step forward when…“Strip.” Drystan’s voice came in. Low and tight it barely contained the fury that was burning down his veins. Rosealba breath hitched and she stood on her track, unable to approach him, but he was already walking toward her, his coat still on, his eyes back with something dangerous as he pulled the coat off. “You thought I wouldn't find out?” his voice was sharp as a blade. “You went to see him. Your ex.”Rosealba's chest clamped, heart, thundering as she watched the look in his eyes. “It… it wasn't.…”“Don't speak.” He commanded, pulling down the buttons of his t-shirt. Rosealba’s stomach tightened, surprisingly not in fear, but in desire.Her eyes followed the movement of his hands, throat bobbing as the sight

Chapter 167. Rosealba woke up the next morning to a sharp feeling of soreness between her thighs. Her cheeks stretched gently and she smiled as she recalled everything from yesterday—still unconscious. Then suddenly, she stirred to the sharp feeling of warmth between her legs. She blinked through the haze of sleep, her thighs twitching—sensitive sore, and still damp with last night's ruin, Her hands reached blindly for the duvet, already certain. She lifted the duvet above her head and there, she found his face, fitted perfectly between her thighs. He looked up at her, jade eyes holding onto hers with something different from whatever it was yesterday, “Good Morning… little traitor.” His voice was low, smooth, and deadly. Roselba's skin scorched from the warmth of his breath. She barely caught him smirking before his hand gripped her hips, pushing it up slightly… “Drystannn….” she gasped softly, staring at him with amusement but his tongue was already dragging a la

Chapter 169.Drystan took a step closer. His mind went back to the voltage he had asked for on the CCTV cameras.The sight of Lowel gripping Rosealba’s neck to the wall spiked his blood. But the image of Lowel groping her boobs played in his mind over and over again, sending a wave of anger through his body. Not that he was allowed to hurt her or do any but damn! Rage. Anger. Hunger. Everything twisted inside him.It wasn’t just fury—it was a sickness. A poison blooming in his veins, tightening his chest with every breath. His jaw clenched so hard he could feel it creak. The burn behind his eyes deepened. His vision pulsed.He grabbed Lowel’s wrist. Without a word, he lifted a knife and shoved it into Lowel’s hand, pinning it to the desk with a force that vibrated through the wood.A loud, agonizing wail ripped through Lowel’s throat, piercing the room like glass shattering.Drystan stepped back, feeling the blood splatter across his clothes. Warm, fresh, and satisfying. The spray pa