All Chapters of Sweet Submission: Love Me, Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

EthanI didn’t even have time to catch my breath before my father’s iron grip clamped down on my arm.“Come with me,” he hissed angrily. My mother trailed behind us, her face pale as she tried to keep up with his long strides.He dragged me down the corridor, past a row of guest rooms, until he shoved one open and pushed me inside.The moment the door shut, he exploded.“What the hell were you thinking, Ethan?!” my father’s voice boomed. “Do you even understand what you just did out there?! On this day of all days?!”I stood there, silent.“You have ruined everything,” my father continued. “Everything this family stands for! Do you think I stood by you out there because I agreed with your stupidity?! No! I only did it to protect the Buckman name. To protect what little respect is left after your stunt!”His words cut deep, but I didn’t flinch. I just stared at him, my expression blank.“Answer me!” he shouted again. “What did you mean by saying you are no longer interested in the enga

SkylarI stepped out of my mother’s house with a heart that felt so much lighter than when I first stepped in earlier that morning.Talking to her, crying with her, and hearing her admit the truth about my adoption had been painful, but it had also washed away a heavy stone that I had been carrying inside my chest. I felt at peace.But my moment of peace was interrupted almost immediately. My phone began to ring the second I got to the car. Jason’s name flashed across the screen.He had been calling me since last night, but I ignored every call. I wasn’t ready to speak with him—not now, not after everything that had happened.The phone rang until it went silent. Then, after a few seconds, it rang again. Jason again. I closed my eyes, my patience snapping.Enough.Without hesitation, I pressed the option and blocked his number.I opened the car door and slipped inside, whispering to the driver, “Take me to the hospital. I want to see my father.”When the car finally stopped at the hosp

JasonI watched Skylar’s eyes fix on me, full of confusion. “What do you mean, Jason?”For a long moment, I couldn’t answer. My heart felt like it had carried this weight for too many years. I let out a slow breath, trying to steady myself as the past unfolded in front of me.“You were just two years old,” I began. “And I was six. We were in the garden… our parents were hosting a party, and there were so many people, laughter, music, noise. I told you we should play hide and seek. You were so little, Skylar, but you still listened to me. I told you to hide, and you did, with that sweet smile on your face. I thought I was being a good big brother, making you laugh, keeping you happy.”I paused, my chest heavy. My hands curled into fists at my sides as I went on.“I counted. I remember pressing my hands to my face and counting loud enough for you to hear. And when I opened my eyes, you were gone. I thought you had picked a clever hiding place, so I looked everywhere. Behind the trees, u

ColeI sat at the dining table, one hand scrolling through emails, the other holding my mug of coffee.The sound of soft footsteps on the stairs made me pause. I looked up and there she was—Skylar.“Good morning,” she whispered as she reached me, leaning forward to press a soft kiss on my lips.I couldn’t help but smile. “Good morning, honey. How did you sleep?”“Like a baby,” she replied with a small grin, sitting on the chair beside me.Just then, the kitchen door opened, and Ingrid stepped out, carrying a plate of freshly cut-up fruits. She set it gently in front of Skylar.“Good morning, dear. Here you go. Make sure you finish everything.”“Thank you, Ingrid,” Skylar said warmly.Ingrid gave a small nod before returning to the kitchen.I took a sip of my coffee and turned back to Skylar. “So… have you spoken with Jason?”Her hand paused halfway to the plate. She lowered the fork slowly, her eyes flickering away for a second before she gave a small nod.“Yes,” she said softly. “We

ColeI left my maternal grandfather’s house in anger. How could this be?! How could Father have lied to me all these years?I tightened my grip on the wheel as I drove, my jaw clenched, my thoughts spinning so violently that I barely noticed the streets I passed. Every turn of the road pulled me closer to the one place I knew I needed to be—the estate, my paternal grandfather’s house.I didn’t care about anything else in that moment. My mind screamed only one thing: answers. I needed answers.When I finally arrived, the butler stepped forward as always, bowing slightly, beginning to say something in his calm, rehearsed voice. But his words slipped right past me, lost in the storm inside my head. I didn’t wait for him to finish. I brushed past him as I stormed into the house.“Where’s Grandpa?” I demanded, not even glancing at the man.The air in the house smelled faintly of roasted meat and soup, and as I moved through the halls, I realized where he must be. My instincts carried me st