All Chapters of Signed, Sealed, I’m Rich: The Rejected Luna’s Multi-Billion : Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

Salome’s POV“You have to understand something. Tonight was not a date. When I actually take you out, there won't be a crowd watching us,” Jeremiah said. He reached out, his fingertips grazing my cheek with a light, teasing pressure. The contact sent a jolt through me that made my knees feel like they were made of water. I had to tighten my muscles just to keep from sliding down the doorframe. “When that day comes, I want every second of your attention for myself.”I opened my mouth to say something, but the words died in my throat. He didn't give me the chance to recover. Jeremiah leaned in, his lips crashing against mine with a sudden, hungry intensity. A small gasp escaped me, and he used the moment to deepen the kiss. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer until there wasn't a single inch of air left between us. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. Every place his hands touched felt like it was catching fire.I lost my grip on logic. My hands moved on t

Salome’s POV“You want to know why he really walked out on you last night, don’t you?” Barnabas asked.I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white. The diner was noisy, filled with the claking of silverware and the hum of the morning crowd, but Barnabas’s voice cut through it all like a dull blade. I didn't say a word, but I knew my face was betraying me. My heart hammered against my ribs. How could he possibly know about the phone call? Jeremiah and I had been alone in my apartment. We were in the middle of a moment that felt private and real until that damn phone rang.Barnabas leaned forward, a smug grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He saw the flicker of doubt in my eyes and fed on it.“Jeremiah didn't just leave for work, Salome. He got a call from Stanley. You know, Nora’s father? He asked Jeremiah to take his daughter home. Now, use that head of yours. If they are total strangers like he claims, why would a father trust him with his daughter at midnight?”T

Salome’s POV“Are you ready to celebrate that presentation, Salome?” Margie asked, her eyes bright with a genuine smile.I smoothed my skirt, feeling the heat climb up my neck. “I really didn't do much, Margie. I was just helping David with the slides.”“Don’t be modest,” David said, clapping me on the shoulder as we stepped into the elevator. “You saved our skins in there. Lunch is on us.”A small group followed us out of the building, including two secretaries and the marketing manager. We ended up at a French bistro just a few blocks from the office. The air inside smelled like baked butter and savory herbs. We pushed two tables together, and soon the surface was covered in bowls of white bean stew, quiches filled with ham and cheese, and plates of crusty bread.The conversation stayed on work, but every few minutes, someone would point a fork at me and offer another compliment.“The way you handled those data questions was incredible,” one of the secretaries said. “Mr. Shawn didn't

Salome’s POV“You spent the whole morning downstairs, so I stayed busy,” Jeremiah said. He finally looked up from his desk, but his eyes were cold.The tone felt like a physical slap. I took a step back, my skin prickling with sudden heat. I had walked in here feeling tall, ready to share how well the secretary meeting went. Now, that small spark of pride died. I didn't want to tell him anything. I didn't even want to breathe the same air as him.“Callume. Eat your lunch alone,” I said.I spun around and marched toward the exit. He didn't make a sound. He was as quiet as a shadow. Just as my hand reached for the handle, a palm slammed into the wood above my head. The door clicked shut, trapping me. Jeremiah was right behind me. His arms slid around my waist and pulled me back against his chest.I knew I should fight. I should pry his fingers off and walk out, but my muscles refused to move. I leaned back into him instead. My eyes fluttered shut as his scent hit me. He smelled like ceda

Salome’s POV"Of course you can stay here, sweetheart. You are my daughter, and I would love to have you home," my mother said. Her voice through the phone was the warmest thing I had felt all day."Thanks, Mom. That means everything," I replied, leaning back in my office chair.The weight in my chest loosened. I knew then that I had made the right call. I needed the quiet of my childhood bedroom and the smell of my parents' kitchen. We talked for a few more minutes about nothing important, just the small details of home life that made me feel human again. I realized I had stayed away far too long. By the time we hung up, I actually felt like I could breathe.I reached for my laptop and slid it into my leather bag, pulling the zipper shut with a satisfying click. I was ready to vanish for the weekend. But then I looked up and saw Benedict.She was walking toward my desk with a tight, apologetic expression. It was the look people wore right before they dropped a bomb on your lap.I let