All Chapters of Sweet Submission: Love Me, Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

ColeI stepped inside the house and closed the door behind me. Margo was passing by with a pile of folded towels in her arms. I stopped her.“Margo,” I called. “What happened to the flowers in the garden? Why were they all destroyed? Didn’t Amelia plant them herself?”She flinched, avoiding my eyes. A nervous chuckle slipped from her lips. “Ah… I… um…” Her fingers fumbled with the towels as if trying to keep busy.Before she could finish her sentence, a soft, weak voice sounded from inside the bedroom.“Margo…”It was Amelia.Margo’s eyes widened slightly. “I—I have to go. Excuse me, Sir,” she said quickly and hurried toward the bedroom.I watched her leave, my brows slightly furrowed. But I didn’t think too deeply about the flowers. There were more important things on my mind. I walked toward the hallway where Reed was standing, going through his tablet, probably checking the house security systems.“Reed."He turned to me with a straight face. “Sir.”“I need you to make sure Amelia

I kept turning from side to side, pulling the blanket over my shoulders, then kicking it off again. Nothing worked. No matter how I positioned myself, sleep was far from my eyes. It felt like my brain just refused to shut down tonight.With a tired sigh, I finally gave up. I sat up on the bed, running my hands through my hair. My eyes slowly drifted to the other side of the bed—empty. Just like it had been when I first got into bed tonight. Cold and untouched.Sure, Cole had called me earlier, saying he would be working late because of some meetings. But no matter how much I tried to believe him, a part of me couldn't. Deep down, this voice kept whispering... What if he's with her? Again?I squeezed my eyes shut, pushing that thought away. But it didn't help. The ache in my chest only grew heavier. If sleep wouldn't come, maybe a warm drink would help.I climbed out of bed and went downstairs. As I stepped into the kitchen, I paused. There, sitting at the kitchen table, was Ingrid. Sh

Skylar I sat quietly behind the wheel, staring at the apartment complex in front of me. My fingers nervously tapped the steering wheel while my heart raced wildly inside my chest. “This is it?” Amber finally asked, her eyes scanning the building.I nodded slowly, then pointed towards the right side. “That one… third floor.”“Alright,” she said firmly. “Let’s go.”As we stepped out of the car, my legs felt heavier with each step I took. I didn’t even understand why my pace had suddenly slowed down. My mind was spinning, but I couldn’t figure out whether it was doubt, confusion, or… something else holding me back.Amber probably noticed but didn’t say anything. She just walked beside me.When we finally stood in front of the apartment door, Amber turned to me with a raised brow. “Go ahead. Knock.”I bit my lip, staring at the door like it was something dangerous. My chest tightened, and hesitation flashed through my eyes. My voice came out softer than I intended. “Amber, I… I don’t t

Skylar I stared at her.Amelia.In all honesty, I had expected something different before I came here. I had this image in my head, some twisted stereotype that had taken root the moment I heard she had worked at a strip club. I imagined someone seductive, bold, even brash. The kind of woman who walked into a room and made everything about her. I thought she would act proud, maybe wear flashy makeup or loud clothes. I imagined her being cold to us. Maybe even rude.But she was none of those things.Amelia looked calm. Quiet. She wore a plain blouse tucked into a soft-looking skirt. There was no makeup on her face, just a soft look of tiredness in her eyes. If I didn’t know better, I would have assumed she was a school teacher.Even when Amber spoke earlier with that sharpness in her voice, Amelia hadn’t responded in anger. She didn’t even blink. Her expression didn’t change.Then there was the doctor who had just left the apartment after we came in. He looked like he had been attend

SkylarThe moment the call ended, I turned the steering wheel and drove straight to the hospital. My hands were shaking. Amber kept glancing at me, her brows furrowed with worry."Are you okay?" she asked quietly."I don't know, Amber," I replied in a low voice.We didn’t talk much during the ride. The tension between us had faded a little, replaced by confusion and fear. Neither of us knew exactly what had happened to Amelia, but Cole’s furious call kept ringing in my ears.When we reached the hospital, My eyes quickly scanned the hallway, and that was when l we saw them.Cole and Xavier were waiting outside the emergency room.Amber and I froze.Cole looked like a completely different person. His suit was wrinkled. His hair was messy, like he’d been running his hands through it over and over again. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his jaw was clenched tight. He looked... worn out. Nothing like the calm and composed Cole I knew.Amber quickly made her way to Xavier, who wa