All Chapters of Signed, Sealed, I’m Rich: The Rejected Luna’s Multi-Billion : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Salome’s POV“Just knock when you arrive, Salome,” Arthur said, his voice sounding thinner over the phone. “I already told him you were coming.”The line went dead before I could argue. I lowered my phone and stared at my dinner. The pasta was cold and sticky, but I didn’t have an appetite anyway. A heavy weight settled in my stomach, the kind that usually meant I was walking into a situation I would regret.I spent the next two hours pacing my living room. I practiced what I would say. I told myself to be a professional. I told myself to act like a nurse who didn't care about the man she was treating. By the time I finally left my apartment, the city was dark. The lights from the penthouse floors above me looked like distant, cold stars.I carried the medical bag Arthur had left for me. It was small, filled with clean gauze, tubes of ointment, and the heavy pain meds Jeremiah needed. The elevator ride felt like it took

Salome’s POV"The kitchen, Salome," Jeremiah said, his voice flat and heavy with that familiar tone of command.I didn't argue. I just turned on my heel and marched back toward the stove. Every step I took felt like a tiny protest against the floorboards. I had just spent the last ten minutes trying to be helpful, and this was the thanks I got. He wouldn't even look at me. He just walked into the dining room like he owned every inch of air I was breathing, bringing that sharp, medicinal smell of his ointment with him.I stared at the pot on the burner. I wasn't in the mood for anything fancy, so I had just grabbed a can of tomato soup. It was simple. It was fast. The steam hit my face as I stirred, the scent of herbs and salt filling the small space. It was actually a bit much, honestly. The smell was so thick I had to step toward the window for a second just to catch my breath before I could finish.I turned off the heat and ladled the red liquid i

Salome’s POV“You have to be kidding me,” I whispered to the empty room.The light from the phone screen felt like a heat lamp against my face. There it was, sitting in the chat history with a timestamp of 2:48 AM. Three words that made my stomach do a slow, agonizing flip: Of course, baby.I gripped the edges of the device so hard my knuckles turned white. I wanted to hurl it across the room, but I just stood there, paralyzed. I must have been completely out of my mind. The wine from last night felt like it was still swirling in my head, mocking me. I had been exhausted and tipsy, and now I was mortified.I dropped onto the edge of my bed and buried my face in my palms. My skin was hot. This was easily the worst thing I had done in months, and I had a long list of recent embarrassments to choose from.Maybe we can break into his place, Vesper suggested in the back of my mind. We could find h

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“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