Sweet Submission: Love Me, Mr. Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Skylar I stayed in bed longer than usual, pretending I needed more sleep. But in reality, I was just avoiding Cole. After what happened last night, facing him felt impossible. My heart still raced when I thought about it—the weight of his body, the heat of his breath so close to mine, the way his lips had barely brushed against the corner of my mouth. Just thinking about it made my face burn. I groaned and pulled the blanket over my head. Maybe if I stayed here longer, he would have gone to work and I wouldn’t have to see him. I waited for a long time, before I finally got up and freshened myself before heading downstairs, telling myself that he must have left for work by now. I came to an abrupt stop at the bottom of the stairs. My eyes widened, and a soft gasp escaped before I could stop it. He was seated by the counter, casually scrolling through his tablet as if he had all the time in the world. Completely at ease. To my horror, Cole was still in the house. He wasn’t at

Skylar As expected, Amber nearly choked on her drink. “Wait, what?” I winced at her reaction, already anticipating the flood of questions. She appeared frozen, just gawking at me, probably waiting for me to laugh and tell her I was kidding. When she didn't get the reaction she was expecting from me, she exclaimed louder. “You—Skylar, you got married?! Are you kidding me right now? And you didn’t tell me?” Amber’s voice was sharp with disbelief as she gaped at me, her eyes wide with shock. She looked like I had just told her I was moving to another planet. “When did this happen? Is that why you suddenly grew distant? who did you get married to?” I swallowed, feeling my throat go dry. My fingers instinctively played with the hem of my sleeve as I hesitated. Glancing around to make sure there weren’t too many people around—because I knew how dramatic and loud Amber could be—I finally said, “Cole Buckman.” The moment the name left my lips, Amber’s jaw dropped. Her expres

Cole "How long do you plan to stay in my arms?" I asked in a cold tone. Skylar briefly met my eyes before quickly pulling away as she regained her composure. I'd just left the building where I went to see a business client when I saw Skylar heading toward the busy street. In an instant, a car came speeding down the road. I didn’t even think twice. I ran after her and reached her just in time. I grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the danger. The truck roared past us, and for a moment, my heart pounded with relief as well as anger. I couldn’t believe that Skylar would run into traffic like that. It felt as if she didn’t care about her own safety at all. Without wasting time, I carried Skylar into my car. As I pulled her inside, my eyes burned with both worry and anger. Did she even know how close she was to being hit by that truck?! The thought made my heart pound as my hand tightened on the steering wheel. She had no idea—no idea how one small mistake could have cost he

Skylar Ever since the incident at the restaurant, Cole hardly allowed me to go out. He arranged all kinds of etiquette training to ‘prepare me’ for the family dinner. But deep down, I knew that he was using these lessons as a way to stall me, keeping me too busy to have any time to go out. Days blur together, and I passed the time from one training session to the next, until the anticipated day was finally here. I was awoken early in the morning by a series of sounds coming from downstairs. Groggily, I got out of bed and made my way down, wondering what could be happening at this hour. As I stepped into the living room, I was met with a surprising sight: a group of people bustling about, each holding tool boxes or carefully arranged rows of clothes. The room was bustling with activity, and I could hear soft murmurs and the rustle of fabric everywhere. What in the world is going on?! I approached Ingrid and asked, “Ingrid, what’s all this about?” She looked up from what sh

A warm smile played on Vanessa's lips as she kept touching the necklace, but I wasn’t fooled. Her tone seemed light, almost playful, as she most likely asked about its origins, but her eyes told a different story—burning with greed. I noticed Skylar, silly as she was, so oblivious to Vanessa’s true intentions, and eagerly answering Vanessa's questions. She had no idea that the woman standing in front of her wanted nothing more than to rip that necklace off her neck. Skylar must have told her I was the one who gifted her the necklace because the next thing I knew, she turned to me. Vanessa’s expression shifted subtly, the mask cracking for just a second before she also glanced at me. Her smile tightened, her eyes cold. I raised my glass in silent amusement, watching as her irritation deepened. Vanessa could barely keep up the act. Her expression stiffened before she turned away abruptly, unable to maintain her composure. Without another word, she walked over to me. Her smile was