Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 168

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 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 through the room as I slammed her against the wall. Her back hit first, followed by the side of her head. She stumbled to the floor, clutching her scalp. Her body slid slightly, and blood immediately trickled from the wound, streaming over her forehead and into her eyes.

“Aaaargh! My head–my head!” She clutched her head desperately, fingers pressing against the wound.

I watched her, emotionless. Her pain meant nothing to me.

I took a step forward. Piper saw it, and that’s when real fear hit her. Her eyes widened, pupils dilated, and her free hand shot up defensively as she scrambled backward.

“You’re insane! Stay back, stay the hell away from me!”

How interesting.

She was panicking now. Just minutes ago, she’d carried herself with such confidence.

“I said stay the fuck back, Grace!” she screamed, voice shaking. “Are you out of your mind? How dare you hit me! Do you even know what you’re doing, you sick freak?!”

I didn’t bother answering. When I reached her, I leaned down and slapped her across the face. Her head snapped to the side, a broken cry ripping from her throat as tears flooded her eyes. Her hands trembled violently as she clutched her cheek. Before she could recoil, I caught her by the chin and forced her gaze up to mine.

I tilted my head slightly, studying her expression.

“You-”

“Don’t bark too much, Piper,” I murmured, my voice calm. “After all, this is just the beginning.”

I slapped her again. The impact echoed, and she let out a desperate scream.

“Help! Help me! Someone, please!” Her voice cracked as she sobbed. “She’s going to kill me! Please, someone!”

Her begging didn’t stir anything inside me. If anything, they amused me.

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She really had the audacity to beg.

A slow smirk tugged at my lips as I leaned in closer, lowering, my voice and repeating her own words back to her, syllable by syllable.

“Do you see now, Piper?” I whispered, mockingly, “This is what power looks like. No matter what you do, I’m always ahead. I have people behind me, you have no one. No one’s coming to save you. You’re disposable.”

”

I straightened slightly, letting the words sink in.

“Now, let’s continue where we left off.”

Her breath hitched violently, and her eyes widened in pure terror, as if she were staring at a demon.

“Oh my God,” she choked. “What have I done?”

My breathing was uneven, like I’d run for miles without pause. Sweat slid down my temples and dripped from my jaw, soaking the collar of my dress. My hair clung stubbornly to my forehead, damp and sticky, strands plastered to my skin no matter how often I pushed them back.

My gaze dropped.

Piper lay sprawled on the floor, motionless. She was no longer smug and beautiful.

She was a mess.

Her face was swollen and red, skin blotchy, her lips split slightly as shallow breaths struggled in and out of her chest. Every now and then, a faint whine escaped her throat. The woman who once looked down on everyone now couldn’t even lift her head.

I stared at her for a long moment, my expression empty.

I didn’t know how long I’d been standing there. Time had blurred. All I knew was that the room had finally gone quiet, and she hadn’t moved since.

My muscles ached as I stood, but my mind was eerily calm. I ran a hand through my hair, dragging it back harshly, forcing strands away from my face as I looked down at her one last time.

“Let’s not meet each other again.” I said. “The next time we do, I won’t let you live.”

I didn’t wait for her to respond. I turned away.

My steps were steady as I walked toward the door. When I stepped out of the interrogation room, I closed the door behind me. The sound echoed down the hallway.

The moment it shut, I felt dozens of eyes turn toward me. No one moved, or breathed too loud. For a moment, I stood still. Many cops crowded the hallway, looking at me. I had no idea how long they had been standing there for and letting everything happen.

“Did you see that? She beat that woman until she passed out.”

“I saw. That woman was screaming for mercy, and she didn’t even blink.”

“She looked so calm. It was like she was someone else entirely.”

“I thought her friend was the scary one, but damn, she’s worse.”

I didn’t look at any of them. I didn’t have the strength or the patience to deal with anyone. My palce was still erratic, my hands still trembling with leftover adrenaline. I felt like I had stopped outside my com body and watched myself from a distance while everything happened

Austin approached me first. He stopped right in front of me and bowed his head slightly. “Are you okay, Miss Grace?”

I met his gaze. “Yes, I am.”

He nodded, though his eyes flicked down to my hands before meeting my gaze again. “Let’s go,” he said softly. * I’ll take you home.”

I shook my head. “No. My friends are waiting for me. I have to go to them.” I forced a small smile, one that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Thank you, Austin.”

He studied me for a moment, searching my expression, before offering a gentle smile of his own. “You’re welcome, Miss Grace. Please take care of yourself.”

I nodded and turned away, walking past the line of officers and guards who parted automatically, whispering behind my back.

When I pushed open the entrance door, sunlight spilled across my face. I raised a hand to shield my eyes, blinking until they adjusted, then let my gaze drop to my other hand.

It was red, swollen, the skin throbbing with a dull ache.

I curled my fingers slowly, wincing at the sting

Maybe I had gone too far. Maybe I had lost control. But I didn’t regret it. I didn’t regret standing up for myself. I didn’t regret letting my anger speak for once instead of swallowing it and pretending everything was fine.

If anything, if I went back in time, I would’ve done it sooner. I would’ve put Piper in her place the moment she started trying to make my life miserable.

“Grace!!”

I looked up the moment I heard my name. Eleanor was standing beside the car, practically bouncing when she saw me. And beside her, Wyatt stood with his usual calm expression, though even he seemed relieved.

They were always waiting for me.

I smiled despite how drained I felt and walked toward them.

Eleanor immediately reached for my hand, worry written all over her face. “Grace, are you okay?”

The moment her fingers brushed my palm, pain shot through it, and I couldn’t help the small whine that escaped

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“Huh? What’s wrong?” Eleanor grabbed my wrist and flipped my hand over. Her eyes widened. “What happened? It’s swollen! Don’t tell me–did those people hurt you?” Her face twisted with rage, and her whole body tensed.” Those bastards. I swear, no one should stop me this time, I’m going to kill them.”

She tried to march past me, but I quickly shook my head. “No, Eleanor, calm down. No one hurt me.”

Wyatt leaned closer, frowning. “Then why is your palm swollen?”

“I had a conversation with someone.”

Eleanor blinked, confused, then it clicked. Her eyes lit up, and a slow, pleased grin spread across her face.

“A conversation, huh?” she said, crossing her arms proudly “Good. Some people don’t listen unless you have that

She grabbed me and pulled into a fight hang “I’m proof you, Grace” thugged her back. When she pulled away, she cupped my face perely “Let’s go home

I nodded.

Eleanor helped me into the car, fussing over me like a mother hen, while Wyatt walked around to the driver’s seat Deaned into Eleanor’s shoulder, suddenly feeling every one of exhaustion settle into my bones.

Before Wyatt started the engine, I looked back at the static one more time. My fingers lifted on their own and touched the necklace resting against my collarbone

A small smile tugged at my lips.

When I thought I couldn’t do it, when I thought I didn’t have the right to be angry, it was him who gave me that strength.

He gave me the strength no one else could.

Even if there was no official label, even if the world judged me, even if I was just the woman he wanted to sleep with. I still wanted to stay by his side. I still wanted to love him.

And for the first time, I wasn’t scared of that truth.

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