All Chapters of Sins With My Ex's Father: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Sarah's POVMy furious gaze swept over the kitchen, scanning the luxury countertops cluttered with bowls and ingredients. My fingers itched, twitching with the need to grab something — a porcelain plate, a glass jar, anything I could get my hands on — and just hurl it against the wall while imagining it to be that shameless seductress. I wanted to hear the satisfying crash, to see something shatter into a thousand pieces, just like my patience had.However, the frantic, whispered pleas of my maids were beginning to worm their way into my rage. Their wide, fearful eyes and trembling hands were like a bucket of cold water, slowly dousing the fire inside me. I could see the genuine panic on their faces, and it was starting to get to me, irritating me more than calming me."Fine.""Fine!" I snapped, stomping my feet on the floor. Everything felt suffocating. Everywhere. It was as if it was me against many.I took a deep, shuddering breath, my chest heaving, and nodded repeatedly, trying t

Third Person POVThe car ride was thick with a silence that felt heavy, unnatural, and tense. Cole sat in the passenger seat in the front, his broad shoulders stiff, his knuckles white where he gripped his own knee. His expression was as dark and unreadable as the soot-blackened bottom of a cast-iron pot. Even when he tried to school his features into something neutral, it was impossible to completely hide the flicker of pure hostility that radiated from him. A low, simmering anger seemed to vibrate just under his skin.The gaze he occasionally shot toward Kylie in the backseat was sharp enough to cut glass, filled with a simmering animosity he couldn't quite smother. Even though he was willing to understand her initial resistance, to be patient and tolerate her mood swings and immature thought process, and be there for her like he hadn't before, she couldn't be gambling with him like this! She couldn't be playing with him and disregarding his words and opinions while doing what she w

Third Person POVThe novel was, against all odds, more genuinely interesting than Kylie had expected. The prose was sharp, understandable grammar, and the plot was especially interesting. Initially, she didn't have much faith in it, since it seemed generic and had the typical plotline of the female lead being found by her biological parents. Perhaps due to the apocalypse genre, it turned out to be an especially a refreshing read. The characters felt real. Even though some of them were evil, they were making decisions normal humans would actually make, making readers torn.The female lead wasn't your typical weak-willed textbook female lead. No, she was as sharp as a blade and was incredibly smart. Of course, being the human being she was, she had a weakness.Her mother.She craved a mother figure in her life since a really young age. The woman that adopted her was nice and treated her well, yet never allowed her to call her Mom, saying the title was only reserved for her biological mo

Third Person POVThe scene that followed was one of raw, unfiltered instinct, a collision of two people stripped of social grace and driven by a chemical fire in their veins. The picturesque meadow, the tranquil lake—it all vanished, becoming nothing more than a blurry backdrop to the primal drama unfolding on the checkered blanket.Merilyn, empowered by his scent and her own long-suppressed desire, was breathtakingly bold. She was no longer waiting, no longer hinting. She was taking. With a strength that surprised even herself, she gave Cole a firm push, sending him sprawling backward onto the soft mats and cushions. He landed with a soft grunt, his eyes, dark and glazed with need, fixed on her.She didn't give him a moment to think. She descended upon him, her body covering his. Her lips crashed onto his in a kiss that was all hunger and no finesse. It wasn't gentle or exploratory; it was a claiming. Her tongue pushed past his lips, delving into his mouth with a desperate, searching

Third Person POVWhile a scene of raw, passionate abandon unfolded outside by the tranquil lake, where two bodies moved with a single, primal purpose, completely lost to the world like first time pornstars, Kylie's state was the very opposite. She was a world away, trapped in a different kind of prison.The pristine, white-tiled toilet felt more like a cell after almost a hour of relentless sickness. Kylie was slumped against the wall, her brows locked into a frown. Her face was a deathly, frightening pale, the color of old parchment. Her skin was clammy and cool to the touch, covered in a fine, sickly sheen of sweat that made her hair stick to her forehead and temples.Her silver eyes, usually so sharp and full of life, were now wide open and glassy with a deep, bone-weary tiredness. She couldn't even be bothered to close them. Blinking felt like a monumental effort. Every muscle in her body had turned to water, a useless, trembling jelly. It felt as if anything solid inside her — an