All Chapters of Signed, Sealed, I’m Rich: The Rejected Luna’s Multi-Billion : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Salome’s POV“Take a seat, Salome, please,” Barnabas said. He wore a look of desperate concern that I knew was entirely fake. He gestured toward a table covered in plates of food. “I made sure to get all your favorites. I just want things back to how they were. We need to talk.”I didn’t move toward the chair. I stood near the center of the small, private dining room and kept my gaze fixed on his face. My eyes felt tight with a cold heat.“We have nothing left to say to each other,” I told him. My voice was flat and hard. “As far as I am concerned, you are my enemy now. I am never going to forget what you did. I won’t forget you and Portia.”Barnabas started to open his mouth, but I didn't let him speak. I stepped closer so he could see the lack of mercy in my expression.“Because of your choices, you are going to live a miserable, half-empty life, Barnabas. Yo

Salome’s POV“You should eat more of the shrimp,” Jeremiah said, nudging the platter toward the center of the table.I didn’t look up at him. My stomach did a nervous little flip, so I focused on my bowl instead. The chilled seafood tasted fresh against the heat of the salty soup. He had picked a good spot for lunch. Everything was delicious, but I was mostly just glad he kept talking. He chatted about the office, the humidity outside, and the quality of the fish. His voice acted like a shield, keeping my own shaky thoughts at bay.“I’m done,” I said at last. I dropped my napkin over the remains of my meal. “If I take another bite, I might actually burst.”Jeremiah grinned and leaned back. “I feel the same way. We polished off so much shrimp that I expect us to start turning pink by the time we hit the door.”The mental image of both of us looking like flamingos made me let out a genuine laugh. For a second, the tension from earlier today felt mile

Salome’s POV“This is Salome, my colleague and my date for the evening,” Jeremiah said, his voice cutting through the hum of the jazz band.He looked down at me with a steady expression that didn't give anything away. We stood in the center of a massive ballroom where crystal chandeliers cast a bright, sharp glow over everything. The air smelled like expensive perfume and tray after tray of tiny appetizers. A group of men in dark suits had cornered us the moment we walked in. They were all CEOs or directors, and they all wanted something from Jeremiah.One of the men turned his gaze toward me. I saw the flash of recognition in his eyes. It was that look I was becoming used to. He knew exactly who I was. He knew about my past and he knew about Barnabas. The group offered me a few polite nods, but they shifted their bodies almost immediately, effectively blocking me out so they could keep talking to Jeremiah.I didn't mind. I needed a mome

Salome’s POV“Hey, Salome,” Clementine said as soon as she picked up.I stood near the entrance of the hotel restaurant, my thumb hovering over the screen. I had intended to tell her I couldn't make our meeting, but the upbeat tone in her voice stopped me. Around me, the lobby hummed with the sound of suitcases rolling over marble and distant piano music. Tabitha was already waiting at a table inside, watching me through the glass doors with a curious expression.“Hi, Clementine. Is everything okay? I saw you didn't check my last message,” I said.“Better than okay. I was just about to call you,” Clementine replied. She sounded breathless, like she had been running or was just that excited. “I just got off the phone with Lucy. You know, my friend the lawyer? She finally found it, Salome. She has enough evidence to actually take Portia down. For good this time.”My heart skipped. I pressed the phone closer to my ear, turning away from the crowded room to find a quieter corner.“Are you

Salome’s POV“What is the name on the lease?” Tabitha asked, her voice echoing in the cramped lobby.The superintendent shifted his weight, looking bored. “Celeste Blair.”A cold prickle ran down my spine. I didn’t recognize the name, but the sound of it made my skin crawl. I watched the man closely as he began to mumble something under his breath. He mentioned a piece of jewelry, his words barely audible over the hum of a distant generator.“I missed that,” I said, my heart starting to drum against my ribs. “What did you say?”The man didn't answer right away. Instead, his eyes dropped to my wrist. My stomach turned. I was wearing the gold bracelet Clementine and I bought together a few months ago. It was a simple chain with a tiny heart charm. We had matching ones. It was our secret signal of friendship, a small piece of gold that meant we always had each other’s backs.He had seen it before. I was sure of it.Jeremiah stepped forward and pulled a thick roll of bills from his pocket.