All Chapters of Sweet Submission: Love Me, Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

ColeI had just finished reviewing the final reports from the accountant and was halfway through the email attached to it when my phone rang. The screen lit up with Skylar's name. I picked it up without hesitation."Skylar," I said, leaning back in my chair."Hey, Cole," she responded in a soft voice. "I'm just about to leave the office. You told me to get off work early today, remember? You said you were taking me somewhere."I nodded, a small smile tugging at my lips. I had, indeed, made plans to spend the evening with her. Something low-key, just the two of us."I remember. I’m on my way. Give me twenty minutes."She laughed. "Alright. I’ll be waiting downstairs."I ended the call and closed my laptop. I rose from my chair, grabbing my keys and jacket as I moved toward the parking garage. But just as I opened the driver’s side door, my phone buzzed again.Margo.My brows furrowed as I answered. "Margo?"Immediately after I picked up the call, I heard her scared and shaky voice. "Ma

The first thing I heard was the soft ringing of my phone.I stretched slowly under the covers. The bed was warm, and I felt too lazy to move. I yawned, rubbed my eyes, and blinked at the sunlight coming in through the blinds.What time was it?The phone rang again on the nightstand, and I finally mustered enough strength to reach for it. I blinked at the screen.Amber.I swiped to answer, my voice groggy and thick with sleep. "Hello?"There was a pause before Amber spoke. Her voice was sharp. “Skylar… Is Cole with you?”She didn’t sound like herself. It wasn’t the usual playful irritation we sometimes had in our conversations. No—this was something else. Anger, maybe even worry. That got my attention fast.I sat up straighter, pulling the comforter around my chest. “What? Amber… what’s wrong?”There was a pause, like she was about to say something, then—The door suddenly opened.I looked up, startled, to see Cole walking in, carefully balancing a tray in his hands.“Cole?” I called o

Cole“We’re here,” I said, pulling the car to a smooth stop at the parking lot.Skylar turned toward me. “Thanks for the ride,” she said as she reached for the door handle.“Wait,” I said, leaning closer. “A kiss first. I need fuel to run today.”She chuckled, shaking her head in that amused way she often did when she thought I was being extra.“You’re unbelievable.”Still, she leaned toward me and pressed her lips against mine. But I caught her head gently, drawing her in deeper. Her scent filled my lungs, and her soft lips against mine made the world feel still for just a moment. When I let her go, she was breathless, a little flustered.“Have a great day,” I whispered, brushing a thumb over her cheek.She gave me a playful glare and opened the door. “You too, Mr. Fuel.”I watched her wave as she headed into her office building. My smile lingered until the glass doors swallowed her from view. The moment she disappeared, I frowned.I grabbed my phone and removed it from “Do Not Distu

Cole A few weeks had passed since the last meeting with the board concerning our Asia market expansion. And here I was again—sitting through another boardroom meeting, staring at a sleek screen filled with pie charts and projections about the expansion. The voices of the directors filled the room. “…We saw a six percent growth in the East Asian segment, particularly Korea and Malaysia,” someone said. I nodded faintly, pretending to follow. In truth, my mind was split. A part of me was present, listening, keeping a straight face… but another part—maybe the more restless part—was still circling the same thought I’d had for weeks: the man behind Eclipse Club. The real owner. The one who had bought Amelia and had been using her at Eclipse Club before I was able to finally rescue her. It was infuriating how he kept slipping through our fingers. Every direction we turned led to a dead end. It was as though he was made of smoke and shadows—untouchable. The club had been officially regi

SkylarI woke up with a sharp pain in my stomach. At first, I didn’t move—I just lay there, my eyes still adjusting to the darkness around me. The pain was dull at first, but then it came again—this time sharper. I pressed a hand over my belly, trying to breathe through it.Ugh.I should’ve known this would happen. Skipping lunch and dinner wasn’t smart—especially not with my condition. The doctor had once explained clearly that women with gastritis need regular meals or their stomach reacts badly. I had ignored that. I was just too tired earlier and thought sleeping it off would be better.“Dang it,” I muttered under my breath.I slowly tried to sit upright, hoping that shifting positions might ease the ache. Maybe if I could just get to the medicine cabinet... I moved an inch.Wrong move.A sudden jolt of pain shot through me like lightning. I couldn't help it—I cried out.The sound must have woken Cole.He stirred beside me and then shot up, fully awake in an instant.“Skylar? What