All Chapters of Signed, Sealed, I’m Rich: The Rejected Luna’s Multi-Billion : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Salome’s POV“You should just sit with them,” Jeremiah said, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.The words hung over the table, cold and sharp. I froze, my fork halfway to my plate, and looked at Naomi. She and her friend stood there as if they had been slapped. The silence stretched out, becoming heavy and suffocating. Beside me, Aiden shifted in his seat. He raised one eyebrow at me, his eyes full of silent questions. I only had a shrug to give him. There was no way to explain the mess of our history without making the air in the room even thicker.I expected Naomi to turn and walk away. Anyone with a shred of pride would have fled after a comment like that. Instead, she took a shaky breath and pulled out the chair right next to mine. She gestured for her friend to sit beside Aiden. My heart sank. I didn’t want to be in the middle of this. I didn’t want Jeremiah five feet away, watching me like a hawk while I tried to eat my dinner.I placed

Jeremiah’s POV“You have it all wrong, I am not here for a date,” I said. My voice was steady, even if my pulse was currently doing a frantic dance against my ribs.Clementine didn’t look like she believed me. She tilted her head and gave me a long, sharp look. I had to move fast. I leaned closer to the table and kept my voice low so the people around us wouldn't hear. I explained the situation as quickly as I could. I told her how Salome had gotten some bad information through the grapevine. She actually believed I had come all the way to Luceland just to meet some mystery woman. It was a joke, really, but Salome wasn’t laughing.As I spoke, the icy wall Clementine had built up around herself started to melt. She nodded along and her eyes softened. She didn’t look like she wanted to slap me anymore. Instead, she leaned in until her lips were inches from my ear. Her perfume was faint, something like vanilla and rain.&l

Salome’s POV“You think a fancy room makes everything okay?” I asked, my voice shaking as I stepped into the suite.The space was massive. It was the kind of room that felt too big for just two people, filled with expensive furniture and soft lighting that made every shadow look deep. I didn’t have time to admire the view or the velvet chairs. Before I could even take another step, Jeremiah moved. I felt the heat of him before he even touched me. Then, his chest pressed against my back, solid and heavy.I gasped. The sound seemed to bounce off the high ceilings, making me feel even smaller. My skin prickled. I knew I had to say it, even if the timing felt wrong.“Jeremiah, I shouldn’t have listened to those stories,” I whispered. The air in the room felt thick. “About why you came to Luceland. I shouldn't have told Benedict, either. It was wrong of me.”My face felt like it was on fire. I couldn

Salome’s POV“Richard and I had a bet going,” Benedict said, leaning back in her chair with a smirk. “I just lost twenty dollars. I really thought you two would be out for the entire night.”I kept my eyes on my plate, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a blush. I knew they were just trying to break the heavy silence that had settled over the table. The restaurant was loud, filled with the clinking of silverware and the hum of other tourists, but I felt like I was sitting in a vacuum.The food looked great, but I couldn't bring myself to take more than a few bites. My appetite had vanished the second we sat down. Every time the door to the lobby opened, I caught myself looking up, hoping to see Jeremiah walk through.Midway through the meal, Richard’s phone vibrated on the table. He checked the screen and his expression shifted instantly.“It’s Jeremiah,” he told the group.He pushe

Salome’s POV“Don't say a word about the smell,” I whispered, catching Aiden’s sleeve before he could open his mouth.He winced, his nose wrinkling in visible disgust. I didn't blame him. The second we stepped over the threshold, a thick, cloying scent hit me. It wasn't just old trash or unwashed gym clothes. It was the heavy, sweet rot of meat left too long in the sun. It reminded me of a dumpster I walked past behind a butcher shop once. The memory of that grey, slimy waste made my throat tighten, but I forced myself to swallow the bile.Robert stayed quiet, his face a mask of iron, though his eyes darted around the small space. It felt like walking into a time capsule from forty years ago. The floor was covered in orange carpet that looked like matted fur. Glass cats lined every shelf, staring at us with unblinking eyes. Kelly stood by an old couch covered in faded flowers and waved us toward it.“Please, sit down,”