All Chapters of Sweet Submission: Love Me, Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

JasonI fastened the strap of my wristwatch and adjusted it over my wrist. The day ahead of me wasn’t one I was looking forward to, but it had to be done. I had put it off long enough. Cole needed to know everything, and after that, both of us would decide what would happen next and the next step to take.I pushed open the door of my room and stepped into the hallway. I had barely taken three steps when I heard a faint voice behind me.“Brother…”I stopped. My jaw tightened as that weak, pitiful, annoying tone reached my ears. I didn’t even bother to turn.“Weren’t you asked to remain in your room?” I asked coldly.Behind me, there was a shaky sniff. I finally turned. Celeste stood there, her face pale, her eyes red and wet with tears… typical Celeste.Her lips trembled as she whispered, “Please, brother… I came to beg you one more time. I know I disappointed you, and I also know you’re angry with me. But… I don’t want to go to jail.”I stared at her for a long moment, unmoved by the

Cole“Cole?” Amelia's eyes widened in surprise immediately she opened the door and saw me. “I didn't know you were coming.” She moved aside quickly, ushering me in. “Come in, please. Is everything okay?”I walked past her into the living room. The smell of fresh coffee lingered in the air. On the table were a few magazines and a half-finished cup. “How’s Skylar?” she asked quickly, shutting the door and following me. “Is she… is she doing okay? Is the therapy helping her recover? I’ve been so worried.”I stared at her. This was someone I had taken as family, protected her and provided her with nothing but the best. She sounded all concerned about Skylar, but behind her soft voice, behind those questions, I kept hearing Jason’s words. The money transfers. The evidence. Why?Why would Amelia do this?I thought back to the time she had shown Skylar those pictures and videos of me with Luciana. Had her goal always been to

Skylar“You have to watch her closely,” Dr. Nathaniel said. “No late nights, no stressful conversations, no work and no overthinking. Skylar needs peace of mind more than anything. Her body has gone through trauma, but her mind…” he paused, adjusting his glasses, “…her mind must heal too. Limit visitors. Give her nutritious meals. And most importantly, listen when she wants to talk.”Mother nodded like a student before her teacher. “Of course, Doctor. We will follow every instruction, one after the other. Not a single thing will be missed. I promise you that.”Cole, who had been standing beside her with his arms folded, stepped forward and shook the doctor’s hand. “Thank you, Dr. Nathaniel. Really. Thank you for everything you’ve done for my family.”I managed a small smile. “Thank you, Doctor.”In my heart, I was just glad this would be the last time I would hear his lectures inside this white, cold building. I was finally leaving this h

Cole When I got back home from the office, I was completely worn out; body, mind, soul. The entire day had been one long blur of work, meetings, and calls, but it wasn’t the paperwork that drained me the most. It was Jason. The quarrel we had earlier in the morning still troubled me. Jason had no idea how hard this was. No idea of the sacrifices I was making. He thought everything was simple… hand the evidence to the police, watch Amelia get investigated, done. But nothing was simple about this case. It went deeper than he could even imagine. It wasn’t just about Amelia. There were other strings, other shadows, things that had to be handled carefully. One wrong step, and all of it would fall apart. I had managed, barely, to calm him down, to convince him to give me a little more time before running off to the police himself. It hadn’t been easy at all, and I knew I had to act even faster. As I

Skylar The keys felt like a lifeline in my hand. My heart pounded loudly as I stepped toward the door. The lock clicked softly when the key turned, and I froze, listening for any footsteps outside. Nothing. Just silence. Slowly, I opened the door and stepped into the hallway. For the first time in three suffocating days, I was free from that room. I forced myself to stay quiet, tiptoeing toward the staircase. At the base of the stairs, I stopped. My eyes darted toward the front door. I thought of going through it, but I knew Cole’s guards were there. He may even have instructed them not to let me leave. I bit down hard on my lip, thinking of what to do. Then Ingrid’s words flashed in my mind. The servant’s quarters… the broken door… fewer guards. Of course. Ingrid. That wise, old woman! Without wasting another second, I turned away from the front doo