All Chapters of Sins With My Ex's Father: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

A faint scent of lavender lingered in the air—either from some old sachet tucked into the drawers or from the residual cleanliness that only a house like this could maintain. I was glad that I wasn't smelling any of those odours. Clearly, even though I'd caught wind of how he and Lucy were fucking each other everywhere in his villa like wild animals, which I'm sure their twisted asses definitely did in my room, they kept it clean.The vanity by the window held a collection of cups, jars where I kept medicines, and some books, almost arranged meticulously. I remembered how we had once knocked half of it over in some careless night.Damn, what the fuck is wrong with these freaking awful flashes?!I didn't want to remember such things. It made me feel stupid, to be sincere. That I hadn't noticed the mask he had on his face all this while, hiding his true twisted selfish side... Or wait... I sat on the edge of the bed... maybe he never really hid it, after all. I was just the one who had

Kylie’s POVI didn’t fall asleep. But it was long—so fucking long—before I finally heard footsteps. I held my breath, listening attentively, and even walked toward the door, pressing my ear against it.The steps grew faint, fainter, until it vanished completely. He’s gone!My hand clenched, my gaze burning as I tried not to actually charge forward and escape now. It would spoil so many things. What if I ended up running into him halfway? That would be disastrous, and I couldn’t afford that.My back pressed against the door like my ear, and it definitely wasn’t even a full minute before another set of footsteps could be heard. Heavier this time.“Good…” I mumbled quietly.The silence stretched further, and my breathing grew louder.After I was sure it was long enough, I slowly got to my feet, gaze burning with determination.I didn’t rehearse the steps or plan again—it was already in place.I tucked the sachet into my bra, in between my peaks to be exact. The wall of flesh clamped on

Kylie’s POVFinally, after what felt like forever, I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination, but the sky had begun to brighten a little. Sweat ran down my temple, and the mask felt suffocating.Through the trees ahead, a faint glow shimmered, one that made my steps slow.A wall. A tall, wooden wall crowned with watchtowers, lanterns flickering along the top.The neighboring pack — my destination. Relief hit me so hard I nearly collapsed right there. My chest heaved, my knees weakened, and I gripped the bark of a tree, gulping in the cold air. I wanted to scream, cry, laugh all at once. I made it. I actually fucking made it. The vampire wasn’t after me. I was safe—for now.But reality struck just as fast.I couldn’t just march up to their gates. Not like this. Not in Cole’s guard uniform. If they saw me, they’d raise the alarm first, ask questions later, and finally ask for my ID, which I didn’t have.What to do now?I needed to find a chance to slip in.And to do that, I needed to obse

Third Person POVJoyce slowly placed down the glass, then got to his feet. It was amazing how he could see even when the room was pitch black—the kind where you wouldn't be able to see your fingers.But that wasn’t the point. His gaze landed on a particular spot, and if anyone entered at this moment, they probably wouldn’t notice anything or anyone there.However, the man clearly spoke in that direction. “It’s finally time for you to get useful, Mia!” Joyce beamed, eyes curving as he approached the battered figure.When he got closer, her appearance came into view, and anyone—except for this monster—would probably have a heart attack once they laid eyes on her gruesome figure.This... wasn't human.This... wasn't Mia—the cheerful, clean, stylish, frank lady.Her hair hung in tangled, matted strands, streaked with dirt and dried blood. Bruises bloomed across her arms, legs, and collarbone, deep purple and green from the countless hits she had taken. No part of her skin was left unbruis

Kylie’s POVI mustered a nod, and he chuckled, leaning forward as he picked up the necklace, his eyes keen. He even held it close to his face. Turning it under the dim light, he studied it carefully.A jeweler’s loupe appeared from his pocket. He pressed it to his eye and examined every scratch, every dent. “Silver,” he muttered, tapping the locket with a long nail. “Such sentimental value… mmm.”I caressed my brow, watching him move with a speed that felt sluggish. I didn't have time for a muttering old man. Finally, when I was about to urge, he set it down on the scale, scribbled a note in his ledger, then looked at me with a shrug. “Best I can do is fifty.”“Fifty?” I exclaimed, brows locking into a frown. “That’s it?”I might not know much about jewelry, but this was my maternal heirloom, and it was obviously expensive. Everything about it. From the design to the quality. His eyes narrowed again, his tone calm. Obviously, he had done this multiple times. “Well, that's all I cou