Todos los capítulos de Please Me, Daddy: Capítulo 191 - Capítulo 200

Grace It still felt unreal, like I had stepped into a dream I never even knew I was allowed to have. Too many things had happened in the past few days, things that confused me, things I didn’t fully understand, things I knew I might never completely untangle, and yet, for once, none of that mattered. I didn’t want to think about the past or worry about the future. I didn’t want to analyze or question and doubt. All I wanted was the present. And right now, the present was the man standing in front of me.I lifted my gaze to Apollo, watching him as he cut onions and vegetables with ease. His movements were precise and fast without being careless, as if cooking was something he had always known how to do. The sleeves of his hoodie were pushed up, exposing his forearms, and I found my eyes following the subtle flex of muscle and the veins standing out beneath his skin as his long fingers moved. I swallowed, then looked away, annoyed at myself for staring, only to realize it didn’t hel

GraceI slowly opened the door and stepped inside the room.Bright light immediately spilled over me, it was nothing like the gloomy, lifeless space I remembered from before. For a moment, I just stood there, blinking as my eyes adjusted, taking in the change. The walls were no longer bare, colorful drawings were taped everywhere, it was uneven and messy, but full of life. Crayons lay scattered on the small table, and the bed was neatly made, stuffed with a few plush toys that definitely hadn’t been there the last time I came. The room finally looked like what it was supposed to be all along, a little girl’s room.Hannah looked up when she heard the door open.She lifted her drawing excitedly, her small hands holding it high.“Genesis, look—” she started, her voice bright, then she saw me. Her words stopped mid-sentence. She froze, staring at me with wide eyes, her body completely still as if she wasn’t sure whether I was real or not.Instinctively, I touched my face.Right. I wasn’t

GraceDaughter? I stared at the woman in front of me, confused, my mind struggling to make sense of her words. She called me her daughter as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Yes, we looked alike, anyone with eyes could see that, but resemblance alone didn’t mean we were related. How could I possibly be her daughter when I grew up in an orphanage. No one ever came for me, and no one ever claimed me as theirs? I had been told my whole life that I was abandoned, that my family didn’t want me, and those words had followed me like a shadow no matter how hard I tried to outrun them. So what she was saying now felt absurd.And then there was Ryan. He had called her mother. If she was his mother, then that meant she was a Jones, one of the most powerful women in the world. Someone like that couldn’t possibly be my mother. The idea alone felt unreal, like a badly written story. I shook my head slowly, trying to push the thoughts away.When she reached for me again, I instinct

Apollo Ryan’s mother nodded without hesitation, her expression firm even though her eyes were still red and swollen from crying.“Yes,” she said loudly, her voice echoing slightly down the hallway. “Yes, I did. Grace is my daughter. She is the daughter the Jones family has been searching for all these years.”My father’s eyes widened at her words, shocked. He slowly turned his head toward me, as if expecting me to deny it, or tell him this was all a misunderstanding. But when he saw the confused look on my face, and saw that I was just as surprised as he was, something in him seemed to collapse. His shoulders sagged, and his gaze dropped to the floor as if he was piecing together thoughts that were suddenly too hard to understand.He lifted a hand to his head and let out a long, tired sigh, his body swaying unsteadily. For a moment, I thought he was going to fall. My cousin reacted instantly, stepping forward and grabbing his arm before he could collapse.“U-uncle, be careful,” she s

Apollo Ryan and I stared at each other in silence. Around us, faces were frozen in shock, mouths slightly open, eyes darting back and forth as if they were watching a disaster unfold in slow motion. But Ryan was different. He didn’t look startled, angry, or offended. He simply looked at me, calm and thoughtful, his sharp eyes searching mine as if he were trying to read something buried deep within me.I met his gaze without flinching, my expression empty, my emotions locked away the way they always were. Ryan knew me better than most people ever had. He knew that once I made a decision, there was no forcing me to change it. He also knew that whatever plans he had or his intention was, I was not leaving Grace’s side.Just when I thought he was about to speak, his lips curved into a faint smile, one that carried more curiosity than mockery, and he finally broke the silence.“How amusing, Apollo Reed,” he said slowly. “You’ve really changed.”I raised an eyebrow slightly at his words,