로그인Salome’s POV
"Did you really need another one, or did you leave all your others in Portia’s closet?"
The question hung in the air, sharp and cold. Barnabas stood by the couch, his hand still hovering near the navy blue garment bag. He looked like I’d slapped him. I didn't stay to watch his reaction. I grabbed the suit, tucked it under my arm, and headed straight for the stairs. My heart hammered against my ribs, but I kept my back straight. I didn't look back,
Salome’s POV“Barnabas, do you have something to add to the conversation?”Jeremiah asked the question with a calm that felt like a blade. He took a slow sip of his tea, his eyes tracking Barnabas over the rim of the porcelain cup. He looked bored. Caspian had just spent ten minutes pleading his case, pouring out a desperate pitch that Jeremiah seemed to ignore entirely. My boss had a way of making powerful men feel like they were auditioning for a role they had already lost.Barnabas didn’t answer right away. He sat there, his body rigid. I could feel the heat of his stare from across the table. Every few seconds, he flicked a sharp, hateful glance my way. He was vibrating with a kind of silent fury that usually ended in a broken nose or a shattered glass.Jeremiah didn’t rush him. He just set his cup down without making a sound. He was waiting for the pride of an Alpha to crack.I leaned over and signalled the waiter
Salome’s POV“Our Alpha is under the weather today, so he really should not be drinking,” I said, my voice steady despite the frantic thumping in my chest. “I will be more than happy to take his place.”I did not wait for an answer. I pushed my chair back and stood up in one fluid motion, reaching for the wine glass that sat like a trap on the table. I forced a polite, professional smile to stay pinned to my face. My fingers closed around the cool stem of the glass. I began to lift it, preparing to swallow whatever liquid threat was inside, but I never got the chance.A large hand clamped onto my wrist. Before I could blink, Jeremiah snatched the glass out of my grip.“You do not have to drink that,” he said. His voice was low, cutting through the sudden quiet of the room. “Sit down.”He set the glass back on the mahogany surface with a sharp click. I froze, my heart rate spiking for an entirely
Salome’s POV“Is that for me, or is it just a decoration?”Jeremiah didn’t look up from his desk. He didn't even blink as he flipped through a thick stack of folders. I stood there for a second, holding the coffee mug like a peace offering that had been rejected before it even hit the table. I set it down near his elbow with a sharp click. When he still didn't say anything, I took it as my cue to disappear. I turned around and headed for the door, ready to get back to the safety of my own space.“Wait.”His voice stopped me mid-step. I turned back, expecting a critique on the roast or maybe a real thank you. Instead, Jeremiah just sat there, watching me. He didn’t use his words. He just lifted a hand and tapped his left cheek twice.I stared at him, my brain stalling. Was he serious? Did he actually expect me to walk over there and give him a kiss? I tried to remember if there was some weird clause in the e
Salome’s POV“So I need a permit before I even touch the vacuum in there, or is that off-limits too?”I leaned against the doorframe of my new office, watching Benedict shift from one foot to the other. He wouldn't look me in the eye. That was usually a bad sign when it came to job expectations.“You don’t actually have to do the heavy cleaning, Salome,” Benedict said. He rubbed the back of his neck, his expression turning sheepish. “Well, mostly. You just need to handle his morning coffee, check that his suits are pressed, and take care of the wake-up calls.”I let out a sharp, dry laugh. “Wake-up calls? Absolutely not. My contract says nine-to-five. I am a secretary, not a personal maid. I’m not inserting myself into Jeremiah’s private life.”Benedict straightened up, his loyalty to his Alpha flaring in his eyes. “The Alpha has a habit of sleeping through his alarms. It
Salome’s POV"He is actually insane," I whispered, staring at the dark screen of my phone.The silence in the back of the car felt heavy. I could feel Jeremiah watching me from the seat beside me. In the front, Benedict kept his eyes on the road, but he kept glancing at me through the rearview mirror. I shoved the phone deep into my bag, wishing I could bury the memory of that voice along with it. Barnabas sounded like he was losing his mind. He had used a random office number just to get me to pick up."You are divorced?" Benedict asked. His voice broke the quiet, but it didn't make me feel any better."Yes, Benedict, she is," Jeremiah said. He sounded bored, like we were discussing the weather instead of my failed marriage. "Can we focus on the road? We have a schedule to keep."I turned my head toward the window. I didn't want to talk about Barnabas. I didn't want to talk about the divorce papers that were barely dry. Most of all, I didn't
Remigio’s POV“It is a dessert for young women,” Helen said, her voice tight with a strange kind of worry.I looked at the screen of the phone again. My son, Jeremiah, had posted a photo of a strawberry cake. It was a small thing, pink and sugary, sitting on his table at home. To anyone else, it was just a snack. To my wife, it was a flashing neon sign. She was convinced some girl had forced it on him.I knew my son. Jeremiah did not do things he didn’t want to do. If that cake was on his social media, it was because he wanted it there. That was the scandalous part. He was making a statement.“You think a girl is behind this?” I asked.I was genuinely stunned. I hadn’t considered a romantic angle until Helen pointed it out. But once the thought was there, it stuck. We didn’t know any girl he was seeing. There was that one phone call a while back, but I had dismissed it. That girl was a friend of Salom
Salome’s POV“You are still here, following me, just to prove you do not belong?”Jeremiah Shawn did not look up from his phone immediately. He stood in the damp shade of a sprawling oak tree, his profile as sharp as a blade. He looked perfectly composed, unlike me. My palms were sweaty, and my hear
Salome’s POV“You are not dressed for a job interview, Liv,” Tabitha said the second I stepped onto the grass.I stopped and looked down at my simple athletic gear. I had my hair in a high ponytail and my face was barely touched by makeup. It was practical. We were at a driving range, not a nightclu
Salome’s POV“You actually think sitting in my chair makes you the owner of this office, Portia?”I leaned against the doorframe, my gaze tracing the way she preened. She looked ridiculous, like a child playing dress-up in her mother’s heels. A smug, self-satisfied curve pulled at her lips, but it d
Salome’s POV“You would be a perfect fit for the chief secretary opening at Shawn Group, Luna,” Imogen said, leaning over the table with an eager look in her eyes.I kept my expression neutral and offered a small, tight smile. “The position sounds like a solid opportunity.”“Does anyone even know wh







