All Chapters of Sins With My Ex's Father: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Mia's POV (contd) I pressed my face against her shoulder, and for the first time in days, I let myself feel a shred of relief—of warmth, of safety. But guilt still weighed me down. I let him… I helped him… I betrayed her trust… Her sobs shook my body as she guided me to a chair, insisting I sit while the healer was summoned. She brushed her hands over me again, murmuring soft apologies to me as though she had failed me herself, when it was the opposite. She hadn't cared about her I had appeared in front of her at the bus station, and didn't respond to her when I knew very well the vampire could kill her. “The healer is in the backyard, he will be here soon,” she whispered, and I nodded, the apology that was about to left my lips remaining frozen. I couldn't believe it, however. She didn't yell at me like I had expected. She didn't call me a betrayer. The fury in her voice was from care, and tb softness of her touch, they anchored me. I felt her grief, her pain, her anger—

Mia’s POVI watched in quiet relish as his expression twisted — confusion, shock, disbelief, then doubt. Each shift stirred something dark in me, and my lips almost curled as I watched him burn the few brain cells he had, trying to guess whether I was uttering the truth or just feeding him lies.I couldn’t strike him, couldn’t make him bleed the way he made me, but watching his composure crack felt utterly satisfying. Like the universe was finally balancing its scales, just a little."Are you sure she said that?"I gave a small nod, keeping my voice light and soft, the exact opposite of the storm brewing in my chest. “Yes, she did. She told me multiple times about it. Especially… after her father’s death.” The lie rolled off easily, but it still scraped at my throat on the way out.He nodded, slow and thoughtful, buying every word. Of course he did. I’d picked the perfect wound to press, his half-knowledge of Kylie’s past.Kylie and her father… that was a whole mess on its own. She de

Kylie's POVI held back the snicker that was about to leave my lips.Oh, who was this woman?How can she be so naïve?I hope she would say the same when she found out the kind of person he is behind that mask he wears. Don't judge a book by its cover, they say. Don't judge Cole by his scholarly appearance or you'd be handing the knife to a slaughterer.Cole's laugh followed. "It's my honor to meet the Noble Miss Merilyn."Miss Merilyn...The name sounded extremely familiar, my brows locked as I tried to figure out where I had hear it from, and then, it clicked! When I was in high school, I had a classmate who adored Cole so much she'd kowtow if he asked her to. It was almost an obsession, and me, being Cole's mate, simply meant that I got scorn and glares just for existing. Mind you, Cole never once spoke up for me.She'd always tell me how Cole would leave me the moment her cousin came back from abroad.It was a bit weird to hear since she was the one that had a crush on him, yet wa

Kylie's POV The next day, I finally was able to sit down together with Mia under the oak tree in the courtyard. It was the perfect spot to enjoy the day and feel the breeze, along with the scent of flowers wafting to one's nose. It felt like paradise. I leaned back against the chair, eyeing Mia questioningly. “Did something happen?” Her brows were locked, and her eyes were cold, her lips pressed into a tight line, as if she was trying to refrain from speaking, but she definitely had a lot to say, no doubt. I knew that look. And I wasn't wrong. “Seriously, why did you overspend yourself while trying to heal me, uh? Do you know that's dangerous for your health? You just got out of bed, but you had to do that. Do you know how worried I was, thinking that your body had given up?” Realization dawned on me. Oh my Goddess. I’d actually forgotten about that. My lips twisted into a smile, feeling my heart warm. She’s always like this, angry whenever I put my health on the line, but

"Stop it." Her voice was low, but it held a command I'd rarely heard from her. She leaned forward, her earlier vulnerability resolving into a firm one. "Actually, I never wished to be a bystander when it comes to you. I would never choose to stand on the sidelines and watch that bastard Cole destroy you. I never ever regretted it. So don't you dare feel bad." She took my hands again. Hers were cold against my skin, but in a good way. "I'm your best friend. That means I'm in the trenches with you. Always. I'd do it all again. I'd get captured, I'd get tortured, I'd make that damn phone call a thousand times over if it meant I was in the fight with you and not watching it from a safe distance. Your guilt is a fucking insult to my choice to stand by you." The more she talked, the further her tone changed. Now, she was back. The Mia I knew. The one I adored. The one who always had my back. The one who showed me you needed no blood to be family. The one who stood by me when my rea