Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sin For me, Daddy.: Kabanata 231 - Kabanata 240

Chapter 231. Rosealba’s back arched gently. “Daddy…” she whimpered, her voice trailing. “Shhhhs….” Drystan mumbled kissing her shoulder from behind. “I know… I know you are sore. You are tired, but… you will take me. You will take me okay?”Rosealba head fell into a gentle nod, tears slipping down her cheeks. She wanted it herself. She wanted to feel him throbbing and thrusting In and out of her. Drystan leaned in, kissing her cheeks away while pushing himself into her. His hips rolled slow, deep. Barely pulling back before sinking into her again.“Ummmmm…” She whimpered, a soft broken sound muffling against her throat. Her body twitched, spent and trembling under him, but she didn’t stop him. She couldn’t. She wouldn't. “Shh…” he whispered, mouth brushing the shell of her ear, voice low and wrecked. “You can take it, sunshine… just a little more.”Her legs shifted weakly around his waist, a small cry breaking from her throat. He was still so deep. So full inside her.“I know,

Chapter 233.The air in the room stilled, and Drystan glared at Rosealba, heart thumping against his chest.His lips curled. Then he scoffed. Surprised. Stunned. Dazed.He searched through her eyes, trying to find any hint of tease, but there were none. Her eyes were bright. Bright with life, bright with sincerity.Then it dawned on him.She meant it.She meant every inch of her words.She wanted them to get married. Realistically.His brows tugged in, and the scoff on his face vanished, replaced with a quiet warmth and doubt. “Sunshine.”His thumb caressed her cheeks. “Sunshine…. You mean this?”“Yes…” Rosealba replied, her eyes beaming with excitement.Drystan’s heart flipped, and excitement seethed through his core. A rush of warmth surged through his veins, his chest tightening with a wild, unfamiliar joy. His jaw slackened slightly—just for a second—as his mind wrapped itself around her words.Before he could even realize it, he had carried her by the waist, swirling her around t

Chapter 235. The journey to Santorini wasn't a long one and Rosealba had slept her way through it while Drystan carried out other important business deals, that needed his special attention. Their wedding. Oh! The grand wedding of these souls was just barely a day away and the happiness of neither of them could barely be named higher. **Sunlight spilled gently through the gauzy curtains, casting soft gold across the sheets. The wind carried in the scent of the sea—salt and warmth and summer all at once.Rosealba stirred under the silk sheets, breath light, lashes fluttering before her eyes blinked open. And there he was.Drystan. He was sitting quietly at the edge of the bed, one arm resting on his thigh, the other brushing lightly across her shoulder like he couldn’t believe she was real.His eyes were already on her.Still. Intense. Almost reverent, unable to tell the reason he fell in love, just his desire to have her forever. “You’re staring,” Rosealba whispered, voice raspy

Chapter 237.Rosealba sat in front of the mirror, her fingers trembling slightly as they tightened around the banquet of flowers resting on her lap. The soft weight of the petals, wrapped in ivory silk, mirrored the strange weight in her chest—full of things she couldn’t name.Her lips parted in awe as she stared at her own reflection, and for a fleeting second, she couldn’t believe the woman staring back was her. The girl with light blonde hair now crowned in a soft tulle veil, dressed in a delicate white gown that shimmered like quiet moonlight—she was no longer just the girl who once felt abandoned, invisible. Because today, she looked like a poem. Like someone worth choosing forever. Like Drystan’s. The white gown wrapped around her like a second skin, fitted at the waist with a gentle flare that flowed like liquid light with every breath she took. The lace bodice hugged her figure tenderly, embroidered with tiny pearls that caught the golden light streaming through the window. T

Chapter 239. The hush that fell over the terrace was a living thing—soft, thick, full of breathless hearts. Even the sea below seemed to quiet, the breeze holding its peace, the sunlight wrapping them in golden stillness. Drystan and Rosealba stood face to face now, hands entwined, the ocean behind them, the world around them, but nothing—nothing—between them. The priest’s voice came low and calm, gentle like it understood what this moment meant. “We are gathered today,” he said softly, “to witness a vow. Not just of love—but of surrender. Of choosing. Of binding.” Drystan’s eyes never left her. And Rosealba… her lashes trembled as she stared up at him, the air thick between them, the heat in her chest rising with every beat of his heart she could feel against her palm. “Drystan,” the priest said, stepping slightly back. “Your vow, if you’re ready.” Drystan inhaled, slow and deep, excitement bubbling beneath his skin. The sun touched the curve of his jaw. His thumb brushed a