All Chapters of Sins With My Ex's Father: Chapter 221 - Chapter 228

Third Person POVThe world slowly swam back into focus for Cole, piece by painful piece. The frantic, red-hot urgency that had consumed him earlier was gone like it had never been there, and all that was left behind was a hollow, spent feeling. The aftermath of the sex was a quiet, heavy blanket of reality, and it seemed, for a moment, that both sides had become clear-headed. Or rather, one side had.Cole sat up slowly, the muscles in his back and legs protesting with a dull ache. He ran a hand through his sweat-dampened hair, pushing the messy strands back from his forehead. His gaze drifted downward, to his own body. He looked at his now softening cock, still glistening and wet, and then at the stark, white evidence of their passion drying on the dark wool of the picnic blanket beside him. A cold knot of unease began to tighten in his stomach.The sky above had deepened from a fiery sunset into a velvety, dark blue, the first brave stars beginning to prick through the canopy. In the

Third Person POVThe ride back home was nothing short of a rolling cage of tension and drama. The kind the healer would have died for. The air inside the luxury vehicle was so thick and heavy it was difficult to breathe, each person trapped in their own private world of thought, the cheerful picnic scenery outside the windows a stark, mocking contrast to the silence within.A weak and utterly drained Kylie, her face still pale and her body feeling as fragile as glass, had been half-carried into the car by the guards. She slumped into her seat, wanting nothing more than to close her eyes and forget the world existed. When Merilyn approached the car, radiating a satisfied, almost glowing energy, Kylie's eyes lit up a bit and she nodded in greeting. "Lady Merilyn." Merilyn paused at the door, her eyes sweeping over Kylie’s pitiful state with a flicker of amusement before her face settled into a magnanimous smile. "Oh, Kylie, no need to be so formal with me anymore," she said, her voice

Third Person POVThe air in the car became so thick with hostility it felt like breathing in soup. Merilyn's expression, which had been coldly commanding, now twisted into something more forceful and ugly. The elegant mask of nobility slipped, revealing the raw, entitled power beneath. Her eyes narrowed into venomous slits, her lips pulling back from her teeth in a snarl."I said..." she repeated, her voice dropping to a low, guttural register that vibrated with threat, "...I am your Luna. You have me already. Are you so pathetic that you need to cheat by hoarding the phone numbers of other, lesser whores? Is that what this is about?"In the backseat, Kylie couldn't help but frown. The crude, vicious word was more than harsh; she couldn't help but wondered if she had misjudged her or something. She had actually thought she was a well-bred noble woman, in the end... Indeed, don't judge the book by its cover. Cole, however, seemed more utterly, dumbfoundedly shocked. His head whipped a

Mia’s POV I laid her down, my breath heavy, my chest burning, my eyes teary. Then I got up and sprint as fast as my shaky legs would carry me to fetch the healer. Miraculously — did I even mention?—I could feel my legs again. They were no longer stiff and heavy. No longer dead weight like before I was dragged in. I get it now. She must’ve called the healer as a cover to “treat me,” while secretly burning herself out to fix me. Kylie… Just how good could she be to me? And yet… And yet… all I ever did was betray her, just to have extra sips of water. A wave of guilt crashed into me, twisting my stomach and tightening my chest. I bit my lips, channeling that guilt into speed as I rushed to get the healer as fast as I could. Upon arriving, he sat by Kylie, stroking his silver beard, confusion filling his gaze. “Did you two fight to the death while I wasn’t around? How come she’s drained so badly?” he muttered, already reaching for supplies to give her a drip. I bit my lip so hard