All Chapters of Please Me, Mr. Reed: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

My heart began pounding so loudly that I could barely hear anything else.“After the accident,” she continued casually, as if she were discussing the weather rather than confessing to deception on a massive scale, “I obviously couldn’t keep my old face. Too many people would recognize me. So this face,” she gestured to herself lightly, “is not the one I was born with. It’s just another mask. I created a new identity and started working in Apollo’s company.”Her tone was calm, but nothing about her words was calm.My mind felt like it was splitting apart as I tried to connect everything she was saying. A fake death. A lookalike. A new face. Working under a false name in the same company as the man she once married.This was not one of the possibilities I had prepared myself for.I had imagined confronting a jealous rival, a business enemy, someone seeking revenge for power or money. I had imagined cruelty, greed, and hatred.I had not imagined this.I turned to River. “River… what is g

Grace I had seen that look before.The first time was during one of the high-level departmental meetings, back when I was still working on the celebrity crisis case and Apollo had allowed me to sit in because part of the public relations strategy overlapped with executive decisions.One by one, each department manager stood up to present their reports, speaking confidently about sales growth, and performance charts. Some of them exaggerated their achievements in subtle ways, stretching percentages and polishing failures until they shone like successes. Others were so desperate for Apollo’s recognition that their voices trembled from trying too hard, and in their anxiety to impress him, they ended up making obvious mistakes. A few carefully chose their words, watching Apollo’s expression more than their own slides, adjusting their tone whenever his gaze sharpened or dulled.That day, I did not just listen to numbers. I studied people. I watched their body language, the way their hand

Grace The old reports described her in clinical, detached language, but the details were horrifying. It was said that she watched her classmates beg for their lives before she killed them, observing their fear with curiosity rather than emotion, and remorse. Her obsession with Apollo had never been normal. It was never love. It was possession.I wanted to speak, to say something, but for a brief second, no words came out.Sarah noticed.Her smile widened slightly, satisfaction flickering across her face as if she had finally regained control of the room.“What now?” she asked mockingly. “Surprised?”She tilted her head, her voice almost playful. “Were you expecting a tragic story? Maybe something about Apollo mistreating me? Maybe you wanted to believe he pushed me into this?”She let out a soft laugh.“If that’s what you were expecting, don’t. Apollo treated me very well. So well that, at some point, I almost forgot who I was and what I had done in the past.”I had never thought Ap

Grace I had never seen Apollo this angry in all the months I had known him, because most of the time he carried himself with an almost calmness that made it impossible to read what he was truly feeling, but right now there was no mistaking the emotion burning in his eyes. He was angry. No, he was furious. The kind of furious that destroyed everything in its path. It was understandable. Anyone would lose control in his position. I had been kidnapped, dragged away, nearly killed, and the person responsible was the woman who had once stood beside him as his ex wife. Wait… she was not even his ex-wife. Legally speaking, she was still his wife, because she had never been confirmed dead. The woman who had shattered him in the past, the woman whose memory had haunted him for years, was now standing in front of him with a gun in her hand and blood on the floor because of me. I looked at Apollo as he stood a few feet away, his arm extended steadily, his gun aimed directly at her. His expr

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. Anno