Semua Bab Sweet Submission: Love Me, Mr. Billionaire : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Skylar I ignored the ringing phone for the hundredth time. Ethan. Again. The name flashing on my screen made my stomach turn. I clenched my fists, taking a deep breath to control my emotions. For days, he had been calling relentlessly. I had blocked his number once, but he simply found new ones to reach me. Why was he doing this? What more did he want after everything he had done? I turned my phone face-down on the table and focused on my work, trying to drown out the thoughts clawing at my mind. But the phone rang again. And again. And again. I gritted my teeth angrily. After countless calls, I finally snapped. I grabbed the phone and answered sharply. “What do you want, Ethan?” A pause. Then, a chuckle—soft, familiar, but no longer comforting as it used to be. “Skylar,” he said, my name slowly rolling off his tongue. “Finally.” “I don’t want to hear from you. Stop calling me,” I said coldly. He sighed, as if I were the one being unreasonable. “I just want to t

Cole Stepping into the Buckman estate felt like walking straight into the past…Nothing had really changed. Except for me. I straightened my cuffs, stepping into the dining hall where the familiar figures of my father and Vanessa, my father's wife, were waiting for me. "You're back," Vanessa greeted with a gentle smile, but her eyes carried none of the warmth her voice pretended to hold. "We were just talking about you." I sat down, my lips curling into something polite, something unbothered. "How thoughtful of you." My father barely spared me a glance before focusing back on his plate. His silence spoke volumes. Vanessa, however, leaned in just slightly, her voice coated in a sweet voice. "You’ve been away for so long, Cole. We were beginning to think you wouldn’t return at all." She tilted her head, trying to fake a sympathetic smile. "You must’ve been so busy abroad. No family to visit, no home to return to… That must’ve been difficult." I smirked. "Not as difficult a

I left the restaurant feeling dazed, my mind consumed by Cole Buckman’s words. “I want you to be with me. To live with me.” Did Cole Buckman really offer a marriage proposal to me or had I been hallucinating? As soon as I got home, I grabbed my laptop and searched for information on the Buckman family. My fingers trembled slightly as I typed. I had grown up hearing about their wealth and influence, but I had never paid much attention to their inner workings. Countless articles flooded my screen, but one in particular caught my eye. "The Buckman Heir Tradition—A Marriage Requirement?" I clicked on it, my pulse racing. The article speculated that for generations, every Buckman heir had been married before taking over the family empire. It wasn’t an official rule, but it was a deeply ingrained tradition. Those who failed to comply had either been stripped of their inheritance or mysteriously disappeared from the public eye. So Cole had been telling the truth. Despite being t

Cole The car ride back was silent. After signing the marriage agreement, I planned to take Skylar home, but a work call forced me to leave. I dropped her at a café for breakfast before heading to the office. Hours later, when I was finally free, I grabbed my keys to pick her up—only to find her phone unreachable. Frowning, I drove to her house, but nothing could have prepared me for the sight ahead. Thick, black smoke curled into the sky, rising ominously from the direction of her house. A chill ran down my spine. My grip tightened around the steering wheel as dread clawed at my stomach. Slamming my foot on the accelerator, I rushed toward the scene. As I got closer, the acrid stench of burning wood and fabric filled my nostrils. The smoke grew denser, seeping into the car, stinging my eyes. I barely registered the burning sensation as I focused on the fire ahead. Skylar’s house was engulfed in flames. Fire trucks and police cars crowded the street. Onlookers stood in cluster

Cole I hadn't expected my remark to provoke such a strong reaction from Skylar. She misunderstood me, but I didn't bother to explain. I never ate breakfast at home—it simply wasn't a habit of mine. But I let her believe whatever she wanted. At least she had the energy to be upset, to argue, to vent her frustration. It meant she was recovering from yesterday’s events, regaining the fire I saw in her when she yelled at me. That was a good sign. I watched her glare at me, her lips pressed together in defiance, and for some reason, I found it amusing. I felt an unexpected tug at the corner of my mouth—a smile forming before I even realized it. How odd. But as my car approached the company building, the amusement faded, replaced by the cold, detached expression I usually wore. There was no room for warmth in the world I had to navigate. I had work to do. Xavier stood by the company door, already waiting for me. Immediately I got to him, I asked in a serious tone. “Are you ready?” “Y