All Chapters of Sins With My Ex's Father: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

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

Kylie’s POV When Mia saw me, her eyes lit up. She looked as if she was about to pull me into a hug but stopped midway. She commented with worry between her brows. “You look fragile. Did something happen?” Sighing, I collapsed onto the floor. A smile curled on my lips as I stared at the furnished wall. “It went well. Cole is successfully tied down.” Her hand flew to her mouth, her eyes gleaming with shock, then excitement, as she jumped. “Amazing! I knew you could do it! No one else could but you!” I nodded, giving a smug wink. “Yeah. It was planned by me, after all.” She rolled her eyes, though the smile on her lips never disappeared. “Stop being so cocky. Now fill me in.” She sat beside me. “Nothing unexpected happened, right?” I avoided her gaze and gave a fake yawn. “Yup, nothing much.” Then I told her everything that happened from the very beginning to the end—of course, with the exception of anything related to my stomach problem. Knowing how easily worried she could get,

Third Person Point of View (P .O. V) It was still just a plan, after all, and it needed to be executed smoothly.However… would Cole allow it?She had no doubt he had probably already told the guards at the gate not to let her leave.As for Mia…Would she be able to get out?She wasn’t sure about that either.She tapped her chin, her expression thoughtful.On the other side, where the call had just ended, a woman with skin as smooth as a boiled egg, a pair of shimmering silver eyes, and brunette hair stepped out of her room.Her steps were light and dainty, and the light in the room cast a soft glow on her skin.She ran a hand through her lush hair as she stood in the middle of the gigantic mansion. She glanced down into the living room while leaning against the railing, and on the couch below, one could see the figures of several young men.Francesca smiled at the sight, and as if they had felt her presence, they looked up.“Mom? What’s up?”The young man who spoke had a deep voice