บททั้งหมดของ Signed, Sealed, I’m Rich: The Rejected Luna’s Multi-Billion : บทที่ 381 - บทที่ 390

Salome POV"Do not even bother checking your emails again," Benedict hissed, snatching the folder from my shaking hands. "You have already filed these in the wrong cabinet twice today. Go home."I stared at the back of his head. I did not move."Are you deaf or just incompetent?" Benedict flicked his pen against the mahogany desk. "The office is a zoo because of the rumours. Do not let yourself become a part of the circus."I turned on my heel. I did not want to be here. I did not want to hear another whisper."Did you hear?" The receptionist leaned over her counter, her voice dropping to a jagged stage whisper as I walked past. "The transfer is confirmed. Rita starts tomorrow."Her friend let out a short, sharp laugh. "Betting pool is open. Ten pounds says Jeremiah has her back in his bed by Friday. You in?"My heart hammered against my ribs. I kept my gaze fixed on the carpet. I counted my steps. One. Two. Three. Do not stop. Do not look at them.The air in the office felt thick. Sta

Salome POV"I know this is just your way of getting back at me," Rita said.She pointed a sharp, manicured finger straight at my chest.The wind on the open rooftop ripped between us, cold and vicious.My teeth ground together until my jaw ached.I wanted to claw that smug, pathetic look right off her face.I wanted to scream at her to get away from him.Instead, I locked my knees and stood my ground.I refused to give her the satisfaction of a reaction.Rita drew a long, ragged breath through her nose.She wiped a wet streak from under her left eye with the back of her wrist.Then her shoulders dropped back.The tears vanished instantly.The fragile victim act died right in front of us."Your mother told me you were seeing someone," Rita said.Her voice did not shake anymore.It was flat.Cold."She made it very clear that she hopes I can get along with Salome," Rita added.Jeremiah let out a sharp, breathless laugh.His heavy boots shifted against the rough concrete of the roof."Oh,

Salome POV"You are standing too close to me," I said.Jeremiah did not move. His leather boots stayed planted on the hardwood floor. His breath hit the side of my neck, hot and heavy."You did not mind it last night," Jeremiah said.My stomach twisted. I stepped back until the edge of the kitchen counter pressed into my spine."Last night was a mistake," I said."Every night with you is a mistake," he whispered.He leaned in closer. His fingers gripped the marble counter on either side of my hips, locking me in place. I could see the tiny pulse beating in his jaw. He was angry. He always got angry when I reminded him that he did not own me."Is that why you brought Rita back here?" I asked.He narrowed his eyes. "Do not bring her into this.""She was your first choice," I said. "You used her until you broke her. Now you want to see if you can do the same to me.""You know nothing about Rita," he said."I know she was in your bed before I was," I said.My voice did not shake. I forced

ISalome POV"Drink it before you pass out," Richard said, pressing the cold glass into my palm.Ice rattled against the glass rim."I am fine," I said."Your knuckles are white, Salome.""I said I am fine."I lifted the glass with trembling fingers. The water was freezing. It burned my throat as I swallowed. My chest felt tight, like a band of iron was winding around my ribs. Every breath was a struggle."He is waiting for you upstairs," Richard said. He glanced up at the ceiling. "She is still up there too.""I know who is up there.""You do not have to go back to the flat.""I have no choice.""There is always a choice," Richard muttered. He reached out, his fingers hovering near my wrist. "Look at me. You look like you are going to faint."I pulled my hand back. "I am not going to faint."I stood up from the bench. My legs wobbled beneath me. I grabbed my light purple cardigan from the chair. My fingers fumbled with the soft fabric as I pulled it over my shoulders."He will see righ

Salome POV"I will make sure the billing department sends the invoice for your seat directly to the Richardson pack house, Barnabas," Jeremiah said.His voice was clear and level against the roar of the jet engines on the tarmac. He did not look at Barnabas. He kept his eyes on the pilot who was checking the luggage manifest.Barnabas stepped forward, his boots crunching loud on the loose gravel near the runway. His jaw was set so tight that the skin around his mouth looked white. "I do not care about your invoices, Shawn. I am boarding this aeroplane because my wife is on it.""Ex-wife," I said, leaning back against the leather seat of the transport vehicle.The metal door was open, and the heat from the concrete runway was starting to make the air inside the cabin feel thick. I gripped the plastic armrest to keep the weight off my bad leg. The bandages beneath my trousers felt tight.Barnabas whirled around to face me. He reached out his hand, his fingers stopping just an inch away f