All Chapters of Your Dad's Perfect: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Grayson POVI’ve been standing in the distance, hidden in the shadows, waiting, watching. I got here early, long before anyone else, hoping that somehow she would show up. The hours have dragged on, filled with laughter and cheer as the lights on the Christmas tree were switched on, the crowd celebrating the beginning of the holiday season. But Sammi… she never came.Each minute that passed, my hope began to falter. Every second I scanned the crowd, searching for her, I felt like I was slipping further away from her. She loves Christmas, she wouldn’t miss this. Not after everything, not after knowing how much this night meant to us. But as the crowd thinned, I realized with a sinking heart that maybe she wasn’t coming at all.A sense of defeat hit me, hard and cold. Maybe she’s really done with me. Maybe she’s moved on, believing the lies her brothers told her. For the first time in a long time, I feel lost—truly, hopelessly lost.I was about to turn and leave, my heart heavy in my ch

Grayson POVI stand still, my hand gripping Sammi’s trembling form. Zade’s eyes are locked on me, burning with unspoken accusations, just waiting for the chance to tell me to leave. He thinks he’s in control, but the truth is, whatever happens now, Sammi will hold him responsible. If I walk away, she’ll blame him.“Go to bed, Sammi. We’ll talk tomorrow. It’s late,” Zade orders, sinking into a chair like he’s already won.But Sammi stands her ground, her voice stronger than her shaking body. “Gray is coming with me,” she snaps back, and I see Zade’s eyes widen, momentarily caught off guard. “It’s either that, or I leave with him.”She sounds confident, but I can feel her anxiety radiating through her, each tremble screaming that she’s fighting a war inside. A war where she doesn’t believe she’s strong enough.“Fine,” Zade mutters through clenched teeth. “I’ll talk to him tomorrow.”Sammi doesn’t waste a second. She grabs my hand and pulls me out of the room like she’s dragging herself

Zak stares at Zade, betrayal clear on his face. “You never said anything. And you, Grayson, kept it all quiet?”“No one needed to know. You were raised in a perfect world, never saw the darkness I did. To me, killing men who came after us was nothing. You were my family—I did what I had to do.”Joel shakes his head, disgusted. “You’re alive because of Grayson, and you still did all this? You hurt Sammi, destroyed her, knowing full well without Grayson she wouldn’t even be here.”Zade’s silence fills the room, but then he speaks again, deflecting. “This is Gray’s fault,” he mutters.My head drops. Of course, he can’t accept responsibility.“What the hell is wrong with you?” Joel asks, laughing bitterly. “Grayson stepped back, and you suffocated Sammi for years. Why? Because you were trying to protect her from something?”Zade shifts, uncomfortable. “Since Gray decided to stay clean, more people have stepped up. She’s been more at risk. And yes, her dating Grayson makes her a bigger tar

Sammi’s POVWhen I wake up, I know Grayson is staring at me. I don’t have to open my eyes to feel the weight of his gaze, so intense, so heavy, like he’s trying to will me back to reality. The tension in my chest tightens as anxiety swirls through me. I shift under the covers, instinctively pulling them up to hide my body, even though it won’t help. I can’t escape the feeling of being exposed. He sighs quietly, and the sound makes my heart ache.“Angel,” his voice comes out so soft, so tender, that it almost breaks me right there. There’s something in the way he says it, like he’s trying to reach me, trying to pull me back from wherever I’ve drifted. I want to cry, but I can’t—I’m too stuck in this whirlwind of disbelief. Is this real? Am I even here? Or is this some dream, some strange fantasy where I’m with Grayson again? It feels fragile, like it could shatter at any second. I’m lost, somewhere deep in my mind, and maybe that’s for the best. Because if this is all a dream, I want t

Sammi POVHis eyes hold mine with an intensity that leaves no room for doubt. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice low. “Now, this is how it’s going to be. I don’t care if you object, if you disagree. This is happening. Okay?”“Why ask me if I don’t get a choice?” I mutter, trying to find some semblance of control, but he just smirks.“Exactly. No choice.” He leans in, kissing me softly, but there’s a heat behind the kiss that stirs something inside me, something that I’ve been trying to bury. I watch as he steps behind me, his hands moving to the mirrors in the room, pulling away the sheets I’ve draped over them. My heart races, panic flooding my system again as the mirrors are uncovered. I haven’t looked at my reflection in weeks.My eyes widen as he exposes the glass, and I want to scream, to turn away. “Yes, I noticed,” Grayson says quietly, watching my reaction. “Now listen to the rules.”“Rules?” I say, my voice trembling. “Rules imply they can be broken, which means I don’t have