All Chapters of Signed, Sealed, I’m Rich: The Rejected Luna’s Multi-Billion : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Salome’s POV"Clementine, would you stop turning your head like we are being hunted by a rogue pack?" I spoke.My friend glanced at the rearview mirror for the fifth time since we left the curb. She gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white. "I can't help it. That was a lot of eyes back there, Salome. Are you sure you want to play it this way?"I leaned my head back against the seat and closed my eyes. "I am tired of being the girl who gets cheated on. If they want a show, I will give them a masterpiece.""You really think Barnabas will fall for it?" Clementine asked."He already did," I said.“You have to be kidding me, Salome. Look behind us. That Bentley is still there.”Clementine gripped the steering wheel so tight her knuckles were white. She kept glancing at the rearview mirror every three seconds. We had left the hospital ten minutes ago, and the sleek, black car had stayed exactly two car lengths behind us the entire time.I leaned my head back against the seat and closed

Salome’s POV"You are staring again," Jeremiah said.The sound of his voice snapped me back to the present. I realized I was biting my lip, my mind still stuck on the way he looked at me on the plane. That heavy, lingering gaze was burned into my brain. I tried to shake the image, but the harder I fought it, the more it stuck.Jeremiah stood over my wheelchair, his expression hard to read. He didn't look angry, but those dark eyes saw right through me. "Is something on your mind?""Nope," I said. The word came out too fast and a little too high. "Just spacing out. Tired, I guess.""Mhm." He didn't believe me for a second. A tiny muscle in his jaw twitched, almost like he was fighting a smile, but he turned his head before I could be sure.The elevator doors slid open at the top floor. I expected him to wheel me straight to the kitchen. My stomach was already growling, and the smell of something savoury was drifting through the air. Ins

Salome’s POV“Barnabas, if you don’t get up this second, I will have security drag you back to the basement,” Jeremiah said.His voice was like ice. He didn’t even look angry, just bored, as he pulled his phone from his pocket. The calm in his posture made the threat feel a lot more real.Barnabas’s head snapped up. His eyes were bloodshot and wide. “Don’t you dare touch me!” He turned his gaze toward me, his expression twisting into something like hurt. “Salome, are you really letting him call the shots for you now?”I crossed my arms, ignoring the dull throb in my bandaged knee. “I am not letting anyone do anything, Barnabas. You broke into my home. You are not my concern anymore, and you certainly are not my responsibility.”The heavy thud of boots echoed down the hallway. Right on time, the building manager appeared with two uniformed guards. They looked pale, their eyes darting between Jeremiah and the mess on the floor.“My apologies, Alpha Jeremiah,” the manager panted. He took

Salome’s POV"Do you plan on destroying every bit of respect this family has left before the week is over?"The voice boomed through the foyer, heavy and sharp. Rigoberto Richardson was back. Barnabas’s father didn't just walk into a room; he took it over. He had cut his business trip short the moment the news reached him, and his face was a mask of pure fury. He stood in the centre of the drawing room, glaring at his son like Barnabas was a stranger who had just set the house on fire."I leave for ten days," Rigoberto growled. His eyes were fixed on Barnabas, who looked like he wanted to vanish into the floorboards. "Ten days, and I come back to find our name dragged through the mud. You didn't just embarrass your wife. You turned this pack into a joke for the entire internet to laugh at."Barnabas stood there, jaw tight, refusing to meet his father’s eyes."I expected a leader," Rigoberto continued, his voice dropping to a dange

Salome’s POV"You owe it to yourself to at least listen," Rigoberto’s voice had echoed through the receiver last night.I had spent an hour staring at the blank screen of my phone after the call ended. He was wrong. I didn’t owe that family anything. Not my time, not my forgiveness, and certainly not another second of my life. But I did owe myself a clean break. I needed to walk away without any strings attached. That meant facing the fire one last time.The next morning, I gripped the phone and dialled the number back. I kept my breathing steady."I will be there," I said, my voice sounding firmer than I felt. "But let it be clear. I am coming to sign the papers and end this. After today, I want nothing to do with Barnabas or the Richardson Pack."Rigoberto stayed quiet for a long second. I could almost hear him shifting in his leather chair. "I understand," he finally muttered.I hung up. It was done.At breakfast,