All Chapters of Signed, Sealed, I’m Rich: The Rejected Luna’s Multi-Billion : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Salome’s POV“Get out,” he said, his voice dropping to a low rasp as his fingers finally slid off my hips.I scrambled back without a word. I crawled out of the bathtub on my hands and knees, soaking the floor as water poured from my heavy, wet clothes. My legs felt like jelly when I stood up. I couldn't tell if I was shaking because of the cold air or the adrenaline spiking through my veins. I grabbed the nearest towel and wrapped it tight around my shoulders before bolted toward the door.I nearly took a header on the hardwood floor as I sprinted down the stairs. By the time I reached the kitchen, my teeth were chattering. I stood there, dripping on the tile, staring at the bag of ice I had left on the counter earlier.Run, Vesper whispered in my head. Go to your room and lock the door before he follows you down here.She was probably right. I had no idea which version of Jeremiah would come walking down those stairs. Part of me wanted to vanish, but my feet wouldn't move. I felt stu

Salome’s POV“I am catching the first flight back to New York,” I said. I didn't care how it sounded. I just needed to leave this place and the mess that came with it.I grabbed the handle of my suitcase, ready to lug it away, but a heavy palm clamped down over my fingers.“Wait,” Jeremiah said.I tried to yank the bag free, but his grip was like iron. “Let go, Jeremiah. I’m tired, I’m frustrated, and I want to go home.”He didn’t snap back. Instead, his expression crumbled. He looked at me with an intensity that made my breath hitch, then he slowly dropped his gaze to the pavement. His shoulders slumped as if the weight of the world just landed on them.“I am sorry,” he muttered. “I lost my head. I don’t do that. I never lose my cool, Salome. Not with anyone.”The heat of my anger started to cool into something else. “What are you trying t

Salome’s POV“You’re telling me she actually said no to the great Jeremiah Shawn?” Duke let out a sharp, jagged laugh that echoed off the dining room walls. “Incredible. The girl has zero taste. Absolutely none.”I watched from the doorway, my pulse thrumming in my throat. Jeremiah didn’t look back at me, but I could see the rigid line of his shoulders. He looked like he wanted to punch something, or perhaps just disappear.“I need to write this down,” Duke went on, leaning back in his chair and wiping his eyes. “A literal historic event. Don’t worry, Jeremiah. I’m here for you. I’ll let you cry on my shoulder later. Should I call the waiter and order some tissues for dessert? Or maybe a bucket for your pride?”Jeremiah’s voice was a low, dangerous rumble. “Duke. That’s enough.”Duke didn’t seem to care. He was on a roll, grinning like a man who had just found a winning lottery ticket. “I’m just dying to know what her type is. If it isn't rich, good-looking, and powerful, what’s left?

Salome’s POV“Take these home and get them in the fridge as soon as you get back,” Arthur said, sliding a heavy bag toward us. “They won’t be exactly the same as they are right now, fresh out of the kitchen, but they still beat anything you can buy at the store.”I looked down at the mountain of food on my plate. It was way too much. I glanced at Clementine, then started moving half of my ravioli onto her dish.“Better?” I asked.Clementine gave me a bright, satisfied grin and nodded. “Much better.”We finished the rest of the meal in a comfortable silence, enjoying the last few bites of the pasta. Arthur reached into a bag on the floor and pulled out two sturdy takeout containers. He pushed them across the table, one for me and one for Clementine.“Here,” he said.“You’re way too good to us, Arthur,” I said, taking the container. “Seriousl

Salome’s POV“You look like you wrestled a bear and lost, Salome,” Benedict said, leaning over my desk before I even had the chance to wake up my computer.I forced a smile and adjusted the collar of my blush pink blouse. I had spent twenty minutes in front of the mirror trying to hide the puffiness in my face. The black skirt and kitten heels made me look professional, but they did nothing for the heavy weight behind my eyes. I took a long, slow sip of the black coffee I’d just grabbed from the shop next door. It was scorched and bitter, but I needed the caffeine to survive the next hour.“I’m fine,” I lied. “Just a late night.”Benedict didn’t look convinced. She crossed her arms, her eyes scanning my face. “You’ve been pushing yourself way too hard lately. This trip must have taken a lot out of you.”I shifted in my chair, the leather creaking under me. My mind immedia