All Chapters of Signed, Sealed, I’m Rich: The Rejected Luna’s Multi-Billion : Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Maya’s POV“Are you trying to tell me you have a boyfriend, or are you just keeping secrets?”The words hit me like a physical blow. I scrambled upright, my hands fumbling to smooth my dress over my knees. My face burned. I just prayed I had not revealed anything embarrassing when I tumbled. I looked up and saw the change in Jeremiah. The playfulness was gone. He stood over me, his jaw tight, eyes locked onto my phone screen with a look of pure, biting resentment.“Tabitha is not a boyfriend,” I said. My voice sounded thin, but I forced it to stay steady. “Even if she was, it is not your business.”The air between us felt heavy. He was breathing hard, and I could feel my own heart hammering against my ribs. He tossed the phone at me. I caught it, my fingers curling around the cool metal, and exhaled. The tension did not vanish. It just shifted.He picked up the kitten, cradling her against his chest as if she were a shield. “We need to finish this workday,” he said. He did not wait for

Salome’s POV"Do you have a preference, or are we just going to let the store clerk choose for you?"I stared at Tabitha, my wine glass hovering halfway to my lips. My face felt like it was radiating heat, and I was pretty sure the color matched the deep red of the Merlot. Across the table, Clementine just grinned, her eyes darting between me and Tabitha with obvious amusement."I have no idea what you are talking about," I lied."Don't play coy," Tabitha said. She nudged her phone toward the center of the table. "I sent you those links hours ago. The ones with the sleek silicone designs. Did you pick a favorite?"I set my glass down with a soft click. Earlier that day, while I was trying to focus on my reports, my phone had buzzed incessantly. I had checked it under my desk, expecting something work-related, only to find a gallery of adult toys that made my pulse jump for the wrong reasons. I had been too annoyed to reply then, and I definitely didn't want to discuss it now in a crow

Salome’s POV“You think she’s actually in danger, or are you just spiraling?”I didn’t answer Benedict. I just kept my eyes locked on the front door of that shop. Evening Bloom. The sign was elegant, the windows were clean, and Salome had been inside for two hours. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the steering wheel. She had turned her location off. She told me she was heading to the salon, but this wasn’t a salon. This was a place for things I didn't want to think about.“We can just pull up and go in,” Benedict said, her voice dropping into a professional, low pitch. “I can make an excuse. Ask about hours or product lines. Nobody will know you’re the one asking.”I watched the glass door. “No. Stay here. If I walk in there, she’s going to know I’ve been tracking her. I don’t want her to feel like she’s on a leash.”“She’s already off the leash, Jeremiah. That’s why you’re sitting in a parking lot in the middle of the day.”I ignored her. I checked my watch for the tenth time. T

Salome’s POV“You realize that thing vibrates with enough force to wake the neighbors, right?” Jeremiah said.He stood near the foot of my bed, watching the plastic toy roll across the hardwood. It buzzed, a low hum that sounded like a trapped insect. Before he could reach down to claim it, I lunged forward. I knocked his hand away and scooped the device off the floor, my fingers fumbling with the switch until the sound finally died.I looked up and froze. Jeremiah was still hunched over, his face only inches from mine. My pulse hammered against my ribs. I could see the dark flecks in his eyes as he looked down at my mouth. The air in the bedroom felt heavy, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe.“You look like you saw a ghost, Salome,” he said.He reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers felt warm against my skin. My eyes drifted shut, and I leaned into his touch before I could stop myself. My heart raced, but not because of the toy. I wanted him t

Salome’s POV“Are you certain you want to play with fire tonight?”I froze with my hand on the bathroom doorknob. Jeremiah stood there, his dark hair damp and slicked back, water droplets tracing a path down his neck. He wore only a black robe, loosely tied, leaving his chest fully exposed. The air in the hallway seemed to vanish. My lungs tightened as I took in the lean muscle of his torso and the defined line of his abs.I should have pushed past him. I should have walked straight to the guest room and locked the door. Instead, my feet felt like lead.“I think the real question is whether you can handle the heat,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.Jeremiah did not smile. He simply watched me, his dark eyes tracking the movement of my throat as I swallowed hard. He stepped closer. The scent of him, sharp and woody, filled my senses. He reached out, his hand wrapping firmly around my wrist. His skin was hot against mine.He did not wait for an answer. He pulled me toward the maste