All Chapters of Signed, Sealed, I’m Rich: The Rejected Luna’s Multi-Billion : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Mrs. Vane’s POV“You have to stay quiet if you want this nightmare to end,” the voice whispered, cutting through the dark.My blood felt like slush in my veins. I stumbled back from the group, my heels sinking into the damp, soft grass. Every step away from my daughter felt like a lead weight, but my mind was spinning too fast to stop. I looked at the silhouettes near the water and felt a wave of pure, cold regret. I had spent years covering for Portia. I helped her bury Russell Lewis in this very soil. I thought I was protecting my flesh and blood, but I was really just feeding a monster. If I had turned her in back then, maybe none of us would be standing in this graveyard tonight.I gasped as I reached the spot where the others lay scattered like discarded dolls. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic rhythm that made it hard to breathe. I knelt down beside Richard. His body was still, his face pale in the moonlight. I reached out a tr

Salome’s POV“Did you call the cops?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper against the rising wail of sirens.Clementine shook her head fast, her eyes wide as she scanned the tree line. “Not me. I thought Richard had it handled.”Beside us, the scene was a mess of wet grass and mud. Richard stood tall, his shirt soaked through and clinging to his shoulders after pulling Portia and Kelly from the pond. He didn’t say a word. He just watched Portia, who was sprawled on the ground, shivering and gasping for air. Her mother, Mrs. Vane, was already on her knees, hovering over her daughter like a frantic bird. Aiden had untied the woman only a minute ago, and she was already acting like the victim.From the shadows of the old apple trees, I felt eyes on us. I knew Barnabas was out there somewhere with his mother, hiding in the dark, watching this nightmare unfold. I wanted to call out to him, but the sirens were getting louder,

Salome’s POV“You’re ruining my garden for absolutely nothing,” Mrs. Vane screamed, her voice cracking as the paramedics loaded Portia into the ambulance.I stood by the edge of the dirt path and watched the police. They didn’t look like they cared about her flowers. Two officers had taken shovels from the Vane family bodyguards and were already stabbing into the soft earth. Mrs. Vane tried to step toward them, but an officer blocked her path. Her finger shook as she pointed it directly at Clementine.“That woman is a liar,” Mrs. Vane spat. “She’s delusional. There is nothing buried under those trees but dirt and fertilizer.”I wanted to believe she was bluffing. I gripped my phone tightly and waited for the sound of metal hitting something that wasn't a rock. Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. The sun beat down on the back of the officers' necks. They were sweating now, their blue uniforms stained

Salome’s POV“Where do you want to head for food?” I asked, spinning around with a smile.The cool night air felt good against my skin for the few seconds I was alone. I had slipped out of the station doors to get a moment of peace while the others were occupied. I heard the rhythmic thud of boots on the pavement behind me and assumed Jeremiah had finished his call.The smile died the second I saw who was actually standing there.Barnabas stood a few feet away, his silhouette sharp under the flickering streetlights. He let out a sharp, jagged laugh that made the hair on my arms stand up.“I’ll eat wherever you want, babe,” he said.His voice felt like a layer of grease. I frozen, my tongue feeling heavy and useless in my mouth. I wanted to tell him to get lost, but the shock of his presence out here alone with me tied my stomach in knots.Before I had to find my voice, the heavy station doors swung

Salome’s POV“You’ve been standing out there for five minutes, Salome,” Jeremiah said, his voice dropping an octave as he pulled the door wider.I froze, my hand still hovering near the wood as if I were about to knock again. My heart did a slow, heavy roll in my chest. I felt like a kid caught with my hand in the cookie jar. The hallway was quiet, making the sound of my own quick breathing seem way too loud. I looked up at him, trying to find my voice. He looked different without his suit jacket on. His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, and his dark eyes were scanning my face with an intensity that made my knees feel like jelly.“How did you know?” I asked. My voice came out as a small, breathy whisper.He didn't answer right away. Instead, he leaned against the doorframe, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips. He jerked his chin toward the door. “I have a peephole, you know. I watched you shift from one foot to the other three times before you finally worked up the nerve to ta