Todos los capítulos de Sweet Submission: Love Me, Mr. Billionaire : Capítulo 251 - Capítulo 260

Cole“Another shot of Jameson,” I muttered to the bartender, my voice rough.The man gave me a quick glance, nodded, and reached for the bottle. A few seconds later, he slid the glass in front of me. I picked it up, tossed it back in one go, and welcomed the sting as it burned down my throat.But no matter how strong the drink was, it did nothing compared to what I felt inside. My heart ached like someone had shoved a fist inside and twisted it.I ran my hand over my face, tired, frustrated, angry at myself. I couldn’t even understand what was going on anymore.My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw Grandpa’s name on the screen. I pressed the side button and set it on silent. I couldn’t talk to him. Not tonight. Not with my head in this mess.A sudden sound of laughter drifted from my left. I turned and saw a man and woman sitting close together at the bar. They clinked their glasses, smiling wide, their laughter filling the air.For a second, I froze, staring at them.

JasonGrabbing my car keys from my lampstand after getting dressed, I headed downstairs.I could hear the sound of soft chatters from the dining room. When I stepped in, I saw them: Celeste sitting there in her silky robe, looking perfectly comfortable, while my parents sat across from her, enjoying their breakfast.I slowed for a second, watching them laugh. My chest tightened. How could they sit there smiling, acting like everything was fine, when Skylar was lying in the hospital?I forced my voice to be calm as I finally got to the dining room and greeted them. “Good morning.”Father looked up briefly and gave me a short nod. I was already halfway out the door when Mother’s voice stopped me.“Jason,” she called out warmly. “Won’t you sit and have breakfast with us?”I froze mid-step. Breakfast? She could actually talk about breakfast? The anger that I had been trying to bury began to rise. Slowly, I turned back to them.“Breakfast?” I repeated quietly, walking back toward the table

Skylar“Sometimes the mind plays tricks on us when grief gets too heavy,” Ms. Bennet, my psychologist, said in her calm, soft voice.She adjusted her thick-rimmed glasses and folded her hands over the notepad on her lap. “It convinces us that we are guilty or that we should blame others for the pain we’ve suffered. One way to overcome postpartum depression is to separate what is real from what is triggered by grief. Breathing exercises, journaling, and guided reflections can help.”I sat on the hospital bed, back pressed against the pillow, arms crossed. My eyes weren’t really on her, though. I was staring past her, at the small window on the far wall, wishing I was somewhere else. Her words felt heavy and meaningless to me.But I didn’t have a choice except to sit here and listen. Cole had arranged this whole thing, as if bringing in some stranger to tell me how to think would fix me. As if my pain, my anger, my loss could be explained away in neat little words like 'depression'.I w

Celeste“Pick up your damn phone!” I muttered angrily, pacing back and forth in my bedroom.Where the hell did she keep her phone?I had already called her more than ten times, but Amelia wasn’t picking up her calls!Each time the line rang and went dead, my anger boiled hotter inside me. Didn’t she know I wouldn’t be calling her if it wasn’t for something very important? Didn’t she understand that things were starting to slip out of my control?“Hello,” she finally answered in a lazy tone as if my call was bothering her.I didn’t even care at the moment and began speaking almost immediately.“Amelia! What the hell is wrong with you? Why didn’t you pick up your phone? I’ve been calling you nonstop!”Her tone on the other end was irritatingly calm, almost bored, like she couldn’t be bothered.“And what exactly is the problem, Celeste? Didn’t we agree we would limit communication until the whole Skylar incident is finally over and swept under the rug?”I clenched my jaw. The way her voi

ColeI stood in the corridor outside Skylar’s ward, eyes fixed on the man in front of me. Keith, the head of security, stood with his back straight, his hands clasped behind him. His face was calm, but his eyes shifted uneasily under the weight of my glare.“Explain to me,” I questioned sharply. “why Ethan was allowed into my wife’s ward.”“Apologies, sir. I wasn’t given any specific instructions to prevent Mr. Ethan from visiting Mrs. Buckman, but I made sure the door was slightly ajar during his visit, and I personally monitored the entire time he was inside.”My jaw tightened, and I stepped closer. “Keith,” I said firmly, “I don’t want that man anywhere near my wife. Not to talk, not to sit, not to breathe the same air as her. Do you understand me?”Keith bowed, his voice low. “Yes, sir.”“Good,” I muttered coldly. “Return to your post. I’ll deal with this myself.”He then turned and walked briskly down the hall, leaving only me and Xavier behind.Xavier, who had been silent until