Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sin For me, Daddy.: Kabanata 211 - Kabanata 220

Chapter 210. Rosealba sat on the chair, her eyes fixed on the screen, but she wasn’t seeing anything. Her fingers pressed gently into her forehead, as though touch alone could ease the pounding behind her skull.This past week had been the most unexpected moment of her life—and yet somehow, the most telling.It was like waking up and realizing your world had quietly shattered overnight. Nothing loud. Nothing violent. Just silence, and ruin. The pieces she had carefully put together were slipping again. No matter how hard she tried, life kept spiraling, and she couldn’t fix it. Not alone. Not this time.Finding her parents was still one of her top priorities—but without Drystan… she didn’t know where to begin.Drystan.His name had become a shadow—haunting every corner, lurking in every thought, refusing to leave. No matter how far she tried to run from it, he was always there. And it bothered her. It bothered her more than she could admit.It wasn’t supposed to be like this but it wa

Chapter 212.Rosealba walked to her office with a smile on her face.After her conversation with Emily, it suddenly felt like a burden was lifted off her shoulder.And she loved it. A board meeting had happened between writers and head of editors, and it had been a blissful one.Now it was time for her to arrange her office and wait for Emilia so they could go home.While she sat on the cream-colored chair, she glared outside the window.It was such a beautiful view. Today, they had all worked overtime, and that was what allowed her to view the city from here by this time.Glaring at the city now, a feeling of nostalgia washed over her. Those quiet moments when she would watch the city with Drystan, their hearts swelling with joy.God! She had missed it.She had missed every moment, every shared laughter, every joy, and every tear he had licked off her cheeks.All of a sudden, then something in her realized that she loved him so much. Perhaps not as much as he loved her, but she loved

Chapter 214. Rosealba sat beside her desk. Her eyes were fixed to her screen, cheeks stretched into a wide smile. Soon… soon she would unite with Drystan. She could feel it. In the way her heart moved, in the way anger no longer rose when she thought about him, in the way her heart smiled with thoughts of him. In the way she suddenly didn’t feel any pain or resentment whenever his name lingered at the back of her head. It’s been two weeks since she was gifted a car. She had almost called him. Almost drove over to his house to celebrate this little win. But she wanted to be certain of what she felt first. She didn’t want to act on impulse. She didn’t want to act and regret it later. And now… now that she was certain about how she was feeling—about how much she couldn’t live a life that didn’t include him—she had booked a private reservation. She had booked a private reservation at the restaurant where he had given her the ring. She had even given them a means to reach out to him.

Chapter 216. Rosealba cleared her office desk. It was time to go home. Time to change into that timeless dinner gown that Drystan would so fucking tear off her body. God! She had imagined herself in that fit. The look on his face, the gentle smile that didn't do too much but always always melted her heart. Today. Everything was going to end. All the pains, the troubles. The chaos. After clearing her desk, Rosealba grabbed her bag and car keys, approaching Emilia’s office. By the time she got there, Emilia was nowhere to be found.Her brows knitted in worry.Her office door was locked, which only signified that she had gone home.Emilia would never go home without her. Was everything fine?She reached for her phone, placing a call through to Emilia, but it bounced back all three times.Her heart gently began to thunder against her chest.What if… what if something—Could something bad have happened?Or?Then a staff walked past.“Excuse me,” Rosealba beckoned. “Have you seen Miss E

Chapter 218.“Drystan…” Rosealba called, trying to sit properly, but the pain wouldn’t let her.“Hey…” he called gently, holding her back softly.“Don’t… You are still recovering…”Rosealba let out a gentle nod, relaxing.Drystan knelt on the floor, his hand holding onto hers.His heart was still fluttering, and his stomach was still flipping from hearing her call his name.It felt like decades, like forever since she last called his name.And just that tiny, beautiful voice made his heart flutter—his eyes held onto her side profile.She was glaring at the ceiling, trying to contain the tears that were brewing in her eyes.Drystan smiled, but that smile came with a tear.A tear of joy.A tear of relief—one he didn’t even feel until it stung.It rolled once, then twice.His lashes fluttered, and realization dawned on him.He was crying?Really crying?So? What if he was?It was a moment to celebrate.A moment of peace.She was back—to him.To being his forever.Rosealba caught the tear