บททั้งหมดของ Sin For me, Daddy.: บทที่ 261 - บทที่ 270

Chapter 261.Drystan sat in his dimly lit office, behind his long mahogany desk, fingers loosely steepled, eyes cold and unreadable. The morning light spilled softly through the windows, brushing against the edges of the file on his desk—the one Rocco had just handed him.He didn’t touch it yet. He just glared at the door, behind Rocco. “Speak,” he said, still not sparing Rocco a glance. Rocco stood on the other side of the desk, shoulders straight but tension clinging to him.“I checked everything, my lord.” Rocco said quietly. “Her background… it’s completely wiped. No schooling records. No childhood data. No links to family. No work history. Everything we tried to trace came up blank.”Drystan’s brows narrowed. “You mean to tell me she doesn’t exist?”“No, sir. I mean… someone made her invisible.”Drystan’s gaze didn’t flinch. “Who could do that?”“Someone very connected. Or very protected.”Drystan’s jaw flexed slowly. His uncle had orchestrated all of this. His uncle had carefu

Chapter 263.Rosealba sat on the table. Her breathing was still uneven, the high of her orgasm making her vision slightly hazy. Her thighs trembled softly, and her hands clung to the edge of the table as Drystan leaned in and cupped her face.His touch was warm and worshipful.“I wish you could see yourself right now,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip. “So fucking beautiful when you come for me…”Rosealba trembled slightly. She tried to smile, but it melted into a soft gasp as he leaned in and kissed her again—this time slower, gentler, like he wanted to kiss the very breath from her lungs.“Hmm.”She whimpered into his mouth, her arms rising to hold onto his shoulders. The kiss deepened, becoming hungrier, and more heated.His tongue danced against her mouth, exploring every inch of her lips and tasting every corner. Then slowly, he pulled back, only slightly. Then he bent to kiss down her neck. Each kiss burned, leaving her trembling again.“You good?” he whispere

Chapter 265. The curtains were drawn halfway, letting golden sunlight spill lazily across the marble floor. The room was quiet—warm. Soft music played in the background, barely audible under the hum of the air conditioning.Rosealba sat curled on the edge of the bed in nothing but one of Drystan’s oversized white shirts. Her hair was still damp from the bath, tumbling down her back in messy waves. Her cheeks were flushed from warmth, and her thighs still trembled faintly every now and then when she shifted.Drystan sat behind her, legs spread so she was resting against his chest. One of his arms wrapped low around her waist, holding her close like she was something he never planned to let go of. Well, because he doesn’t ever plan to.His other hand moved in lazy, slow circles over her stomach. Bare palm brushing gently… lovingly… as if learning every inch of her body all over again.“I think I’d buy you an island,” he said quietly, voice deep and calm against her ear. “Not a fake one

Chapter 267. Rosealba read the message again and again until she was almost family with every inch of it.“I know about your long lost family.”The words echoed in her mind, whispering through the silence like a ghost.Her family?Curiosity rose like a lump in her throat. Heavy, sharp and unexpected.She stared at the screen, not blinking. Not breathing. The words didn’t make sense at first. They didn’t feel real. They slid into her like a needle—slow, poisonous, and cold.Her hands began to tremble, the phone slipping slightly in her grip. A cold sweat broke out across the back of her neck. Her breath turned shallow as she read the second message again.“Come to this location, with the sum of 50 million dollar, and do not inform a soul.”The silence in the room stretched.Why fifty million? Why secrecy? Why her?She looked toward the door, instinct flickering inside her like a match—Tell Drystan. Or better still, tell Emilia. But she didn’t move. She couldn’t. She just sat there, f

Chapter 268. Rosealba stared at Hazel like she’d just seen a ghost.The word echoed in her head, bouncing off the walls of her mind like it didn’t belong there—“Sister?”Her lips parted, trembling faintly. Her chest rose and fell with shallow, uncertain breaths as she shifted her gaze from Stephanie… to Hazel… and back again.First, it had been Stephanie.Now—Hazel?Her brows pulled together slowly, confusion knitting her expression tight. Her mind reached for meaning, but her body sat frozen, dread pooling beneath her skin.Hazel stepped closer to Stephanie with an almost mocking lightness in her movement. “Look, cousin,” she said with a taunting smile. “She’s surprised.”Their giggles floated together, sharp and cruel like glass breaking softly in the background.Rosealba’s lips trembled again—this time in quiet awe. Not admiration. Not fear. Just a complete inability to process the wicked spiral unfurling around her.She swallowed the lump tightening in her throat. Tried to force