All Chapters of Signed, Sealed, I’m Rich: The Rejected Luna’s Multi-Billion : Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Jeremiah POVThe secretarial pool is entirely empty by five o'clock, but her desk looks like a bomb went off.Her notebook is wide open. Her silver pen is rolling near the edge of the mahogany. Her mobile phone is sitting right next to the keyboard, the screen lighting up every few minutes with a text message from a number I do not recognise.I pick the phone up. The glass is warm.I run my thumb over the screen, my mind flashing back to the way she tasted less than two hours ago. Her lips were soft, yielding, completely different from the sharp, professional mask she wears every morning. I had crossed the line. I knew it the second my hands found her hips, but I could not stop."Sir?"I snap around. Benedict is standing at the entrance of the cubicle, a stack of grey folders tucked against her ribs. She looks at the phone in my hand, then at my face. Her eyes go wide."Where is she?" I ask. My voice is too loud for the empty floor."She went home," Benedict says, taking a step back. "

Salome POV"When do you think my ankle injury will heal?"I keep my eyes locked on Jay, refusing to look at the man standing right behind him. The air in the tiny examination room feels heavy, thick with the smell of antiseptic and the suffocating presence of my ex-husband.Jay freezes, a fresh ice pack clutched in his hand. He looks between me and the shadow looming near the door."If you stay off it for a couple of days, elevate it, and keep it iced, it should be fine by Monday," Jay says. His voice is steady, but I catch the quick twitch of his jaw. He steps closer, blocking my view of Barnabas. "But you must not try to walk on it right now. You are much more likely to injure it further. If you put weight on it while the ligaments are weak, you might actually break the bone."I force my lips to stretch into something resembling a smile. It feels like plastic. It feels like a grimace."I promise I will be careful," I say."You could recover a lot better if you quit your job," Barnaba

Salome POV"You do not have a choice in this," Barnabas said.He stepped closer on the narrow pavement.The scent of his expensive aftershave hit my nose.I gripped the rubber handles of my crutches.The metal poles dug into my palms."I have every choice," I said.My voice came out steadier than I felt."We are at an impasse," he said.He held his hands up in the air.He offered a fake smile that did not reach his eyes."Let us settle it the old way," he said.My stomach dropped."No," I said."One round of rock, paper, scissors," he said.He stepped into my personal space.His shoe scraped against the concrete kerb."If you win, you invite a friend," he said.He lowered his chin."If I win, we go to the campus alone," he said.I looked down at his right hand.His fingers were already curling into a loose fist.We used to do this when we were married.We used it to decide on takeaway or cinema seats.Now it felt like a trap."This is ridiculous," I said."It is a fair game," he said.

Raymond POV"Turn it down, Benedict, I am freezing," I said.Benedict did not slide her eyes off the road. She reached out and hit the button on the dashboard. The air conditioning unit hummed louder. Cold air blasted straight into my chest, turning the sweat on my collarbone to ice."I cannot," Benedict muttered. "The windows are fogging up from the back seat."I gripped the edge of my seat. My fingers dug into the fabric. The car sat at the kerb, idling hard. Outside, the city traffic blurred past in a smear of red taillights and yellow headlamps.My skin felt raw. Every muscle in my neck was locked.How did Barnabas find me twice in twenty-four hours?The thought had crawled through my mind this morning, but now it felt like a concrete wall. He was stalking me. He had to be. Did he slide a tracker under the bumper of my car while I slept? Did he bribe the receptionist at my building?Barnabas had done far worse things during our divorce. A tracking device was simple for him.Beside

Salome POV"Look out the window, Salome."Barnabas leaned forward from the back seat, his breath hitting the side of my neck."We used to sneak out here between classes."I did not turn around.My eyes stayed locked on the dark tarmac ahead."That was ten years ago, Barnabas.""But you remember it."His voice had that familiar, desperate edge."You remember the night by the water.""I remember how it ended," I said.My fingers tightened around the handle of my crutch.The rubber grip felt cold against my palm.Jeremiah shifted beside me in the front seat.His knuckles were white on his knee."Stop the car, Benedict," Barnabas ordered.Benedict did not slow down.She kept her eyes on the road, her hands steady on the steering wheel."I take orders from one person in this vehicle," Benedict said.She glanced at Jeremiah in the rearview mirror."Jeremiah," Barnabas snapped. "Tell her to pull over."Jeremiah did not look back at him.He reached over and pressed a button on the dashboard.T