All Chapters of Signed, Sealed, I’m Rich: The Rejected Luna’s Multi-Billion : Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Portia’s POV“You think a badge makes you a king in this room, but you are just another man holding a folder.”I pushed the paper coffee cup toward the center of the table. The plastic lid rattled. My hands were steady, but the tips of my fingers felt numb. Across from me, Detective Miller did not blink. He stood with his back to the observation mirror, his shadow stretching long and thin across the linoleum floor.He leaned down. The smell of stale peppermint and cheap coffee clung to his uniform.“You talk big for someone facing life in a cage,” Miller said. He flipped a page in his file. “Let’s talk about the villa. The one your parents bought specifically for your little extracurricular activities.”I stared at his chin. I refused to look at his eyes. “I have nothing to say until my lawyer arrives.”“Your lawyer is stuck in traffic, and your mother is three rooms down, currently sobbing to my partner about your mental state.” Miller pulled a photograph from the folder and slid it a

Salome’s POV"Why would you pay a million dollars just to sit next to someone?" I asked.Jeremiah didn't blink. He kept his dark eyes locked on mine. The air in the car felt heavy and tight. "Because the view is worth every cent."My stomach flipped. I leaned back against the leather seat, but there was nowhere to go. He was too close. The smell of his cologne filled my nose, making it hard to think straight. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from saying something stupid. He was always doing this. One minute he was a brick wall, and the next he was saying things that made my heart race. I hated the games. I hated not knowing where I stood.I shifted, crossing my arms over my chest to put some distance between us. My mouth tasted stale from my nap. I reached into my bag, pulled out a pack of gum, and unwrapped a piece. I stared out the window, watching the bright neon signs of New York blur past us."Everything alright?" he asked.I didn't answer right away. I looked toward th

Salome’s POV“Are you sure you want to go up there?”I blinked at my phone screen, my thumb hovering over the reply button. Arthur’s text was simple, but it felt like an invitation to a trial. I set the phone down on my kitchen counter and stared at the ceiling. My eyes burned, probably from the sheer exhaustion of the last forty-eight hours, or maybe just from the emotional whiplash of the weekend.I was tired. My apartment felt too quiet, too empty. Arthur had put time into this meal, and he expected me. Besides, I needed to see Jeremiah. Better to handle the tension head-on than let it fester until Monday morning in the office.I grabbed a bottle of red wine from my rack and wrapped a white ribbon around the neck. It was a peace offering. Or at least, a neutral ground.The elevator ride was short, but it gave me enough time to rehearse my lines. Thank him for the help with Clementine. Address the awkwardness at the park. Keep it calm. Keep it professional.When the doors slid open t

Salome’s POV“I want you to know I would never ask you to pay me back with your body.”Jeremiah kept his voice steady. He sat across from me, his dark eyes locked on mine. The air between us felt heavy. He reached for a strawberry, dipped it deep into the bowl of thick cream, and held it toward my face. I watched his hand move. He didn’t pull away. I opened my mouth and took the fruit from his fingers.The sweetness of the cream and the tart bite of the berry hit my tongue at the same time. I couldn't help the soft sound that escaped me. Jeremiah’s thumb brushed against my bottom lip. His skin was fever-hot, a sharp shock against the cold cream. I pulled back slightly, my heart hammering against my ribs.Dinner had been a disaster of awkward silences and half-spoken words. Now, this? The shift in his mood was dizzying. I never knew which version of him I was going to get.“Try a grape for me,” he said. He held a small, green fruit toward my lips. “Tell me if it’s too sour. I hate wasti

Salome’s POV“Do you actually enjoy the taste of mint, or are you just testing how much I’m willing to put up with today?”Jeremiah didn't blink. He just watched me with those steady, unreadable eyes. He stood in my kitchen like he owned the floorboards, looking entirely too comfortable for a man who had brought so much chaos into my life.“I enjoy mint,” he said. His voice was flat. Serious.I shook my head, fighting the urge to roll my eyes. It was ridiculous. Here I was, trying to keep things civil, trying to be the bigger person, and he was sending me on a scavenger hunt for herbs I didn't even keep in my pantry. I forced a polite smile, the kind I used for difficult clients.“I’m fresh out of mint, but I can do lemon. Is that going to be a problem?”He gave a slight shrug. “Lemon is fine.”I turned my back to him to busy myself at the counter. It was better than looking at him. If I looked at him too long, the reasons I needed to keep him at arm’s length started to get fuzzy. I s