All Chapters of Sins With My Ex's Father: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Kylie's POV (contd) "Is something wrong?" Lady Merilyn asked softly, her voice like the chime of a crystal glass, clear and pleasant to the ears. I quickly schooled my expression, trying to hide the excitement I could feel warming my cheeks. "Nothing. Not at all." I looked to Mia, and then her. Motioning with my hand, the introduction began. "Mia, meet Lady Merilyn. You definitely have heard of her. Beautiful, elegant, educated, and wealthy. She is Cole's, well... friend... Can I say that?" I asked softly, letting my voice dip into a conspiratorial whisper. A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes, there and gone in a heartbeat, masked by a polite blink. She was probably wondering what was going on with me. I mean, my change was swift and obvious. But I couldn't care less. She could suspect all she wanted, I just have to play my game well, so she wouldn't know the intent. She winked, a quick, playful flash, and oh, she is gorgeous when she do that! "On the way." she said. I ch

Kylie's POV It was Mia who broke the fake, heavy silence we had let hang in the air. "It's a relief, honestly," she said, rolling her eyes with an exasperation that was pure performance. But the giant smile playing on her lips showed she was enjoying this. "Trying to be their buffer was exhausting. Kylie was all tense. She lost her real smile for a while, you know? Presenting a fake one when she had to deal with the public. Her eyes lost their shimmer, and she was like a shadow version of herself. As for Cole..." She let out a long sigh, shaking her head. "He just got even more... Cole-like. His voice got quieter, and he was always frowning. It was a tough time." I let out a dry chuckle, moistening my throat after with a sip of tea. I nodded, looking down at my hands like the memory was painful. "Oh, don't even get me started. I tried asking my crush out once, but he just looked at me like I was crazy. 'But you're with Cole,' he said. I tried to tell him it was all fake, but the mo

Kylie's POV I didn't miss the quick, wide-eyed blink from Mia — a flash of pure, unadulterated surprise that crossed her face before she could stop it. For a second, she looked genuinely stunned, her mouth slightly agape. I shot her a look, raising an eyebrow. "What's with that face? You look like you just saw a ghost." She snapped out of it, giving a little shake of her head as if to clear it. A slow, impressed grin spread across her lips. "Since when did I have such a smart friend?" she asked, her voice laced with a teasing kind of awe. Oh my Goddess. She had started again. I growled low in my throat, the sound filled with mock annoyance, and my mind was already spinning up a perfect comeback. "Maybe because you're too dull to notice anything sharper than a spoon?" She flinched — clearly, my comeback hit perfectly. And yeah, she played games like I do. She didn't hold back, of course. Leaning back in her chair, she crossed her legs, then her arms in front of her chest, appea

Kylie's POV By the time I finished whispering the last piece of my plan into her ear, Mia’s reaction was priceless. Her whole face just… froze. Her eyes went as wide as saucers, and all the color seemed to drain from her cheeks for a second. She looked like someone who had just seen a ghost and a magic trick at the same time. "Hey, stop pulling that face," I said, poking her arm. "You're making it a habit. Tjis is the third time you'd look at me like that. You should have gotten used to it by now, shouldn't you?" She finally snapped her mouth shut with a soft click. Then she started shaking her head back and forth, fast and loose like a rattle drum. "No, no, no," she stammered, waving both hands in front of her as if trying to clear smoke. "I'm just… genuinely shocked. Kylie, how in the world did you even think of that? It's so fucking brilliant and terrifying at the same time." A slow, proud smirk curled my lips. It felt good. "I told you," I said, leaning back with a shrug. "You

Kylie's POV "I appreciate your kindness, but it's not needed," I said, my voice flat. I looked anywhere but at the little paper cup of pills sitting on my bedside table. The healer just shrugged, a slow, careless movement of his shoulders. He started packing his supplies back into his leather bag, the clink of glass bottles sounding final. "I was just trying to help," he said, not sounding very helpful at all. "The offer is still available. I'm sure your sweetheart wouldn't hesitate to step in if I were to just mention your little problem to him." A cold knot tightened in my stomach. The way he said "sweetheart" was like a drop of poison in a glass of water. "Yeah, no," I said, the words coming out quick and sharp. "Thanks, but no thanks." I forced my hand to reach out and grab the pills. My fingers closed around them, and it felt like holding a handful of tiny, bitter stones. I just wanted this conversation to be over. ************** Merilyn's POV I stood in the doorway of the