All Chapters of Your Dad's Perfect: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Izzy POVI look up at Zade, my pulse hammering in my chest, but his gaze is on me, intense and turbulent—a storm of shock, worry, and something else that feels unreadable.Grayson undoes the restraints on the man and mumbles an apology. I watch as the man all but sprints out of the room, obviously desperate to escape the chaos. Then Grayson’s focus swings to me, his eyes blazing. “What the hell are you doing, Izzy? Causing a scene in the middle of the business?”I laugh, a bitter sound escaping me as I shake my head. “Yes, Grayson, causing a scene. Because if Cleo had the chance, you think she wouldn’t throw me under the bus in a heartbeat? I’m done being treated like some kid. Maybe I’m younger, but don’t you get it? I’m more grown up than you two think I am.” My voice wavers but stays strong.Grayson chuckles humorlessly. “More grown up, huh? The same Izzy who woke up covered in her own vomit in a stranger’s house? Tell me how that’s mature?”“Really? That’s rich, coming from you,”

Zade POVI reach up slowly, letting my fingers graze down her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. “I’m sorry for all the drama, for every bit of stress I’ve dragged into your life,” I murmur, watching her, needing her to understand. “I promise you this, Izzy—I won’t run from you, and I won’t push you away. Not anymore.”She opens her mouth to reply, but I gently press my hand over her lips, not ready to let her speak yet. There’s too much I need to say, and I need her to hear it. “How did it go so wrong?” My voice drops, thick with the weight of it all. “From that night at the hotel… how did it turn to you hating me enough to be kissing some random guy? I thought you knew by now, Izzy. I thought you realized… that I love you. That this isn’t a game to me. I’ve never taken a risk like this before.”She mumbles something behind my hand, but I’m not finished, and I shake my head, willing her to hear me. “I’ve always been careful. I don’t sleep with a woman without ens

IzzyI've spent the day with Sammi. Now, I'm still sitting with Sammi, watching her radiant smile, and there’s a pang deep inside me—a longing to feel that kind of settled happiness. I know that for me and Zade, having kids isn’t an option. His fear, his absolute terror, is woven so tightly into him that the very idea of it could tear him apart, spiral him back into darkness.“Zade and Gray are so alike,” Sammi laughs, a warm, genuine sound that pulls me from my thoughts. “Gray kept fighting his feelings, too. For months, he’d act like I was some kid, touch me, then pull away. At least Zade has a real reason—not just the ‘You’re my best friend’s sister’ garbage that Gray used as an excuse.”I smile, her laughter easing the tension in my chest. “You and Gray are amazing together,” I say, and she chuckles.“So are you and Zade. I’ve seen how you two are, the way you look at each other at parties, at work. Now that he’s done running, things will get better.”The door opens, and Zak steps

Zade POVAs soon as I walk inside, I can hear her. Even over the music, her shrill voice cuts through, unmistakable. I make my way to the VIP lounge and the second she sees me, she backs up, trying to look hurt or wronged or something just as absurd.“Are you serious, Cleo?” I say, my voice low and furious. “Throwing around some story about being pregnant?” I’ve had it with this game. I pull out my phone and text Carlo.Clear out Cleo’s apartment, pack her things, and move her car to Damond. Get it to the checkpoint and leave it there. I type and hit send. There’s no hesitation. I’m done.“You’re banned from the city,” I tell her, each word heavy with finality.“Oh, is firing me not enough? Now you’re banishing me from the entire city?” she laughs, her voice dripping with disbelief. She moves closer, reaching out, but I step back.“Enough, Cleo. You’re spreading lies, stirring up drama. It’s pathetic,” I say, keeping my voice low, but there’s no hiding the disgust.“Lies?” She laughs

ZadeIzzy sleeps soundly, her soft breaths steady and calming, but my mind is a storm. I've barely slept all night. I know what I need to do. If I’m leaving today with her, I have to speak to the others first. They need to be prepared, and I need to make sure they understand what’s coming. Leaning down, I press a gentle kiss to her cheek before slipping out of bed.I pull on a shirt and jeans quickly, my movements quiet to avoid waking her, and head downstairs. The low hum of voices drifts up from the kitchen, but as I get closer, I realize it’s not a casual conversation—it’s an argument. Great. Just what I need.When I round the corner into the kitchen, Grayson’s glare locks onto me like a laser. His expression is sharp, simmering with frustration, and the tension in the room hits me like a wall.“Now what?” I snap, throwing my hands in the air. “What have I done now? I’m here, trying not to run, trying to do the right fucking thing, and somehow, it’s still not good enough! Will it e