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

Apollo I shifted closer on the bed without fully waking, my body moving on instinct. My arm reached out, expecting to find her beside me. Instead, my hand met nothing but cool sheets.That alone was enough to pull me awake.I frowned slightly and opened my eyes, my vision sharpening as morning light spilled through the window, thin golden lines cutting across the room. I turned my head, scanning the bed first, then the rest of the room. It was empty. No sign of her anywhere.I leaned forward, the sheets slipping down to rest loosely at my waist, and ran a hand through my hair with a quiet breath. She must have left early. The thought displeased me more than it should have. Normally, I woke before her, but last night had been different. For the first time in as long as I could remember, I had slept deeply, and peacefully, with her tucked against me. So calm that I hadn’t even felt the moment she slipped from my arms.I glanced back at the bed, and memories from the night before flo

Grace “It’s me, Hannah. I’ve been eating like you said, but you promised you’d come back. When are you going to come back? I want to see the bunny man again.”I ran as the little girl’s voice echoed over and over in my mind.My heart pounded so hard it felt like it might tear through my chest as I pushed forward, barely aware of where I was going, only knowing that I had to get to her. I moved past people in the hallway, my breath uneven.I wasn’t careful. I slammed straight into someone, the impact sending both of us stumbling to the ground. The man let out a sharp groan, irritation clear in his voice as he looked at me.“What the hell? Are you blind?”I didn’t even look at him properly. I bowed my head quickly, words spilling out without thought. “I’m so sorry.”Before he could say anything else, I was already back on my feet, turning and running again as fast as my legs would carry me.“Fuck, are you insane? Get back here this instant!” he shouted behind me.I didn’t stop, or turn

Grace I splashed water onto my face and braced my hands against the sink, breathing slowly as droplets. My hair clung messily to my cheeks, water dripping down my chin and soaking into the collar of my shirt, my eyes looking far more restless than it should be. God.Everything had changed. Things I never expected had unraveled so quickly that I still couldn't wrap my head around it.Just like others, when I thought about the person who started all of this, the first image that came to my mind was a man, not a woman. It wasn’t because I believed men controlled everything, or that they were smarter, or more capable. I had always believed intelligence had nothing to do with gender, anyone could be brilliant, and anyone could be cruel. A man was simply the first image I thought of, the easiest assumption to make. And that was exactly what made the real culprit even more dangerous.Because no one ever suspected a woman of being the mastermind behind everything, she was able to move fre

Apollo I stood beside the hospital bed, my eyes fixed on Grace as she lay there unconscious, her face unnaturally pale against the white pillow, her lips slightly parted as her chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths. She looked fragile like this, smaller than she ever did when she was awake, and the sight of her lying there made a deep frown form on my face before I could stop it.My hand tightened around hers on the bed, as if holding on tighter could somehow keep her safe, and without taking my eyes off her for even a second, I spoke, my voice deep, and commanding despite the storm brewing inside me.“How is she?”Behind me, the doctor cleared his throat before answering carefully, his tone respectful, and cautious. “She is okay, Mr. Reed. She’s just unconscious. The news must have shocked her a lot. There’s nothing to be worried about.”Nothing to be worried about.My gaze darkened.“There is nothing to be worried about?” I repeated, my voice dropping lower, and the shift

Apollo I looked at Ryan, his words echoing in my head, and for a brief moment the present blurred into the past, dragging me back to the very beginning of where everything went wrong between the Reed and the Jones. The first seed of hatred between our families was planted long before we became business rivals. It began with something far more personal. My mother and Ryan’s father had an affair. I still remember the day everything came to light, the way the air in our house turned suffocating. My parents fought like strangers, their voices loud and vicious, words hurled with the sole purpose of hurting each other rather than fixing anything. That day, my father caught my mother and Ryan’s father entering a hotel together. The evidence in front of him was undeniable. My father was powerful and influential enough to bury the story before it reached the press, but silencing the media didn’t erase the truth. The Reed and the Jones families knew, and that alone was enough to change eve