All Chapters of Please Me, Daddy: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Piper I knew one thing absolutely clearly, if Katherine Jones wanted Apollo Reed, then Grace would never stay in her way. Not with the Jones family behind Katherine. I looked at Landon from head to toe, taking in his swollen face, the bruises, the sling on his arm, the way he kept shaking like a terrified puppy. God, he looked pathetic. And honestly, I wondered why I stayed with him this long. It certainly wasn’t love. I only ever used him as a stepping stone. Apollo never looked at me, he didn’t even know I existed, so I settled for seducing Landon instead, hoping he’d eventually become useful. Every time I looked at Landon’s ugly face, I couldn’t help comparing it to Apollo’s. Apollo wasn’t just handsome, he was the kind of man whose presence alone made every other man look cheap and replaceable. Older, powerful, confident, the kind of man who clearly knew how to destroy a woman in bed. Landon, on the other hand, looked weak, sloppy, and absolutely terrible in bed. Half the tim

Grace Piper flicked her hair back, a slow smile curling on her lips. She met my gaze with confidence. “You know what? I’ve always wondered what the boss sees in you. He’s rich, handsome, older… basically every woman’s dream. Women would kill to have him. So why would someone like him want a stupid nerd like you?” She scanned my face, her expression twisting into jealousy. “But now that I’m seeing you up close, I get it. Who would’ve known you were this beautiful?” “....” “You’re a strange woman, Grace. Why hide your pretty face and dress like some nerd with a fake wig and glasses? Was it a tactic? A trap? A way to win him over?” Her voice sharpened. “So you’re not just a whore, you’re a manipulative bitch too.” Her words bounced off the walls, each syllable dripping with venom. Landon’s face drained of color with every second. He whipped his head toward her, panicking. “Piper, are you crazy?! Shut the fuck up! Do you want to get us killed?” She scoffed loudly. “Get us killed? Y

Grace Ever since I was young, I’ve known something about myself that no one else ever noticed. I’ve always had two personalities. The gentle girl who smiled even when she didn’t want to. The one who apologized first, who endured quietly, who let people take and take without ever demanding anything in return. That was the version of me everyone knew. The version teachers praised and people called kind. The version people assumed would never hurt a fly. And then there was the other side. The cruel one. That part of me had always existed. It watched calmly every time I was pushed too far, every time I was humiliated, every time someone tried to remind me of my place, I controlled myself around people. Even Eleanor and Wyatt had never truly seen it. But I was done pretending. If they were determined to push me this far, then they deserved to see exactly what they had awakened. “Grace—” Without warning, I grabbed Piper by the hair and yanked her forward. Her shriek echoed throug

Grace I opened my eyes slowly, blinking away sleep. For a long moment, I just stared at the ceiling, my breathing slow and steady. Then I turned my head and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. 9 p.m. I sighed and covered my face with one hand. God. How stressful. Two days had passed. Ever since the fever knocked me down, I’d barely been able to stand. The doctor had come two days ago, given me an injection and a pile of medication, and since then Eleanor, Wyatt, and the twins had practically taken shifts guarding me. They closed the restaurant. The twins skipped school. Eleanor barely slept. They fed me, wiped my sweat, sat beside me, talked to me even when I could barely respond, then I’d fall asleep again, over and over. I was used to taking care of myself when I was sick, but this time the fever must’ve been brutal, because if they weren’t here, I didn’t want to think about what could’ve happened. I pushed the blanket off and sat up slowly. My body ached everywhere,

GraceI didn’t linger in the bathtub after he left. I washed quickly, stepped out, and pulled on the first clean clothes I could find, a loose white top and soft shorts. Nothing special. Considering Apollo Reed was downstairs, I should’ve tried harder, but I didn’t have the time to waste.My hair was still damp, so I ran my fingers through it and tied it into a ponytail, doing my best to look at least somewhat human.Without thinking twice, I spun around and rushed out of the room.Going down the stairs felt like walking straight toward my execution. Each step was too fast, and clumsy, my heart was pounding so violently it felt like it was lodged in my throat, stealing my breath away. I nearly tripped over my own feet.God. This was going to be a disaster. A bigger disaster than anything that happened in the bathtub.I knew I said reckless things when I panicked, but Eleanor and Liana were worse. Those two didn’t have a filter between them. If a thought existed in their heads, it came