All Chapters of Step Daddy’s Naughty Girl : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Greer’s POVWe arrived at the convention center with our hearts full of nervous excitement and our arms full of carefully packed materials. The massive building loomed ahead, banners for the National Beauty Trade Fair fluttering in the morning breeze. Thousands of people were already streaming through the entrances, exhibitors with rolling cases, buyers with badges, influencers taking selfies. The energy was electric. This was supposed to be my moment. The day I finally showed the world that Lumina Bloom was real. Cassey walked beside me, carrying one of the lighter display stands. “We’ve got this,” she said, squeezing my arm. “You’ve worked too hard for it not to happen.”I nodded, trying to hold onto that confidence. My hands were sweating around the handle of my rolling suitcase. I had spent the entire night before triple-checking every product, every banner, every business card. I was wearing my best professional outfit, a sleek navy dress with subtle gold accents and my lucky re

Greer’s POVNext came the display tables. I arranged the products with care, making sure every item was visible and inviting. The hydrating serums in their sleek glass dropper bottles looked luxurious against the lemon-yellow tablecloths. The gentle exfoliating masks in soft pink jars were grouped together in a beautiful cluster. I had even created small tester stations where people could try the textures on the back of their hands.What made it stand out the most was the raw, honest presentation. I didn’t hide the products behind fancy displays. I let them shine on their own. The packaging was simple but thoughtful, matte finishes, minimal text, and that signature lemon-pink color scheme that made everything pop. It looked premium without being pretentious. Real. Approachable. Different from the overly glossy, flashy booths around me.And then there were the free sanitary pads. I had decided at the last minute to include them as a giveaway. Small, individually wrapped pads with Lumin

Indira’s POVI couldn’t stop pacing. Back and forth, back and forth, in front of the female restroom at the edge of the trade fair hall. My heels clicked sharply against the tiled floor, the sound echoing my racing heartbeat. My hands were clenched into fists so tight my nails dug into my palms. I could still hear the whispers. See the stares. Feel the judgment from everyone who had watched that damn video.How had it gone so wrong? I had been so close. So close to destroying Greer completely. And now the entire world had seen me at my worst screaming, pushing, attacking her like a madwoman. The video had gone viral within minutes. Millions of views. Comments calling me jealous, toxic, unhinged. My own brand’s social media pages were flooded with people unfollowing, leaving hateful messages, and boycotting Shine Like Sparkle.I was spiraling. Angry. So incredibly angry. And scared. For the first time in a long time, I was scared. The world had seen the real me. The one who was willing

Greer’s POV“I started this brand because I was tired of beauty products that didn’t work for real people. Tired of being told I wasn’t enough. This isn’t just about skincare. It’s about blooming from within, even when the world tries to keep you in the dark.”I presented my products with passion, talking about the natural ingredients, the careful formulations, the gentle sanitary pads that had been so popular. I spoke about my journey, the challenges, the hate I had faced, and how I refused to let it stop me. Veda’s eyes never left me. Her pen moved across her scorecard, but her face remained unreadable. When I finished, the audience clapped. Some people cheered. I stepped off the stage with my heart still racing, not knowing if I had done enough. Cassey hugged me tightly as I returned to the booth. “You were amazing,” she whispered. I smiled, but the anxiety remained. The competition continued. I watched other brands present, my fate now in the hands of the judges, including my

Calder’s POVThe front door slammed behind me with a force that echoed through the entire mansion. My blood was still boiling from the trade fair, from the video Greer had leaked, from the years of Veda’s calculated lies finally catching up to her. The house smelled of her expensive perfume and fresh lilies, the same scent that once masked her deceit. Tonight, it only fueled my disgust.I found her in the living room, pacing near the grand piano with a glass of red wine in her hand. She looked pristine as always with perfectly coiffed hair, designer silk robe, the image of the untouchable Mrs. Rhys. But I knew better. I had always known.“Veda,” I said, my voice low and dangerous as I stepped into the room. She turned, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before she masked it with that practiced, condescending smile. “Calder. You’re home early. How was the—”“Shut the fuck up.” The words cut through the air like a blade. Her smile faltered. I walked closer, loosening my tie with sh