Sweet Submission: Love Me, Mr. Billionaire
Skylar would become the shining daughter, and I would fade into the background.
Never.
I left my room and walked down the long hallway to my father's study. I needed to speak with him.
As I approached the door, I raised my hand to knock—but froze when I heard voices inside.
“…maybe it’s time we reach out to her,” my father’s deep voice was saying. “She’s still our daughter, no matter what. She may have been away for years, but she’s back now. We should at least speak with her.”
My chest tightened, and I pressed my ear closer to the door.