All Chapters of Sweet Submission: Love Me, Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

ColeThe music was loud. Laughter and chatter filled the club. Everyone around me seemed to be enjoying themselves. But me? I sat there in the VIP box, my thoughts far away from the stage in front of me.I was looking at the performance below, but I wasn't really seeing anything.Marcus sat beside me, clearly excited. "Isn't this place great?" Marcus leaned in, grinning. “I told you you'd like this place.”I looked at him, but I didn’t answer. He kept talking, excitedly chattering about how he looked forward to Scarlet Veil's performance tonight.“Man, I’ve been waiting to see her perform live,” he said. “The whole city’s obsessed with her lately. This is going to be good.”Marcus kept talking, but his voice slowly faded in my ears. It was like someone had turned down the volume of the world around me.My thoughts were elsewhere.Skylar.I was thinking of her.Even here, she was still the only thing on my mind. I’d already started mapping out the plan in my head. After the show, I’d

Skylar "We’re here, ma’am," the driver announced.I looked up from my phone, realizing I had barely noticed the drive. My thoughts had been scattered the entire way, tangled between half-finished tasks and designs. I let out a soft breath and gave the driver a small, appreciative smile. "Thank you."As I stepped out of the car, I tightened my coat around me and headed inside. The bar was stylish and cozy, filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and murmured conversations over low music.I looked around, scanning for a familiar face. Where was Amber?She was the one who had asked for this outing. She’d called last week, half-joking and half-pleading about how I had become a phantom—always busy, never around. Yet here I was. And she was nowhere in sight.I sighed and reached into my purse for my phone, already scrolling to her contact when I heard a voice behind me."Took you long enough," Amber said, grinning as she popped up behind me like a mischievous spirit.I laughed, turning a

ColeI dialed a number and waited."Get the apartment and the doctor ready. I'm on my way," I instructed as soon as the call connected."Yes, sir," the voice on the other end responded without hesitation.I ended the call, tossed the phone on the passenger seat, and shifted the gear into drive.As I drove, from time to time, my eyes shifted to the rearview mirror, just to check on Amelia. soon, I noticed her head had drooped gently to one side. She had fallen asleep.Her breathing had softened. But even in her sleep, she looked lost—like someone who didn’t quite believe she was safe yet.The drive felt longer than usual. My thoughts kept circling back to everything that had led to this moment, to how fate had dragged Amelia back into my life when I least expected it.When we pulled into the underground garage of the apartment complex, I got out, opened the back door, and gently tapped her shoulder."Amelia," I said softly. "We’re here."She stirred at the sound of my voice. But the se

AmeliaThe wind brushed softly against my skin as I stood on the balcony. I wasn’t looking at anything in particular, just staring ahead.The green trees stretched into the distance, swaying gently, birds flying past now and then. I could smell the fresh air—clean, pure, and light, nothing like the smoke, perfume, and alcohol that filled the club I had once been trapped in.Everything here was so quiet, so peaceful. There were no loud club beats pounding into my skull, no strobe lights flashing into my eyes. No one had tried to touch my body since I got here, tried to kiss me, or throw money at me like I was a prostitute. Here, people actually respected me. They treated me like a human being.It felt strange. Strange but good. I couldn’t remember the last time I had this kind of calm. No rush, no fear, just the sound of the wind and the trees. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, letting the peace sink into my bones."Miss Amelia," Margo's soft voice came from behind me. "Breakfas

Amelia"The mind is like a garden, Amelia," Dr. Lydia, who sat beside me said. Her soft voice was supposed to be comforting, I suppose, but it only made me bored and sleepy."If you plant the right seeds and tend it regularly, it flourishes. But when trauma is left unattended, weeds take over, choking out all healthy thoughts."I yawned, loud enough that it made the psychologist stop talking for a brief second. I didn’t miss the way her pen paused on the notepad in her lap, the way her perfectly glossed lips pressed together before she turned to me, her eyes calm but slightly irritated.I blinked slowly, my eyes wandering to the clock on the wall. Only fifteen minutes had passed? Great. Another forty-five minutes of this torture."Is there something you’d like to share, Amelia?" she asked, setting her notepad aside slightly.I shook my head, adjusting the throw pillow behind me. "No. Please continue, Dr. Lydia."Dr. Lydia smiled a little, a gentle, understanding look that made my skin