ANMELDENSalome’s POV
“You’re actually going to make me pay for my own clearance?” Barnabas asked.
The smug look he usually wore didn’t just fade. It shattered. He looked at the paperwork like it was a death warrant rather than a simple fee.
Jeremiah didn’t even blink. He just offered a dry, razor-sharp smile. “You were the one bragging about your deep pockets, Barnabas. I assumed you wanted to prove it.”
Benedict let out a su
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“Salome, stay right where you are.”I froze. My hand was already hovering over the door handle, but Jeremiah’s voice pinned me to the spot. I took a slow breath and turned around. He was watching me with an unreadable expression.“Don’t leave yet,” he said. He didn’t wait for my answer. He just looked over at Arthur. “Arthur, go ahead and open that cake. It looks like it might actually be good.”Arthur nodded. He reached into the paper bag and pulled out the container. He was careful, almost gentle, as he set the strawberry shortcake down on the table right in front of Jeremiah. The smell of fresh cream and sugar filled the small space immediately.Jeremiah picked up his fork. He took a small bite and leaned back, closing his eyes for a second as if he were savouring it. Then, he pulled his phone out of his pocket. He held it up and started moving it around the cake, trying to
Salome’s POV"Did I make the situation worse by stepping in?" Jeremiah asked.He leaned closer to me, his voice a low rumble meant only for my ears. He didn't sound like a powerful Alpha in that moment. He sounded like a man who was actually worried about my feelings."
Salome’s POV“You are lying through your teeth, Margot!” Portia shouted, her voice cracking under the weight of a panic she couldn't hide anymore. “That is not how it happened!”Margot recoiled as if Portia had physically struck her across the face. Her polished mask of high-society
Salome’s POV"You really should watch your mouth when the floor is this slippery, Portia."I didn't scramble to my feet. I took a breath, feeling the cold marble against my palms, and pushed myself up with deliberate, slow movements. My elbow throbbed where it had slammed into
Salome’s POV"You actually showed up," Portia hissed, her voice cutting through the sudden silence of the ballroom.I didn't answer her right away. I let the heavy doors settle behind me. The room was a sea of silk, tailored suits, and the expensive scent of floral arrangement







