Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 231

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You will regret every second of it.

Apollo

There were many things in this world I could tolerate.

I could have tolerated Austin’s betrayal if it had turned out to be true, because betrayal was nothing new to me and I had long accepted that trust was a currency most people spent carelessly. I could have tolerated discovering that everything I had gone through in the past had been built on lies, because I had already survived worse illusions shattering in my hands. I could have tolerated the fact that the woman who once stood beside me had faked her death and watched from the shadows while I buried a ghost.

I was never a man ruled by emotion.

I was cold, calculated, and realistic. I dealt with problems, learned from them, and moved forward without looking back. Even now, standing here after finding out that Sarah….Eloise, whatever name she wished to hide behind, had lied about her death and manipulated everything from the dark, I was not devastated the way most people would expect me to be.

Disappointed? Yes.

Annoyed that I had wasted years carrying a false memory? Perhaps.

But heartbreak? No.

At this stage of my life, with Grace by my side, the woman in front of me was nothing more than a chapter that had already ended. I did not care about her explanations. I did not care about her motives. I did not care about the reasons she believed justified her actions. Listening to them would be nothing but a waste of time.

However, there was one thing I could not tolerate.

One thing that made my blood burn so violently that it felt as though lava was flowing through my veins instead of blood.

She had dared to touch what was mine.

She had dared to kidnap Grace,

And when I saw the faint bruises on Grace’s face, the slight swelling near her cheek that told me she had been slapped, and the blood on her shoulder that told me she had been shot, something inside me snapped completely.

The only woman in my heart was Grace. The only person my mind cared about was Grace. The only future I saw was with Grace.

And this woman had laid her hands on her.

That alone was a death sentence she had written for herself.

“Ahhh!”

Her scream echoed through the warehouse the moment I pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced through her hand, and she dropped her weapon instantly, clutching the wound as blood spilled down her fingers and dripped onto the concrete floor.

She looked up at me in disbelief, her eyes wide, as if she could not comprehend that I was the one who had shot her. As if she had expected hesitation.

My expression did not change.

I looked at her the same way I would look at a stranger.

Behind me, I sensed my father’s presence, and when I glanced briefly in his direction, he gave a subtle nod of approval, clearly satisfied that I had not allowed old emotions to cloud my judgment. But I was not concerned about his approval.

I immediately turned to Grace.

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For a split second, a thought crossed my mind, what if she looked at me differently now? What if she saw me as a monster? What if the violence I was capable of frightened her?

But when our eyes met, she did not look afraid.

She looked surprised, and then her lips curled into a small, proud smile.

I raised an eyebrow slightly, almost amused despite the tension in the air. Just what exactly had this woman done to Grace to earn that kind of reaction? Grace was not ruthless. She was patient, forgiving, and far kinder than most people deserved. For her to look at someone with that level of cold approval meant the line had been crossed beyond repair.

Sarah screamed again, her voice shrill and furious. “Apollo! My hand! How could you do this to me?”

She glared at me, tears of pain and disbelief mixing in her eyes. “I’m Eloise! Don’t you know who I am? I’m your wife! How can you treat me like this? You loved me! You would never hurt me!”

I tilted my head slightly at her words, studying her as if she were delusional.

“Miss Sarah,” I said evenly, my voice calm in a way that made it far more terrifying, “I know exactly who you are.”

I took a slow step closer. “You are the woman who faked her death, manipulated countless people, murdered without hesitation, and kidnapped my wife.”

My tone did not rise, but the air around us seemed to grow heavier with every word.

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