Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sin For me, Daddy.: Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

Chapter 180. This was the longest they had ever gone in a day without speaking to each other.Even though they shared the same space, it felt like they were on two different ends of the world.The ride to the mall was quiet.Not peaceful.Just… empty. Like the silence was sucking air from the car.Rosealba had her head pressed against the window, her face turned away, her thoughts a hundred miles far from where they were.Drystan sat on the other end, eyes fixed straight for the most part—but now and then, he stole a glance at her. Quiet glances. Soft and stolen like secrets.But she didn’t look back. Not once.He knew she was mad. She didn’t have to say it.But what broke him more was… he didn’t even know how to start explaining himself. Because deep down, he was mad too.Mad at himself.He had given his uncle too much room. Too much power. That’s why the man could walk into his home and act like a shadow from the past that wouldn’t go away.And the worst part? He’d let it happen.H

Chapter 182.The wedding preparation has been going on smoothly. If anything, happiness has suddenly become the order of every passing day.The hall has been booked, and every single day, Rosealba went to bed with an image of how beautiful she would look walking down the aisle to meet her husband.Oh Drystan. The love of her life. The one whose existence has lightened up her life in ways she could never have imagined.Seated behind her desk, Rosealba’s face was a mask of excitement. Nothing could beat this moment for her. In five days, she would be a bride and a legally wedded wife.It sounded like a dream—how drastic her thoughts, desires, and ideology had changed. A year back—moments without Drystan in her life—she had never seen relationships as anything that could lead her to marriage. And for the longest time, she had long since accepted her fate, that perhaps an arranged marriage would be her marriage source, because love indeed doesn’t exist out here. But he came. He came and h

Chapter 184. The moment Rosealba arrived at Emilia’s home, her eyes moved around slowly, taking in the charm of the space. The house stood calm, gentle in its welcome. Pale beige walls hugged the quiet, and tall windows let in a soft spill of evening light. A few green plants rested in clay pots by the corners, and a scented candle flickered faintly on a narrow console. The whole place felt peaceful—lived-in, yet elegant.Emilia smiled warmly as she stepped aside and held the door open.“Come in,” she said gently.Rosealba stepped forward, and they both made their way into the living room.“Welcome to my home,” Emilia added, her voice soft.Rosealba smiled back at her.“It’s a beautiful space you have right here.”“Thank you,” Emilia mumbled, brushing her hair behind her ear.Rosealba’s gaze wandered for a moment, taking in the cream-colored furniture and soft lighting. Then she sank into one of the couches, her body relaxing into the plush cushions. It was the kind of couch that hel

Chapter 186. The room fell silent, the weight of Drystan’s words hanging thick like smoke in the stale air. His uncle’s eyes darkened, pupils shrinking into hard pinpoints as his lips parted slowly. His brows knit tightly in a web of anger and confusion as if he were swallowing fire.“Abdicate?” The word seemed to claw its way out from deep inside him, venomous and raw. It echoed through the quiet room, striking sharp against the walls.His brows pulled together again, each creases a testament to the storm raging inside. “Merikh! Are you mad? Have you suddenly gone nut!”The words landed heavy, like stones thrown into a still pond, disrupting the calm with their brutal force.“You are going to have to choose your words wisely!” Drystan said to his uncle—voice grew low, each syllable dripping with a warning.“Wisely?” His uncle's voice cut through the tension, sharp and fierce. “Your dumb self is going to abdicate for a woman and you want me to pick my words wisely?” “She is not just

Chapter 188. Rosealba’s head pressed against the window of the jet. Her heart slammed against her ribcage, tears prickling the back of her eyes. The glass felt cold against her skin, but it didn’t numb the ache inside her. Her chest felt tight, like something was stuck there. Like she couldn’t breathe properly. Every beat of her heart made the pain sharper. She had not been able to get passed everything that she had heard yesterday. The words were still loud in her head. They wouldn’t stop. They kept coming back, again and again, like they were stuck to her. She tried to forget, but her mind wouldn’t let her. The hurt stayed. Her lips quivered. She didn’t know if this was the right decision, but boarding the nearest jet was the only thing that came to her mind. And for once, she had never been this grateful to Drystan for buying her an airline. She had ran straight to the airline, after breaking down in Emilia’s arms, she had driven to the airline, pick a jet, and yeah. Here she