All Chapters of Sweet Submission: Love Me, Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

AmeliaThe moment I heard footsteps approaching, my entire body instantly tensed on instinct. I heard the rattling of keys for a few seconds before the door finally pushed open.I exhaled slowly when I saw who it was. “Gwen…”She stepped inside carrying a tray, the warm aroma of food drifting into the room at once, making my stomach growl loudly.She closed the door behind her and walked toward the small table against the wall.The moment the tray touched the table, I rushed toward it like a starving animal. There was rice, chicken, and even fruits. Actual fruits. I blinked at the plate, stunned. They usually fed me dry bread, watery soup, or tasteless slop that barely kept me alive.But today… this?My stomach rumbled so loudly I winced.I didn’t care why. I didn’t care how. I was too hungry to think or question anything yet. I picked up the spoon and shoveled a bite of rice into my mouth. The taste hit me; warm, real, actual food, and I almost groaned out of relief.I took a few mor

Amelia “Five million dollars from Mr. Ignacio Valverde! Do I hear six? Someone give me six!” the host’s voice boomed excitedly. My heart pounded violently in my chest. Ignacio Valverde. Of all people. Even through the thin veil covering my face, I lifted my head just enough to see him sitting comfortably in the front row—leaned back, legs crossed, a glass of champagne in his hand, smiling that sickening, knowing smile. The kind of smile a hunter wore when he already knew his prey had nowhere to run. My stomach twisted with disgust so sharp it almost made me retch. I felt the cold bite of the metal cuffs around my wrists and swallowed hard, my mouth dry. How could Lorenzo do this to me?! “Six million?” the host called again, louder this time. “Seven?” I silently watched as the bidders who had raised their paddles earlier began to hesitate. I could see it in their faces—even from behind my veil. Ignacio’s name alone made them uneasy. Some dropped out, most likely because they

XavierEarlier that same day…“That's quite impressive, Mr. Xavier,” Kane praised, tapping rapidly on his keyboard. The screen in front of him was flooded with charts, stock dips, and coded reports.I forced a smile. “Thanks.”But the moment he lowered his head, my smile faded.Nothing here was what I expected. Nothing.The brotherhood wasn’t just a wealthy network of powerful men with secret wealth and connections. No—this place was a den layered with lies, shadows, and darkness.After they had taken me away in that helicopter, they brought me into this hidden estate, more like a fortress, and introduced me to a man called Mr. White.He was the one who told me everything. He was the one who “oriented” me.Or… brainwashed me, I guess they assumed.I had walked in thinking I understood the brotherhood’s operations: illegal trades, manipulations, political influence, hidden hands guiding public decisions.Standard underground power games.But the truth?The truth was filthier. And far

ColeI kept pacing back and forth along the edge of the landing pad. My eyes kept drifting to the sky, scanning for the helicopter’s lights.It was almost dawn, and every few seconds I checked my watch. The night had stretched longer than any I had lived through. Too much had happened too fast; death, rescue missions, calls to lawyers, threats, arrests, so many things happening at once.But in all of it, the thing weighing on my chest the most at this moment was Xavier.I dragged a hand through my hair and exhaled for what felt like the hundredth time.Finally, I heard the distant thump of rotating blades.I froze in place, eyes locked on the helicopter descending toward the pad.And Xavier stepped out.I exhaled in relief when I finally saw him. He looked exhausted; drained, stiff, dirt smudged on his face, but he was alive… and that was all that mattered.I walked toward him while he did the same, hugging tightly like two brothers who had spent the whole night fighting different bat

Amber“Of what use are you to the family, Amber?!” Father began yelling angrily. “Tell me! What use? You can’t just do one single thing right!”I sat in front of my parents like a criminal waiting for judgment. Their eyes were cold… disappointed… almost disgusted, as if I were some prodigal child who had wasted their fortune and shamed the entire family. A part of me had always feared this moment, but another part; tired, aching, exhausted, had long expected it.“The Eurasian project,” he continued loudly. “Our company's golden chance was right there in front of you! Served to you on a platter of gold! All you had to do was make one sacrifice! Just one! Yet you let it slip away!”I clenched my fists so tightly my nails dug into my palms. The words I wanted to spit back were burning the back of my throat, but I forced myself to swallow them.He continued pacing, waving his hands in frustration.“As the heiress to this prestigious company, you can’t even complete a simple task?! A task