บททั้งหมดของ Sin For me, Daddy.: บทที่ 251 - บทที่ 260

Chapter 251. Rosealba moved in slow, desperate motions, hips grinding down as if her body had a mind of its own. Her breathing was ragged now—soft gasps tumbling into the air between them, her skin flushed with heat.“Just like that,” Drystan whispered, voice guttural and thick. “You’re doing so good, sunshine.”His hands never left her. One stayed at her hip, steadying her. The other rose to cradle her jaw, thumb brushing the corner of her parted lips. His jade green eyes locked with hers—hungry, tender, unwavering.Every time her hips rolled, his head would fall back slightly, lips parted in a low grunt. But he didn’t take over. Didn’t even chase his own pleasure.He just watched her.Every twitch, every tremble.Like her pleasure was his only obsession.Her nails dug into his shoulders. Her thighs began to shake. She leaned forward, resting her forehead to his, breaths mingling, the scent of sweat and desire thick around them.“I—Drystan…” she whimpered. “It’s too much—”Drystan n

Chapter 253. The soft glow of morning spilled gently across the bedroom, kissing the linen sheets in gold. The air smelled faintly of brewed tea and warm croissants, and Rosealba stirred slowly beneath the duvet, eyes still closed.She didn’t need to open them to know he was there.She could feel him—the quiet energy of him moving across the room, the faint sound of porcelain touching the tray. Then came his voice, low and calm, the one that always felt like home.“Morning, sunshine.”A lazy smile pulled at her lips as she blinked up at him. “Day after Day, you keep getting better at this, you know.”Drystan grinned, setting the breakfast tray carefully across her lap as he sat beside her. “I had no choice. You keep waking up in my bed and refusing to cook.”A soft laugh tore past her lips, eyes gleaming. “I don’t cook for husbands who do everything else.”“Well,” he said, leaning in to kiss her forehead, “lucky for me, I’d rather feed you than let you burn the kitchen down.”Rosealb

Chapter 255. Drystan and Rosealba stepped out of the second estate with the soft scent of pine still clinging to the air.Rosealba looked over her shoulder once more, smiling faintly at the building they just left behind. “Every estate gets better than the last,” she whispered, almost in disbelief.Drystan opened the car door for her, a slow smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Just maybe the third one will be better.”She turned to him, amused. “We shall see.”Their eyes locked, a quiet current passing between them. She slid into the car, still thinking of the dark staircases and warm walls of the last place… but what came next stole the breath from her chest.Because the moment the car curved through the stone-paved driveway of the third estate—Rosealba knew. She knew this was it. Her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes widened in disbelief, drinking in the building like she was starved for it.A black and cream stone estate stood tall across the land, its vast frame stre

Chapter 257. The moment Rosealba stepped into the company’s building, something shifted. It wasn’t loud, it wasn’t dramatic. But it was there—in the air. In the way people paused when they noticed her. In the way their heads dipped slightly, and how they quickly stepped aside to give her space.She hadn’t been to the office since the day that the accident happened, but she had known that everyone— even if not everyone a lot of people must have been aware that she was the owner of the company. After that accident. That day that still felt like a blur— everything else had followed…The healing. Her reconciliation with Drystan and the way he held her in the hospital. The tears they had fought, the ones they had shared. Then their wedding in Santorini. The vows, the quiet smile in his eyes when he called her “his sunshine” before placing the ring on her finger.Now she was back. Back in the same office where she’d once been just another face, walking through the crowd. Only that this t

Chapter 259.Drystan’s eyes lifted slowly, brows knitting slightly as he took her in.Stephanie wore a black gown that clung to her body, her blonde hair straightened to fall down her back like silk. She had even worn a nude gloss—something Rosealba often wore. Anything to make Drystan see Rosealba through her. The resemblance was eerie… and intentional. But Drystan didn't fail to see that there was indeed a striking resemblance between she and Rosealba. Drystan leaned back in his chair, watching her with quiet patience. He didn't say a word, didn't bark at her. Didn't tell her to leave. He just sat there and watched her. Because he knew something was off and he was just about to get rid of her. Stephanie took the unspoken invitation and walked in slowly, the wine glass still in her hand. Her heels barely made a sound now, her steps calculated and light as she walked in, swaying her body to walk in like Rosealba often does.She placed the glass on the edge of his desk, looking at h