All Chapters of Signed, Sealed, I’m Rich: The Rejected Luna’s Multi-Billion : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Salome’s POV“You need to listen to me, Salome, because I am not leaving until you do.”I stared at the man standing in my doorway. My brain refused to process reality. It should have been a normal morning, but Barnabas was ruining that. His hair looked like he had run his hands through it a hundred times, and the dark circles under his eyes made him look like a ghost. I tried to slam the door, but he blocked it with his shoulder. The wood groaned under the pressure.I backed away, putting the small coffee table between us. My heart hammered against my ribs. I thought about the night before, about the way Jeremiah looked at me, and suddenly my current situation felt even more suffocating. I needed to focus. I needed to get Barnabas out of my room before I lost my composure.“You have no right to be here,” I said. My voice sounded steady, even if my hands were shaking. I hid them in the pockets of my robe. “Get out.”Barnabas ignored me. He walked further into the room, his eyes scannin

Salome’s POV“Do you really think you can be happy playing second fiddle to Jeremiah for the rest of your life?”Barnabas’s question landed like a stone in the pit of my stomach. He stood too close, his fingers tracing a cold line down my cheek. I pulled away, putting the space of the small hotel room between us. The air felt heavy, suffocating. He was wrong, but the way he said it made the floor feel unstable beneath my feet.I looked at him. He stood there with that practiced, worried expression that used to make my heart race. Now, it just made me tired.“You have a lot of nerve talking about my life,” I said. My voice sounded steady, even if my hands were shaking. I shoved them into my pockets to hide the tremors. “You talk about Jeremiah like you know him. You talk about his family like you know anything about my worth.”Barnabas scoffed. He stepped toward me, his boots clicking on the floor. “I know that a man in his position has expectations, Salome. You are setting yourself up

Salome’s POV“So, are you going to keep staring at the entrance, or are you actually going to order?”I looked at Richard, hoping he could tell me how to get out of this. He didn’t even glance my way. His eyes stayed locked on the restaurant door, his mouth pulled into a tight, expectant line. I turned my head to see what he was waiting for.My breath hitched.Jeremiah walked in. He looked like he was walking into a war zone. His jaw was locked, his eyes were flat, and his hands hung at his sides like lead weights.Great. Perfect.I was stuck at a table with my ex-husband, Barnabas, and now I had to face the man I had slept with only hours ago. My skin prickled. I wanted to crawl under the table and disappear.Barnabas’s grip on my hand tightened. It was a bruise-inducing squeeze. I pulled, trying to yank my fingers free, but he held on like a vice.“You want to run now?” Barnabas leaned in, his voice a low, jagged rasp. “Afraid your new boyfriend is going to lose his mind when he sees

Salome’s POV“Do you think I am just some game you can play when you feel lonely?”Jeremiah leaned over the table. The morning light hit his face, sharp and unforgiving. He did not look like the man who had held me last night. His jaw was locked tight. He set his coffee cup down with a controlled thud that silenced the nearby clatter of silverware.I stared at my omelet. The yellow eggs looked rubbery. My stomach felt like a knot of tight wire. I wanted to tell him he was wrong, but the memory of how I had pulled away from him only hours ago stopped the words in my throat.“I stopped things last night because I did not want to take advantage of you,” he said. His voice was low. It carried across the small gap between us like a physical weight. “But do not mistake my restraint for weakness. I will not let you use me to fix your own confusion. If you want us to be together, you need to be sure. I will not be a temporary fix for your mood.”My pulse thrummed in my fingertips. He reached o

Salome’s POV“Are you still there?” I asked. My voice sounded thin. My hands were still shaking from the conversation I just had with Clementine.“Take a breath,” Jeremiah said. His voice was low and steady. It was the kind of tone that made people listen. “Let’s forget about last night for a few hours. I just got off the phone with Russell’s uncle. He is willing to meet us today. Can you make that happen?”My shoulders dropped. I let out a breath I had been holding since I woke up. He was right. We did not need to pick at the scab of what happened under the oak tree before we had to deal with this.“Yes,” I said. “That works.”“Do you want me to come with you?”I looked at the wall. My brain raced. Bringing Jeremiah along was a risk because he was unpredictable. One day he was cold, the next he was warm. But he already knew the uncle, and I could not deny that being near him made the panic in my chest settle down.“That would be a huge help,” I said. “Meet us in the lobby in ten minut