Sweet Submission: Love Me, Mr. Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 261 - チャプター 270

EthanThe moment the words left Cole’s lips: “Alright. Let us vote.”I couldn’t stop the slow, mischievous smile that spread across my face.This was it.Exactly what I had been waiting for.Cole had agreed to the very thing that would bury him alive. He had dug his own grave with his own proud, arrogant words, and now all that was left was for me to watch him lie down in it.I leaned back slightly in my chair, my heart racing with excitement. I could already see it; the looks on the directors’ faces when the votes tallied against Cole, the shift of power as they turned toward me instead. By the end of today, I wouldn’t just be the Buckman family’s bastard son. I would be the president of Buckman Corporation.The committee in charge of the electoral process moved quickly. They knew the seriousness of the moment. This wasn’t some small policy vote, or a casual meeting about profits. This was history.Two assistants wheeled in the electronic voting equipment, laptops already arranged fo

Cole I stared at Ethan. His face was pale, his body stiff, his hands gripping the arms of his chair so tightly I thought he might snap them. Did Ethan really think he could ever beat me? I would give him credit, though. He had gone far… further than I thought he could. He had spent so many resources, bribed directors, and twisted truths all to win votes against me. He had done his homework well, played his tricks, and for a moment, he almost made it seem he could topple me. But Ethan had forgotten one thing. I was not someone who had lived a soft life in a golden castle like he did. I had lived in the jungle… and survived. Ethan could never surpass me. And now, it was time for him to pay the price for his foolishness. I leaned forward, cleared my throat, and began to speak. “Gentlemen,” I said, “before this meeting goes any further, I need to address certain matter

JasonI came down the stairs and headed to the living room. My eyes landed on the people waiting for me. My parents sat on one couch, and Celeste lounged on the other couch, looking half-bored.The moment my mother saw me, she stretched her arms and let out a soft yawn. “Jason, why did you take so long upstairs? You’re the one who called us for this meeting, and now you keep us waiting? What’s this gathering all about?”Celeste yawned too, even louder, her hand barely covering her mouth. “It’s late, brother. Can we not drag this? I want to go to bed. I have a spa day tomorrow with my friends, and I need to wake up early.”I studied her face for a moment. So calm. So careless. I shifted my gaze to my parents and then back to Celeste.Finally, I cleared my throat. “First of all, I want to thank you both,” I said, looking at my parents. “I appreciate the fact that you took time to go see Skylar at the hospital. She told me herself how you ke

JasonDid I just hear right?The fall?For a moment, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even process what had just slipped from Celeste’s mouth.The blood in my veins ran cold. My mind screamed that it wasn’t possible, that maybe I had heard wrong, but my ears didn’t lie.Celeste had just admitted to plotting against Skylar. She just did!I forced myself to breathe. My hands curled into fists at my sides as I struggled to regain my composure. I couldn’t lose control now, not when everything I had worked for was finally unraveling.Taking a deep breath, I steadied my voice and asked carefully, “What exactly did you do, Celeste?”Her face was wet with tears, her whole body trembling as she sobbed. “I… I was scared, Jason. I was scared that Skylar would take my place in Father’s and Mother’s hearts. I thought… I thought if she came back into the family, if she gained their love again, I would lose everything. So I… I plan

EthanI sat on my bed, staring at the wall, unable to wrap my head around what was happening to me.Portugal? They were really sending me to Portugal?The word kept echoing in my head like a curse. It just didn’t make sense. I understood being punished, I understood being scolded, but exile? To another country? Away from New York, away from everything I knew? It was too much.The door creaked open, and I saw my mother step in. Her face carried the same tired sadness I had seen since morning. I stood up and went to her immediately.“Mother,” I said quickly, gripping her hands. “Tell me there’s hope. Tell me Father will change his mind.”She sighed heavily, then shook her head.“Damn it!” I muttered angrily. “But why, Mother? Why would he send me that far away? I know I messed up, but why Portugal? Why so distant? Why not somewhere closer to home?!”Her eyes were filled with a heavy kind of disappointment as she t