All Chapters of The Painful Love: Let Me Go, Mr. Billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Skylar “Let’s break up.” “Why?!” “Just stop asking and let’s end it with dignity.” Just like that, he ended our three-year relationship with those three words on our third anniversary. I stared at the beautiful meal on the table, now cold—just like our relationship, which had once seemed perfect but was now lacking warmth. I decided to head to Neon Nights, the most famous bar, because of the high price of drinks and strict security, it was also the safest bar in the city. I couldn't help but smile bitterly. To think that the first time I indulged myself in my life was because I got dumped. I grew up carefully within the safety net of my mother all my life, and never crossed the line. The good thing was that my life had been smooth sailing so far; but the bad thing was that I was boring, not attractive enough, and couldn't even think of a way to release my emotions. I could only learn from those girls on TV and go to bars to get drunk. Even when getting drunk, I still had to cho

Cole Returning to the Buckman Corporation was inevitable. Since childhood, I’d been groomed for this—the long hours of training, the calculated lessons on how to outmaneuver enemies in a world where the weak are devoured. I learned early on that weakness had no place in my life, and I hardened myself accordingly. Smiling became unnecessary, and as for women throwing themselves at me? They were distractions, chasing the prestige of the Buckman name and fortune. Love was nothing but a vulnerability, and I had no intention of being weak. The warm water flowed down my shoulders, washing away the tension that had built up since my return. I stood under the stream, letting the heat soothe my muscles while my thoughts wandered. But the moment of calm didn’t last. A sharp knock at the door jolted me out of my haze. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I stepped out of the shower and walked toward the door. Opening it, I found Xavier, my secretary standing there, his usual composed expression

Cole I could feel the weight of her gaze even before I saw her. She was the same woman I had spent a fleeting night with at the hotel, and she was standing in front of me with wide, nervous eyes. Her legs wobbled slightly as she descended the stairs, looking every bit like she was about to fall. It was all I could do not to reach out, though I knew I’d only make it worse. Instead, I just watched, my face a mask of indifference as she regained her balance. The atmosphere seemed tense, and She wasn’t the only one who seemed to be struggling. I could see it in the way she nervously adjusted her clothes, trying to avoid meeting my eyes. It was clear she had no idea what I was thinking, just as I had no clue what she was thinking. But I did know one thing—I was furious. Furious that she had shown up here at my grandfather’s house, under these circumstances. Furious at the idea that she might have some ulterior motive, that she could be part of some scheme orchestrated by my stepmothe

ColeThe car ride back had been quiet. After signing the marriage agreement, I decided to take Skylar back to her home.Outside, the city lights flickered past in a blur, and I let myself relax against the driver’s seat, one hand on the wheel. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable. If anything, it felt like a quiet understanding had settled between us.But that peace shattered in an instant.The first thing I noticed was the faint haze in the distance. At first, I thought it was just fog rolling in, but then the acrid scent of smoke drifted into the car. My throat tightened, and my grip on the wheel instinctively clenched.Skylar noticed it too. She straightened in her seat, her fingers curling against her lap.“Do you smell that?” she asked in a low, concerned voice.I didn’t answer, my eyes locked on the thickening smoke ahead. The closer we got, the more obvious it became—this wasn’t just some small fire. This was something bigger. Then, as we turned the last corner, the scene unfolded

ColeThe bar was loud and lively, filled with the sounds of clinking glasses and laughter. People were talking, drinking, and enjoying themselves, but I wasn’t paying much attention. It had been a long time since I last saw my friends, and the moment they learned I was back in the country, they insisted on throwing a small celebration for my return. I sat with them, sipping my drink, feeling the familiar burn of alcohol in my throat. Across from me, my friends were engaged in a lively discussion, but I only half-listened, my thoughts drifting. "Still the same cold bastard," Adrian, one of them teased, nudging me with his elbow. "He's probably thinking about a multi billion contract even while drinking," Fred chimed in. I smirked, but I didn't argue as I took another sip of my drink, the familiar burn of whiskey trailing down my throat as I exhaled. They weren’t entirely wrong. A blonde woman slid into the seat beside me, her long manicured nails lightly grazing my arm as she