All Chapters of Signed, Sealed, I’m Rich: The Rejected Luna’s Multi-Billion : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Salome’s POV“I promise I’ll never touch her again, Barnabas, I swear it,” Portia said, her voice cracking as she buried her face into his shirt.She started sobbing, her whole body shaking against him. I stood a few feet away, watching the display with a heavy knot in my stomach. Barnabas didn't move at first. He just stood there like a statue while she fell apart. After a minute or two, the gasping breaths slowed down. Portia pulled back just enough for Barnabas to reach out and brush the tears from her cheeks with his thumb. It was like watching a light switch flip. One second she was hysterical, and the next, she was calming down, her eyes clearing as she regained control.Clementine shifted next to me. We didn't need to say anything. The look we shared spoke volumes. Clementine had mentioned that her friend, a psychologist, suspected Portia had borderline personality disorder. Seeing this sudden shift from rage to total despair made my skin crawl. It wasn't just the mood swings th

Salome’s POV“Don't listen to him, Jeremiah was just trying to be funny,” I said, forcing a laugh that felt thin in the small space of the elevator. I shifted my weight, trying to put distance between myself and my boss while still looking Korbin in the eye. “We happen to live in the same neighborhood. It is just a carpool. He gives me a lift when I need one, that is all.”Korbin nodded slowly. He didn't look convinced. He looked like a man who had just found a winning lottery ticket on the floor. “Right. Neighbors. That makes a lot of sense, Salome.”Silence fell over us as the elevator climbed. It was the kind of heavy, sticky silence that makes you want to crawl out of your own skin. I saw Korbin cut a look toward Jeremiah, his eyebrows creeping toward his hairline. He was definitely stuck on the fact that I had used Jeremiah’s first name. My heart hammered against my ribs. I had been too casual, too comfortable

Salome’s POV“Was your plan to actually draw blood, or were you just playing around?” Jeremiah asked.His voice sounded like a low growl. He didn't move away. Instead, he crowded into my personal space until the air felt heavy with the scent of his cologne. It was a mix of expensive wood and something metallic. My heart hammered against my ribs so hard it hurt. I tried to pull my wrist back, but his grip was like a steel cuff. He didn't even blink at the fact that the needle I was holding had sunk into his skin.“You have a very high pain tolerance,” I whispered.I couldn't look away from him. My head was spinning. Before I could process what was happening, Jeremiah gripped my waist and hoisted me up. I let out a sharp gasp, my hands instinctively grabbing his shoulders for balance. He sat me down on the edge of his mahogany desk. The wood was freezing against the back of my legs, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating off hi

Salome’s POV“You still there, Salome?”Clementine’s voice crackled through the phone, pulling me back to the present. I realized I had been silent for way too long. My mind was a mess. Between the tense standoff with Korbin, that draining phone call with Jeremiah’s mother, and the fact that I had literally stabbed my boss with a needle, my brain was short-circuiting.The craziest part? I had actually forgotten that my ex-husband’s mistress tried to run me over with her car this morning. My life had become such a disaster that an attempted murder felt like a minor footnote in a very long day.“Sorry,” I said, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “I’m here. Just lost in thought.”“Do you want to grab some dinner?” Clementine asked. Her tone was soft, cautious. “It sounds like you need to vent about whatever is going on.”“I wish I could,” I replied

Salome’s POV“Ms. Wright is already inside, waiting for you at the hostess stand,” I said.My voice sounded thin, even to my own ears. I couldn’t shake the frost creeping through my veins. The recording of Portia’s confession played on a loop in my mind, a confession of a life stolen, a boy named Russell Lewis who never got to grow up. The sheer casualness of her evil made me want to vanish. It wasn’t just a secret; it felt like a curse settling over the Richardson name, heavy and dark.Jeremiah didn’t move to get out of the car. Instead, his sharp gaze cut across the seat, pinning me in place. The cold efficiency usually written on his face softened into something that looked suspiciously like worry.“You’re pale, Salome. What’s going on?”“Nothing. I’m perfectly fine,” I snapped. I fumbled with my bag, shoving my headphones inside with shaking hands.He didn’t look convinced. He leaned back, his eyes narrowing as he studied my face. “You don’t look fine. Regardless, you’re coming ins