All Chapters of Sweet Submission: Love Me, Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Skylar I was at my desk when Ivana poked her head in, pulling on her blazer. “You sure you’ll be fine on your own?”I looked up at her, trying to mask how tired I was. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I don’t want to risk running into any reporters outside yet. Some of them are really quite good at hiding, interested in ruining other people's lives.”My mind drifted back to when my father's company got bankrupt. It was hell dealing with those nosy reporters that didn't care to actually find out the truth; only interested in getting something to gossip about you.Ivana crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe, clearly not convinced. “Are you sure? It’s past six already, and you barely left your office today. Should I order take outs for you? You barely ate anything throughout today, giving me the excuse that you aren't hungry.”“Don't worry, Ivana , I'll be fine. Besides, I didn’t get anything done this morning. I was too wired up,” I said, shrugging. “I need to focus. I just… need to wo

SkylarWe entered the elevator in silence. Cole stood just behind me, close enough that I could smell his cologne. I was happy that he was here with me, but after everything that had happened today, it dawned on me that I wasn’t even sure how I was going to explain the whole incident to him when we were finally alone. Once we stepped into my office, I moved quickly to take out the meal from the bag, trying to keep my hands busy.Cole sat silently, watching me with that same unreadable expression that always made me feel like he could see straight through me.I set everything in place carefully, portioning the food, handing him a plate and cutlery. “Here,” I said softly.“Thanks,” he replied, his voice low, calm, almost warm.We began eating in silence. The soft sound of utensils and the occasional sip filled the room. But my mind was somewhere else.Every now and then, I found myself stealing glances at him. His face looked calm, unreadable. That same calmness made it harder for me

SkylarI stood there, stunned.My heart was pounding so fast, I could barely hear the sounds around me. Ethan's words kept ringing in my ears. "Skylar McLair is now officially promoted to the position of Senior Creative Manager."What did he just say?For a moment, I honestly thought I misheard him. When he started with the dismissal—announcing I would no longer be the junior creative manager—I wasn’t shocked. I even expected it. This was Ethan after all. Petty revenge was his favorite game. I braced myself for some cruel demotion, a transfer, or a public humiliation.But a promotion?Senior Creative Manager?And the lead for the entire biannual product line presentation?That was... insane. And he was just standing there, looking so smug, grinning like a fool who thought he’d just handed me the world on a silver platter.I wanted to shake him right there. To ask him what the hell he was thinking of giving me a promotion just when we were still recovering from a misunderstood scandal?

SkylarI stared blankly at the screen in front of me, my fingers resting on the keyboard but not moving at all. My body was there—sitting at my desk, dressed in work clothes, staring at data I couldn't process—but my mind was far, far away.Since the promotion announcement in the conference room, I felt like a ghost. Whispers followed me like shadows. Stares burned my back. Conversations fell silent the moment I walked into a room. And above it all, Ethan’s smug face lingered in my memory like a scar I couldn’t stop touching.I should have stayed strong. I should have ignored it all and focused on work. But it was so hard to focus when every time I blinked, I saw his eyes—that look of smug victory in the conference room. It made my stomach twist with dread—and a deep, pulsing anger.Ivana never came to check on me… as expected. Rather, she kept her distance, and I never saw her around.My phone suddenly rang.I blinked and looked down. Mom.My heart sank. Slowly, I picked it up and an

Skylar I was buried beneath my pillow, trying to drown out the morning light and the buzz of reality that I wasn’t ready to face. My phone had rung three times now, vibrating furiously on the nightstand, but I had no intention of picking it up. I just wanted to stay in bed. Forever, if possible.Work? That was a word I didn’t want to hear.The events of the past few days had worn me out. The promotion—if I could even call it that—felt like a punishment. My colleagues looked at me differently now. No one smiled at me in the hallways. Whispers always followed me wherever I went. Even the work atmosphere felt choking and suffocating, to the point that I couldn't really concentrate anymore.How could I work in such a toxic environment?This morning, I decided enough was enough. I wasn't going back to that office anymore.I pulled the blanket tighter around me, ready to resume sleeping when the door suddenly creaked open."Skylar?" Ingrid's voice came in soft, almost coaxing. "Aren't you