All Chapters of Sweet Submission: Love Me, Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ethan A few hours earlier… I sat by the window, the amber glow of whiskey in my glass catching the dim light as I swirled it absentmindedly. The cold air from the open window brushed against my face, but I didn’t feel it. My mind was too consumed by one thing: Skylar. I had sent people to search for her—many people. But no one had found a trace of her. It was as if she had disappeared completely, leaving no sign of where she could be. The more I thought about it, the more it gnawed at me. Who could hide someone so well? My people were the best. The Buckman family's influence was vast. How could they fail? Or worse, had someone with even greater power moved to shield her from me? I had gone from anger and fury, demanding answers, to... well, I wasn’t sure. Now, I felt calm—almost eerily calm—but only I knew that I hadn’t stopped searching. Not really. My feelings for Skylar, the way she slipped through my fingers, felt like a curse. On the nights when I couldn’t sleep, I would l

Skylar The ride home was silent. Too silent. Cole drove with his usual calm demeanor, his expression unreadable. I sat beside him, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, my heart hammering against my ribs. I stole glances at him from time to time, trying to gauge his mood, but his face remained impassive, giving nothing away. How long had he been standing there, just watching and listening to Ethan and I? Did he hear anything at all? I couldn't tell, and that terrified me. I wanted to say something. To casually ask a question that would help me gauge what he knew. But what if I phrased it wrong? What if I ended up revealing more than I intended? One wrong step, one slip of the tongue, and I could make an even bigger mistake. My throat felt dry, and my palms were clammy against my lap. I clenched my fingers together, willing myself to stay still. Cole, on the other hand, remained completely unfazed. His expression was calm, his posture relaxed as he drove. Not a single glanc

Skylar I frowned slightly, my eyes scanning the man who had just appeared in front of us. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t quite place his face. He was tall, messy black hair, a lazy grin that probably worked on some women—but not on me.Where had I known him from?His smirk faltered when he noticed my blank expression. His jaw tightened, and a flicker of frustration crossed his face. “You don’t remember me?” he asked in an angry voice. Amber let out a low chuckle, crossing her arms. “Wow, this is quite unexpected. Three years of chasing after Skylar, and she doesn’t even know who you are.” Three years? The realization clicked. Paul— he was one of the men I had rejected in the past. One of the many suitors I had long forgotten. “Oh,” I murmured, finally recalling. “It's you.”He stood with his arm lazily draped around a curvy blonde woman, his gaze sharp as he shot me a pointed look. That same undeniable air of arrogance clung to him, a reminder of one too many reasons I

ColeThe moment I stepped out of the meeting room, I let out a deep breath. That was exhausting. My friend, Justin, who had recently returned from overseas, and I, along with some board members, had been exploring a business opportunity to increase sales and expand our market presence.The meeting had taken long hours, but it had been successful.“Man, that was draining,” Justin groaned, rolling his shoulders as we exited the meeting room. “You could say that again. But I'm glad we could get everyone on board.”Justin smiled. “You’re right. Why don't we hit a bar and unwind? I really need a drink before I lose my mind.” I nodded, running a hand through my hair. “Fine. Let’s go.” We headed to one of the most exclusive bars in the city and settled in the VIP section, a place meant to keep people like us away from unnecessary attention. The dim lighting and soft music were meant to be relaxing, but

ColeThe drive home was quiet.Skylar sat beside me, her hands resting on her lap, eyes cast downward as if lost in thought. Amber and Justin had kept the conversation light at the bar, laughing to ease the tension after Paul’s humiliation, but Skylar had been different. She had stayed silent, only nodding absently when spoken to. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was on her mind.I let her be, not saying much myself.By the time we arrived home, I was already thinking about heading straight to my study. There were matters to take care of—important ones. But as I reached the stairs, a hesitant voice stopped me.“Cole… can we talk?”I turned around.Skylar stood there, her fingers slightly curled, her lips parting as if she wasn’t sure she should have spoken at all. There was something different in her expression—hesitation, maybe even guilt.I didn’t answer immediately, jus