Todos os capítulos de Sins With My Ex's Father: Capítulo 201 - Capítulo 210

Merilyn's POV Yeah, I do. I don't need them to speak the words out loud. Their bodies tell me the story. The way they hold their shoulders tells me about the burdens they carry. The flicker in their eyes shows me their regrets. It’s like reading a book written in the language of nervous twitches and hesitant sighs. And it is even more enjoyable hearing them talk about it. Watching them revealing their pain, or drowning in their own regret… it made me feel a certain way. It was a feeling I couldn't quite point my finger on, a sort of warm, humming satisfaction deep in my chest. It wasn't a nice feeling, not really. But it was a powerful one. Otherwise, it's actually a good feeling, uh..? It makes me feel in control. It makes me feel like I'm the one holding the spotlight, and they are just characters acting out their sad little plays for me. And that was the reason why I'm now a little fond of Kylie and her little friend. Their little performance in the garden was the most int

Merilyn's POV (contd.) Oh, isn't he such a charmer? The thought drifted through my mind, a mix of genuine reaction as I checked him out once again. He was good at this, a little too good. "Allow me to make it up to you," he said, his voice a low, intimate murmur still close to my hand. "I will send three maids to attend to you personally. Would that be enough to earn your forgiveness?" I pulled my hand back gently and clasped my hands together in front of me, a picture of someone considering a generous offer. "Two would be perfectly enough," I stated, my tone practical. "I hate unnecessary chattering and too many people moving around. It gives me a headache." Then I took a small step forward, closing the distance between us again. I stared firmly into his eyes, letting all playfulness fade from my expression. My voice was clear and left no room for argument. "I want Lucy among them, however." His expression didn't change. It was like I’d asked for a specific type of tea, not a

Third Person POV"What?" Kylie’s jaw was slack, dropping open as she stared at Cole. Her eyes were wide, the shock on her face so genuine it was like he’d just announced he was moving to the moon. Even the healer, who was about to leave but ended up saying back to enjoy the drama couldn't hide his reaction. His shoulders hunched up toward his ears, his whole body cringing as if he’d just heard the most painfully unfunny joke of the century. He busied himself with a chart, trying to become invisible.Of course, Cole, lost in the bubble of his own triumphant narrative, didn't notice any of this.He sat on the edge of her bedside, the mattress dipping under his weight. A brilliant smile was plastered on his face, beaming like someone who had just won the lottery after years of trying. "Kylie," he said, his voice warm and full of certainty. "I know you love me."A visible shudder of distaste ran through Kylie. Her nose wrinkled as if she’d just smelled something rotten. "What?" she manage

Cole’s POVLooking at the woman lying in the bed before me, I couldn't help but notice how beautifully she had bloomed. Every time, whenever I set my eyes on her, my heart always seemed to race. It seems the old saying is true, 'distance really does make the heart grow fonder'. Or perhaps it just sharpens the eyes. I could see the subtle changes in her features now, and each one made her more captivating.Her skin, which I remembered as being a bit pale, now had a rosy, healthy glow. Her face was a little plumper, softer, losing the sharp edges, and her under-eye wrinkles and eye bags had faded. And oh, those eyes of hers… those silver orbs shimmered faintly, like moonlight on a still lake. They were the kind you'd get lost staring into.The way she looked at me, even with that coldness managed to send a strange, thrilling jolt through my chest, making my heart race. Those lights in her eyes... they were like fireflies on a summer night. Extremely beautiful and deeply interesting. It’

Kylie’s POVWatching Cole's broad back as he finally left the room along with his disgusting odour, the door clicking shut behind him, I couldn't conceal the wide, triumphant smile that spread across my face. It felt like a dam breaking inside me — a rush of pure, unadulterated victory.Yes!YES!The Goddess was truly helping me, weaving the threads of fate right into my hands. Even without my plan fully in motion, every puzzle piece was just falling into the right place, clicking together with a beautiful, satisfying sound.I hadn't missed it — the dark, possessive fire that had ignited in Cole's eyes the moment he casually and purposely mentioned Elijah's name. It was a sharp, long, dangerous flash, like lightning in a dark cloud. Clearly, he wanted to see the reaction I would hold.Yet, I had pretended not to notice, looking down at my hands with an air of innocent concern and asking him to inform me when the picnic would be so I could prepare. I had dangled the bait, and he had sn