บททั้งหมดของ Signed, Sealed, I’m Rich: The Rejected Luna’s Multi-Billion : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Salome’s POV"You look like you're drowning in paperwork, Barnabas," I said, my voice as smooth as the polished mahogany of his desk.I didn't wait for an invitation. I just walked in. The door clicked shut, sealing us in the quiet of the Alpha’s office. I kept my face neutral, a perfect mask of the dutiful Luna, while my heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs. In my hand, the folder felt heavy, like it was made of lead instead of paper.Barnabas didn't look up at first. His focus stayed locked on his laptop, his brow furrowed in that way that used to make me want to smooth the lines with my thumb. Now, it just made me feel cold."I am," he muttered, his voice gravelly and low. He finally leaned back, his gray eyes lifting to meet mine. There was no spark there. No warmth. Just the flat, dull exhaustion of a man who had spent two weeks running a global conference in London. Or perhaps the exhaustion of a man keeping too many secrets.I laid the folder on the desk, flipping it

Salome’s POVThe heavy, metallic scent of cedar and cold rain hit me before I even turned around. I knew that smell. It belonged to the man who was currently ruining my life."You really don't know when to stay away, do you?" Barnabas’s voice was a low growl behind me.I didn't give him the satisfaction of a flinch. Instead, I shifted my gaze toward the plush velvet seating area tucked in the corner of the VIP lounge. Portia Vane was perched there like a queen on a throne, her legs crossed elegantly as she swirled a dark liquid in her glass. The smug grin she usually wore had vanished. Now, she just glared at me with the sharp, territorial hunger of a wolf guarding a kill. If the social setting hadn't been holding her back, I had no doubt she would have lunged across the table to tear into me.The realization hit me with the force of a physical blow. This wasn't a chance encounter. The hushed whispers, the shared looks, the way the entire inner circle sat gathered around them—this was

Salome’s POV“Come on, just one more,” Portia said, though her voice lacked its usual sweetness. “I’m only starting to find my rhythm.”I looked at her, then shifted my gaze to Barnabas. He remained a statue, refusing to meet my eyes. Margot stood off to the side, her arms crossed and her mouth set in a thin, bitter line. She was vibrating with enough irritation to light up the room, but she didn’t stop us.“Sure,” I said, my voice flat and bored. “Let’s see how it goes.”I reached for another ring. My movements were slow and deliberate. I tossed it. The metal gave a satisfying clink as it settled perfectly around the Moon Pillar. I didn’t smile. I just reached for the next one.Beside me, Portia was falling apart. Her throws were getting wilder, the rings bouncing off the floor and skittering toward the walls. The more she missed, the more her hands shook. She kept glancing at Barnabas, waiting for him to step in and save her from the embarrassment, but he stayed silent.I flicked my

Salome’s POV“Are you really just going to let that thing ring all night?”I didn't move. I kept my back turned to Barnabas, my eyes pressed shut so tight they ached. On the nightstand, his phone was a frantic, glowing insect. It buzzed against the wood, the vibration rattling through the mattress and into my bones. The dark room flashed white with every new notification.Then came the chime of a video call. The digital trill was loud, demanding an answer that Barnabas wasn’t giving. I felt the bed shift. He was awake. He was staring at it, just like I was, even if I was pretending to be dead to the world.The texts started next. They arrived in a rapid-fire sequence, a stuttering rhythm of pings that sliced through the silence of the bedroom.Barnabas finally moved. He lunged for the device, his hand silhouetted against the bright screen for a second before he jammed the power button. The light died. The room plummeted back into shadows.“It’s just work,” he said. His voice was thick,

Salome’s POVBarnabas did not even glance in my direction.He moved with a focused, quiet intensity, stripping off his suit jacket to shield Portia’s bare skin. He crouched beside her, his back a literal wall between us, as if I had ceased to exist the moment she started whimpering. His hand moved to her hair, stroking the strands with a tenderness that felt like a physical blow to my chest."Get out," he said. He didn't look up.I stood there with my heart hammering against my ribs, my lips parted but no words coming out."I said get out, Salome."The air in the room felt too thick to breathe. My lungs burned, and my jaw was clamped so tight I thought my teeth might crack. Before my legs could actually give way, Gideon was there. He caught my arm, his grip steady and concerned."Luna, are you alright?" he whispered.I didn't look at him. I couldn't. I just stared at the back of the man I used to call my husband. I wasn't going to cry. I refused to give them the satisfaction of a singl