Semua Bab Sweet Submission: Love Me, Mr. Billionaire : Bab 81 - Bab 90

SkylarThe past few days rushed by like a blur. With each ticking second, the pre-launch event for the biannual collection drew closer. I could feel the pressure mounting, but I didn’t let it weigh me down. Instead, I poured myself into my work with everything I had. This wasn’t just another jewelry design for me—it has to be the one. I wanted to create something that would leave a mark, something timeless, something people would talk about long after the event.I barely had time to look up from my work, but now and then, I caught glimpses of Ethan around the company. He still worked here, obviously, but ever since Mrs. Popeye, the sharp-eyed and all-business representative from the headquarters, had arrived to oversee things, Ethan had completely backed off. He no longer came close, never tried to chat or talk to me outside work hours, and most importantly, he couldn’t interfere with my work anymore. That alone gave me peace of mind.Finally, I could breathe. With Ethan out of the

Skylar"Skylar McLair."Ethan's voice was calm, but each word felt like a slap across my face. "The entire board of directors and I are very disappointed in you."I turned toward him as my heart began to race. There was a pin-drop silence in the room, the kind that only came before a storm.He sat there, his expression unreadable as he announced in a cold voice,"As the managing director of this company, I cannot—will not—tolerate this injustice. For stealing and presenting your colleague's work and attempting to pass it off as yours, you will be removed as the lead designer for this event."The floor beneath me felt like it gave way. But he didn’t stop there."Additionally, for bringing the company this kind of shame and disgrace, you will be stripped of your position as the Senior Creative Manager, and Ivana, in turn, will become the acting Senior Creative Manager."No. No, this can't be happening."What?! Ethan, no! You can't do that! She's lying!" I finally managed to scream, my v

SkylarI wasn’t in the mood for work. Not even close. As I pulled my hair into a messy ponytail and grabbed my blazer off the chair, I couldn’t help but ask myself,‘Why is my life always like this?’One moment, I feel like I’m finally standing on solid ground—things look bright, hopeful, even exciting—and the next, it all comes crashing down again. Like a wave that pulls you in and then slams you into the rocks. I was so tired of it. Tired of the ups and downs. Tired of the people who kept hurting me.After my confrontation with Ivana yesterday, I had to admit that her betrayal hurt me more than I cared to admit.I couldn't even think straight and had to march right over to Ethan’s office, ready to face him too. I didn’t care about the rumors swirling through the company. Let them talk—I wanted answers. But when I got there, I was told Ethan had already left the company.Great. Just great.And of course, with his exit, the office gossip only got worse. The whispers had returned like

SkylarI sat across from Tara in her office, knees slightly pressed together, hands clenched in my lap.It took me a while to gather myself and recollect my thoughts after I left Ethan's office.That scumbag honestly thought that after everything he'd done to me, I would still go back to him? Was he drunk or sick in the head to think I would go to him?Asshole!After regaining my composure, I went to see Tara just as she had instructed… and here we are now.Tara leaned forward, arms resting on her desk as her eyes pierced through me. “Skylar,” she began, her tone unusually direct, “I want you to be honest with me. Did you really have anything to do with Ivana’s work?”I took a quiet breath, then met her gaze. “Yes... but not in the way people are thinking.”Tara raised a brow but didn’t interrupt. So I explained.“A few months ago,” I began, “Ivana helped me when I had issues with my computer. Someone had tampered with my computer and had deleted the tasks I was meant to deliver to yo

IvanaI could feel my heart thudding against my chest like a warning drum, but I kept repeating the words in my head.STICK. TO. THE. STORY.I’d rehearsed this moment in my head a thousand times. My story was perfect. I had crafted every word, every detail. If I didn’t waver, if I didn’t panic, then there was no way anyone could pin anything on me. No matter how many times they asked me, no matter how hard they tried to shake me—I’d hold firm. I had to.The door creaked open. A woman in a black suit stepped in and gave me a nod. “They’re ready for you, Miss Ivana.”I swallowed hard, squared my shoulders, and forced a calm smile as I followed her into the presentation room.Tara was there, eyes sharp and cold. Mrs. Roberts sat beside her, unreadable as always. And then there was him—the head of the special forces sent from HQ to investigate this matter.He stood tall, dressed neatly in a navy suit, his expression almost too pleasant.“Miss Ivana,” he greeted with a smile. “Thank you fo