Semua Bab Sweet Submission: Love Me, Mr. Billionaire : Bab 181 - Bab 190

AmeliaI stood by the window, staring at the quiet street outside. The house was so empty now. Cole and Skylar had both left for work earlier. I listened carefully to make sure Ingrid was busy in the kitchen. When I was sure no one was near, I took out my phone.I dialed my friend, Caro, a reporter who always loved a good gossip. She picked up on the first ring."Hey," I said sweetly. "I have something interesting you might like."Caro giggled on the other side. "Tell me, Amelia. You know my ears are already itching to know.""Oh, it’s very good," I whispered, lowering my voice. "Something about Cole Buckman and Skylar McLair being in a fake, contract marriage.”“What?! Are you serious, Amelia? But how could that be?”“Think about it, Caro. Why do you think a billionaire like Cole Buckman would marry someone so simple and mediocre like Skylar? It's obvious he clearly just wanted something from her and hence, a contract marriage was formed. I don't really know the details, but I'm cert

ColeThe moment Amelia walked out of the office, I leaned back in my chair, my eyes trailing after her figure until she was completely out of sight. I turned towards Xavier, who was standing by the window, tapping away on his tablet."Do you think it’s safe for her to come out like this?" I asked. "The owner of the Eclipse Club is still searching for her, isn't he?… making a public appearance like this could cause problems."Xavier paused and looked at me. He closed his tablet slowly before speaking."From what I could gather, it seems like the searches for Amelia have been minimized. Almost completely. It seems like whoever was behind the search has backed off. I haven’t seen any movement or heard anything from their end in a while."I frowned, confused. That didn’t sound right. I thought the Eclipse Club owner wasn’t someone to give up so easily, especially after what happened. Still, if Xavier said things were quiet, then maybe it was fine… at least for now."Even so," I muttered,

SkylarI finally headed home after Amber's insistence.When I alighted from the car, I didn’t even get the chance to take a deep breath before I saw Cole waiting for me. He stood right in front of our house, arms crossed, looking so angry and furious… like he had swallowed a frog.I wasn’t surprised. I had ignored all his calls. I didn’t want to hear his voice after everything that happened at his office.The moment Cole saw me, he marched towards me. “Where were you, Skylar? Why weren’t you picking my calls?”I ignored him and tried to walk past. I wasn’t in the mood for any more drama today. But Cole wasn’t planning to let me off that easy. He grabbed my arm, holding me back.“Don't walk away from me; I'm asking you a question.”“Let go of me,” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended.I turned to face him, my eyes burning with anger. “Haven’t you done enough already? What more do you want from me? Do you want me to cause more problems for you since ‘your’ Amelia isn't the proble

AmeliaIt was finally the weekend and I couldn’t stop smiling. I stood in front of my mirror, brushing my long hair gently. My heart felt light for the first time in days. After everything that happened two days ago, the house had become so tense. I could feel the tension each time I walked past the halls. No one laughed anymore. No one even smiled.I smiled to myself as I applied some lip gloss. Everything was falling perfectly into place. I had worked hard to create this distance between Cole and Skylar, and now it was happening. They could barely stand each other. I could finally relax a little, enjoy my weekend, and reward myself.I stood up and walked towards my wardrobe, pulling out the clothes I had been saving for today. A short, skin-tight red dress hugged my curves perfectly. The neckline dipped low, showing off just enough cleavage to tease but not reveal too much. The thin straps barely held the dress up, and the short hem showed off my smooth legs. I slipped into a pair o

EthanAs I drove through the gates of my stepfather's house, I let out a long sigh and stared ahead at the mansion, trying to calm the frustration building in my chest. My life had started to feel like a loop—boring, predictable, and suffocating.Lately, everything felt off. There were too many conversations about the engagement—the themes, cake flavors, guest lists. It was as if the world had pressed a fast-forward button and I was being dragged along against my will. I didn’t want to get married. Not yet. Hell, I just wanted to press pause. Or better yet, postpone everything for another ten years.But I knew it was for my own good, and I couldn't really back out now.I sighed as I parked and stepped out. My mother had asked me to stop by a few days ago… saying it was important. I guessed she wanted to discuss more engagement plans, so I kept postponing her. But today, I just decided to come see her after much insistence from her.The moment I walked in, I was greeted by the butler,