All Chapters of Signed, Sealed, I’m Rich: The Rejected Luna’s Multi-Billion : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Salome’s POV“You actually think sitting in my chair makes you the owner of this office, Portia?”I leaned against the doorframe, my gaze tracing the way she preened. She looked ridiculous, like a child playing dress-up in her mother’s heels. A smug, self-satisfied curve pulled at her lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes.“Tell me,” I said, my voice dropping to a cool, dangerous level. “What part of this is the biggest victory for you? Is it the fact that you finally won a round of Silver Moon Toss after I stopped trying? Or is it that you managed to scavenge the man I threw away? Maybe it is just the job. You finally got the position I decided I didn’t want anymore.”The smugness flickered. Her smile didn’t disappear, but it strained at the corners. I didn't give her a chance to find her footing. I walked toward the desk, my steps measured and heavy.“We are not the same, Portia. You have spent your life trying to catch my shadow, and now that you have it, you think you have me figured

Salome’s POV“You are still here, following me, just to prove you do not belong?”Jeremiah Shawn did not look up from his phone immediately. He stood in the damp shade of a sprawling oak tree, his profile as sharp as a blade. He looked perfectly composed, unlike me. My palms were sweaty, and my heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I felt like an interloper caught in a place where the air was too expensive to breathe.I stopped a few feet away and pressed my hand to my forehead. My skin felt clammy. I felt like a genuine idiot. Why had I chased him down? To beg? To explain?Jeremiah finally clicked his phone shut. He turned his gaze toward me. His eyes were cold, flickering with a brief, unreadable spark as they swept over my borrowed, ill-fitting golf clothes.I forced my lips into a smile that felt brittle enough to snap. I took a single, heavy step forward.“Mr. Shawn,” I said. My voice sounded thin and small in the open air. “You are right. I did not perform well today.

Salome’s POV"Did you really need another one, or did you leave all your others in Portia’s closet?"The question hung in the air, sharp and cold. Barnabas stood by the couch, his hand still hovering near the navy blue garment bag. He looked like I’d slapped him. I didn't stay to watch his reaction. I grabbed the suit, tucked it under my arm, and headed straight for the stairs. My heart hammered against my ribs, but I kept my back straight. I didn't look back, not even when I heard the heavy thud of the front door or the roar of his car engine fading down the driveway.I sank onto the edge of my bed and finally let out the breath I’d been holding. That was too close. He was starting to notice the empty spaces in the house, the lack of my personal touch in the rooms we used to share. It didn't matter. In a few days, the only thing left of me in this house would be the silence.The next morning, the sun hit the floorboards in bright,

Salome’s POV"Be at the Ashmoon Hotel by seven tonight or the original hundred and fifty million dollar settlement stands," the text read. "Do not test my patience."I stared at the screen until the light dimmed. Margot Richardson did not make requests. She issued edicts. The name Richardson was a heavy weight, and she carried it like a weapon. I tossed the phone onto the coffee table, the vibration still humming in my palm. Clementine’s warning about her kept looping in my mind. Margot was a shark in silk, and this meeting smelled like a trap designed to bury me in fine print.I didn't reply. Let her wait.A second chime echoed through the quiet living room. This one was from Arthur."Miss Stanley, has Mr. Shawn’s suit been scheduled for return? I can coordinate the timing if needed."I looked toward the garment bag hanging by the door. Jeremiah lived exactly one floor above me now. It would be easy to leave it with the bu

Jeremiah’s POV"Break it down!" I roared.The heavy oak door didn't just open; it surrendered. The wood shrieked as it splintered off the hinges, the frame buckling under the weight of my kick. Inside, the scene was a blur of frantic movement. Men scrambled like vermin caught in a sudden glare of high beams. One coward let out a thin, pathetic wail. Another fumbled, a loaded syringe slipping from his shaking fingers and shattering against the grime of the floor."Nobody moves! Face down!" I commanded.My team didn't need a second order. They tore into the room like a physical tide, slamming the traffickers into the floorboards. There was no finesse, only the heavy thud of knees hitting spines and the metallic click of restraints. I didn't care about the struggle. My focus was a laser, cutting through the haze of humid air and the sharp, medicinal sting of wolfsbane that fouled the room.That was when I saw her.Salome was a pale ghost