Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sin For me, Daddy.: Kabanata 191 - Kabanata 200

Chapter 190.Rosealba had settled in.The room was still exactly how she had left it the night she ran.The same white curtains.The same chipped vanity table that once held every dream she wrote in a notebook.The same scent of cold wood and lavender that clung to the air like a ghost.It was eerie, how untouched everything was. Like time had frozen, like the room itself had been waiting for her—holding its breath in her absence.She sat on the edge of the bed, unmoving. Her eyes scanned the room in silence, taking in every corner like it could somehow explain why everything inside her felt so ruined.But it couldn’t.Nothing could.And when her eyes landed on the spot near the window—where she had once stood with trembling hands, backpack strapped on, and courage barely intact—it all poured back in like rain.The memory didn’t knock. It kicked open the door.The memory of her mother’s voice that night still echoed loud.“Be a good girl.”But she had refused. Refused to be a good gir

Chapter 192.The auction hall was full already.It was a small space, suffocating in silence. The air hung thick with tension, scented faintly of aged cologne and leather. Lining the hall were short, curved brown tables—built like judge’s benches, polished to a dark gleam under the chandelier lights. Each one faced the center of the room, a silent declaration of power. This wasn’t just business—it was display. It was control.Men sat behind each table, sharp in tailored suits, silk pocket squares peeking from their jackets. Most had crossed legs and gold watches, hands curled loosely around glasses of brandy. Their grins were smug, practiced. Predators dressed in elegance. They laughed in hushed tones, whispered to each other like it was sport. Like the women behind the curtain weren’t real.At the back of the hall, just beyond that thick cotton divider, Rosealba sat tied to a chair.Her body ached, but it was the inside of her that truly hurt. Her chest rose and fell in broken rhythm

Chapter 194.Their eyes locked.Like war. Like prayer. Like something ancient that refused to die.Time didn’t stop—it collapsed. The air turned heavy, the room faded, and the auction hall vanished into a blur of shadows and breath. It was just them now. Two broken hearts trapped in a moment too loud to escape from.Her body stilled.Her lashes trembled.Her lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. Nothing moved—except her chest, rising and falling in soft, panicked waves.Her fingers twitched at her side. A small movement, but enough to give her away. Enough to betray the calm she pretended to wear.Because the look in his eyes—God—the look in his eyes wrecked her.Pain. Regret. Ache.It was all there, clinging to his pupils like he had been drowning in it.So much of it. Pain that reached down her spine and sank deep into her bones. Pain that made her fingers twitch, small and helpless at her sides.So loud in his silence. So violent in the stillness of his stare.Her heart slam

Chapter 196.Rosealba’s eyes found her quickly. And right there—she stood, staring back at her with an expression so sharp, Rosealba could read every damn apology, pain, and guilt hiding beneath those eyes.Her gaze trailed down Lina’s body. And for once, something inside her loved the sight of a lady holding a gun.Seeing Lina with a gun should’ve made her hate her. It should’ve made her heart ache, made her want to scream, to poke at every open wound. It should’ve burned like betrayal. But none of that happened. Instead… her heart smiled. A soft, quiet kind of smile. A strange wave of gratitude stirred inside her, something she didn’t know she still had left.What shocked her more was that Drystan hadn’t come alone. Eric. Rocco. Lina. A few others she didn’t recognize. They were all here.Because of her.Her chest tightened.“You bastard,” Don Vittero growled, his fingers curling into a fist.“How dare you play so smart?”Drystan’s brows raised slightly. “Seize him,” he ordered, voi

Chapter 198. Drystan’s grip on the wheel tightened as the nurse pushed the wheel into the hospital.His heart slammed against his chest as he watched Rosealba on the roller, fighting for her life.“Stay with me,” Drystan said, hands holding firmer onto her bloodied hands.“Emergency…” the nurses said, and as the sensor in the hospital picked it up, they pushed Rosealba’s wheel into the emergency room.“Sir…” a nurse stood, blocking the emergency room.“You are not allowed in the emergency room.”Drystan’s jaw twitched, muscles locking.“That’s my wife…” he said, looking across the room. They were already lifting Rosealba onto the hospital bed.“We know, sir. But this is our rule, and you will have to follow it.”Drystan’s shoulders dropped. He stood still, unable to say a word, but his heart screamed with everything it had. Silent chaos echoed in his chest. It was screaming and cursing, questioning the universe, demanding answers—demanding mercy.Words that cursed him, and words that