Lahat ng Kabanata ng Signed, Sealed, I’m Rich: The Rejected Luna’s Multi-Billion : Kabanata 371 - Kabanata 380

Salome POV"Get your hands off my doorframe before I break your fingers."My pulse hammered against my ribs. I stared at the two men standing on the front porch.Jeremiah did not blink. His dark eyes locked onto mine, hard and unyielding.Behind him, Richard adjusted his tie. He looked down at his polished leather shoes, then back up at me."Jeremiah told me you were drinking last night," Richard said. He took a half-step forward. "He wanted me to drive you to the office.""I do not need a driver," I said. My knuckles turned white against the painted wood. "I do not need either of you."Jeremiah narrowed his eyes. He stepped closer, crowding my space until I could smell his expensive cologne."You did not show up for your shift," Jeremiah said. His voice dropped an octave. "I went to your flat. You were gone.""So you tracked me here?" I demanded."You drove across the city in the middle of the night," he said. His jaw muscles clenched. "It was stupid. It was dangerous."I let out a sh

Salome POV"Get your hands off my daughter before I break them."My father's voice didn't shake. It was a flat, heavy rock dropping into the middle of the kitchen.Barnabas didn't let go of my wrist immediately. His grip tightened just enough to make the bones click, a tiny, toxic flex of ownership he always used when people were watching. His skin felt slick. Hot. Like petrol left out in the sun."She's my wife, Hank," Barnabas said. He smiled, but the corner of his left eye was twitching. "We are discussing our marriage. Family business. You should go back to the farm.""Ex-wife," I spat.I didn't try to pull away. Pulling away showed weakness, and Barnabas fed on weakness like a stray dog in a bin. Instead, I drove the heel of my boot down onto the top of his expensive leather shoe.Hard.Barnabas gasped, his grip snapping open. He staggered back two steps, his heel catching on the edge of the rug. His face flushed a dark, ugly purple."You bitch," he whispered."Step back, Barnabas

Stanley POV"I grew up with Penelope."My voice cut through the thick heat of the midday sun.Jeremiah did not blink. He kept his hands stuffed deep inside his trouser pockets. His jaw remained set like a block of granite."Her name was Polaris back then," I said. "Her mother worked as our family maid. They lived under our roof."I looked down at the gravel beneath my feet. My right boot tore a slow, deliberate trench into the dry dirt."We were close," I muttered.Richard shifted his weight behind Jeremiah. His expensive leather shoes crunched loudly against the loose stones. The sound made my nerves twitch."I saw her at the supermarket three days ago," I said. "I knew her face instantly."I kept the rest of the memory locked behind my teeth. I did not tell them how Penelope looked straight through me. I did not mention the ice in her eyes or the way she turned her shopping trolley around to avoid my gaze. That was a humiliating detail. Jeremiah did not need to know how thoroughly I

Salome POV"Where do you think you are going?"My mother’s voice sliced through the heavy silence of the kitchen, sharp enough to draw blood.I froze, my fingers digging into the glossy, neon-green wrapping paper of the box Barnabas had shoved into my hands this morning. The synthetic edges crinkled under my palms, loud as a gunshot in the cramped room."Out," I said. I did not turn around. I kept my eyes locked on the white kitchen counter, tracking a hairline crack in the laminate."You have been back for less than twenty-four hours, Salome," my father muttered from the doorway. He was leaning against the frame, his grease-stained thumbs hooked into his belt loops. He didn’t look at me. He looked at the floor. "Your mother spent three hours making that stew. You barely touched the broth.""I am not hungry.""You are never hungry when Stanley’s name comes up," my mother snapped. She slammed a ceramic mug onto the draining board. It didn't break, but the sharp clack echoed off the low

Salome POV"If Rita is returning, shouldn't you have known about it before today, considering you're the vice president of this company?"My voice sliced through the stale air of the office.Korbin snapped his mouth shut. His teeth actually clicked together.The look on his face was pure, unadulterated shock.I held his gaze, refusing to blink, refusing to let him see how hard my knuckles were pressing into the edge of his mahogany desk."From now on, you should be more mindful of how you address others," Korbin said. His voice dropped an octave. It was a low, ugly rumble.He leaned forward, his shadow spilling across the polished wood."There are many things you remain blissfully ignorant of, Salome. If you don't tread carefully, let's just say the consequences won't be in your favour."My skin prickled. A hot surge of anger rushed right to my collarbone.The bloke was trying to scare me in my own workplace.I forced a tight, plastic smile onto my face. I would rather choke on my own