Todos os capítulos de Sin For me!: Capítulo 201 - Capítulo 210

Chapter 200. Rosealba sat in the hospital bed, heart crushing against her chest. Her eyes welled up, and she sat still, unable to say a word, unable to swallow down the pill. Yes. They had hated her. Yes. They had treated her badly. But for once—she had never thought of this possibility. The possibility that they were not her parents. Her heart sank, shredding into her stomach in tiny, million pieces. It hurt. It hurt in places she didn’t know could bleed. The world suddenly became too loud, too quiet, too unbearable. And most certainly, too unpredictable. Drystan had moved to reach her, but she shifted slightly. Unwilling to let him touch her. His heart slammed against his chest, the pain raw against his eyes. She could see it. The pain of denial. The pain of being ignored lingered behind his eyes. The way his brows twitched with worry, the way his breath caught just before he swallowed the ache—it made everything worse. For four days… he had been in this room with her,

Chapter 202. “Years back, we had been harassed because we didn’t have money, and we lived quite a soft life away from luxury. I got an offer to work with the Mafian. I took the opportunity because what was life without power and authority? My wife here was in disarray. She didn’t support my decision, and it was majorly because of you. In her words—you were too soft and couldn’t handle anything in that line. Even after reminding her of the pain we had to go through, she chose you over me. This brought me pain, because… you weren’t even our biological child. How could she want you over me? How could she love you so much to want to go to so much length for you?”“…Then… slowly, I started to threaten her with what was precious to her. Eventually, she gave in to me… we joined the Mafia. And in order to fit in, we had to constantly dye your hair brown often to give a more different look…”His voice, once rigid and cold, now cracked under the weight of memory. It wasn’t just confession—it w

HIS DEADLY OBSESSION. Chapter 203.“What child?” Rosealba asked, her eyes holding more pain than she could let out.Drystan’s heart shattered.“Let… Let me explain.”Rosealba’s brows knitted. Explain? What was there to explain?Drystan took a step forward, but she stretched a hand out, asking him to stop there.Drystan’s leg halted. He stood still, uncertain of what to say.Rosealba blinked back, tears welling up in her eyes.She didn’t need to be told. She lost a child.Her hand moved to her stomach, her fingers gently trailing against her covered skin.But she couldn’t feel the child. She couldn’t feel anything… because her child died even before she could know he or she existed.Her chest heaved silently as pain washed through her in a wave she wasn’t prepared for. She sniffed back, letting in a deep swallow. As if getting shot and finding out her parents of 24 years were not her parents wasn’t already enough, she still had to lose a child to it.Was there even a God up there?Did

Chapter 206.Rosealba glared at him, unable to move. Unable to do as much as even twitch. Her eyes drank in him.God. He looked tired. Heartbroken. Frustrated. And most significantly… shattered.Her heart slammed against her chest.Was he fine?Was he okay?Has he been eating properly?All of these questions nagged at her fragile heart, clawing their way through the steel she had tried to build around her. And in spite of her anger, she couldn’t help but feel bad.Emilia cleared her throat softly, breaking the silence in the room.She flashed Rosealba a gentle smile, rubbing her shoulders before walking away—giving them a moment to themselves.Drystan’s eyes lingered on her body. God! He had missed her. He had missed her so damn much it hurt.If he thought that all this while, he had been missing her… then nothing compared to the pain now—standing right in front of her and still feeling like he couldn’t touch her.The pain of seeing the one you love, yet being unable to pull them into

Chapter 208. Drystan stepped through the mansion doors, a quiet rush of warmth in his chest. His step echoed gently against the polished floors, but for once, the weight behind them wasn’t rage.The guards stationed by the entrance lifted their heads as he passed, offering small smiles and lowering their gazes into gentle bows. There was something different about his presence this time—his eyes didn’t blaze. His jaw didn’t clench. There was peace in his walk.It had been a long time since anyone had seen that peace in him.Lately, everything had been war—within him, around him, behind him. It was one chaos after the other. If he wasn’t shattering a glass or crashing his car into a wall, he was cutting down offenders without mercy. There had been blood. Silence. Destruction. A storm with no end.But today… today was different.He had hoped to walk back into this house with Rosealba by his side. He knew the chances were slim, but still, he had wanted it. Even a trace of her hand in his