All Chapters of Sweet Submission: Love Me, Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

SkylarI opened my eyes slowly. My body still felt tired. My mind was full of blurry dreams and things I couldn’t quite remember.As I blinked away the sleep, everything started to become clearer.And then I saw Cole.He was lying right next to me, so close I could feel the soft warmth of his breath. But he wasn’t asleep. His eyes were open, quietly watching me.Once, being this close to him would have made me blush and feel warm. I would have smiled and maybe even shied away.But that warm feeling never came.Not today… not after last night.“Good morning,” I said in a low voice.Cole blinked and frowned a little. Then he sighed deeply.He reached out and gently moved a strand of hair from my face. “What’s wrong?” he asked.I shook my head, pulling away slightly. “Nothing.”I was about to turn and face the other side of the bed, hoping he’d let it go and just leave me alone. But he didn’t. He gently held my cheek before I could fully turn away from him, guiding me back to face him.O

Skylar“Mommy, I wanted some cookies, but Charlie ate it all!”“But you don’t even like cookies!”“That doesn't mean you should finish it all! I still want them!”I stood quietly, watching the two kids argue under the shade of a tall tree.The two children stood with scrunched-up faces and pouting lips, their arms crossed as they argued. One was a girl with pigtails, the other a chubby-cheeked boy with cookie crumbs still stuck on his shirt.Their mother, who was sitting beside them, was clearly used to their squabbles. She gave a tired smile and shook her head as she handed them a juice box each, trying to calm them down.I watched them from a short distance, my arms wrapped around myself even though the breeze was warm.Around me, the park was alive. Families everywhere. Kids running with kites. Parents calling their names. A dog barked somewhere near the swings. A group of friends played frisbee by the open field. Parents snapping photos. Everyone just looked… happy.I turned my he

Skylar I walked out of the apartment building slowly, feeling like all the strength in my body had left me. My eyes were heavy, my chest tight. I didn’t care if anyone saw the sadness or tears on my face. I couldn’t even pretend to be okay anymore.When I reached my car, I didn’t start the engine. I just sat there. My hands rested on the steering wheel, but my mind was somewhere else—lost, broken, confused. The tears continued to fall silently, one after the other, rolling down my cheeks. I wiped them away with the back of my hand, but they kept coming.I didn’t want to go home. Every corner of that place reminded me of Cole. His laughter in the kitchen, his shoes by the door, the scent of his cologne on the couch pillows. It would only make things worse.My thoughts shifted to my mother’s house. Maybe I could go there. But I quickly shook that thought off. She would ask too many questions. She’d want to know what was wrong. She would worry. And right now, I couldn’t handle her conce

ColeI wasn't expecting the sight that greeted me when I walked into the room. The moment my eyes landed on Skylar, I froze. She looked... breathtaking. Her skin seemed to glow, soft and smooth like silk under the dim lights. Her curves were perfectly hugged by the thin robe that clung to her shoulders, threatening to slip off. For a brief second, I forgot about everything else. She was stunning. Absolutely stunning.I stepped closer, and smiled. "You're beautiful," I murmured before pressing a gentle kiss to her neck. My hands instinctively reached for her waist, ready to pull her close. But then I paused. Something was off. Her body was stiff—not the way she usually melted into my touch.I pulled back slightly and studied her face. There was no sparkle in her eyes—just this dull, empty look. Cold. Distant. Nothing like the Skylar I knew.I stopped immediately, pulling back to study her face. "Sky... what's wrong?" I asked, my voice laced with concern.Her reply was strange, almo

ColeI took a slow sip of my drink, letting the alcohol slide down my throat. My eyes were staring blankly at nothing in particular.“What’s wrong with you?” I suddenly heard Jason's voice beside me.I turned to look at him. “What do you mean?”Jason shrugged, leaning back on his chair. “I mean… I came back to the city just a few hours ago. I called you out for a drink to catch up, but man, you’ve been completely out of it. What’s going on with you?”I sighed, leaning forward and resting my forearms on the table. “It’s nothing,” I muttered, then added in a low voice, “Nothing I can’t handle.”Jason gave me one of those looks. “Cole… it’s not like you to be this distracted. This bothered. What’s really eating you?”I exhaled deeply, gripping my glass tighter. A part of me wanted to brush it off, but another part was tired of keeping it all inside. Jason wasn’t just anyone—he’d been my friend for years. If there was anyone I could trust to listen without judging, it was him.I cleared m