All Chapters of Signed, Sealed, I’m Rich: The Rejected Luna’s Multi-Billion : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Barnabas’s POV"If a single hair on her head is out of place, there will be no mercy," I said, staring directly into the lens of the camera.I stood in the centre of the room, my jaw tight as the recording light glowed red. I didn't care about looking polished or professional anymore. This wasn't a business announcement. This was a war cry."I am speaking to Genevieve Vane, Portia Vane, and every member of that family," I continued, my voice echoing against the walls. "Release Salome now. If you don't, Shawn Group will not only sever every tie we have with the Vane Group, but we will also use every legal and financial resource at our disposal to bury you. This is no longer about business rumors. This is kidnapping. This is a crime. And I will see you behind bars for it."I signalled for the tech to stop. Within seconds, the video was live. It hit our official social media accounts, my private profiles, and the local news outlets simultaneously. I made sure the sheriff’s office received

Salome’s POV“Shut up!” Portia screamed.The sound tore through the small room, raw and jagged. Her face twisted into something unrecognizable. The girl I had known was gone, replaced by this shaking, frantic stranger.“You think you’re so smart,” she spat. “You think you know everything about him. You’re just a manipulative little bitch.”I tasted copper in my mouth. My wrists burned where the duct tape bit into my skin. I forced myself to meet her eyes, keeping my voice as steady as I could.“I don’t have to know everything,” I said. “I just have to know him.”The slap came so fast I didn’t see it. My head whipped to the side, the world spinning for a second. A dull, throbbing pain bloomed across my cheek and radiated into my jaw. I didn’t cry out. I wouldn’t give her that. I focused on the floor, watching a stray dust mote dance in the dim light until the ringing in my ears faded.Portia stepped closer, her breath hot on my skin. “You think that smug little mouth of yours will save

Salome’s POV“You don’t have to stay here, Barnabas.”I didn’t look at him when I said it. My voice sounded thin and papery, like something that might tear if I pushed it too hard. I kept my eyes fixed on the IV bag hanging beside my bed. Each plastic drip felt like a ticking clock, marking seconds I didn’t want to spend in this room. Across the hall, Jeremiah was in his own ward, and Clementine was finally asleep on a plastic bench outside. It was just us.Barnabas didn’t move. He was sitting on the very edge of the mattress, his weight tilting the bed just enough that I could feel the heat of him. A few months ago, I would have leaned into that warmth. Now, it just felt like a physical weight I wasn't strong enough to carry.“I want to stay,” he said. His voice was thick and gravelly. He sounded like he hadn't slept in days, even though it had only been hours since the police dragged Portia away. &ld

Salome’s POV“I mean, it is a real tragedy when you think about it,” Clementine said. She tapped her fingers against the steering wheel in a slow, steady rhythm. “If someone told me back when we were eighteen that Barnabas Richardson would throw away the only good thing he ever had, I would have called them a liar. He was the golden alpha. He had everything.”I looked out the window at the passing trees. I gave her a tired smile that did not quite reach my eyes. “Fairy tales always sound perfect at the start. You just do not realize they are rotting from the inside until the smell gets too bad to ignore.”Clementine did not try to argue with that. I had nothing left to say either.We pulled up to the Silvermoon courthouse a few minutes later. The sky looked like a heavy gray sheet pulled tight over the city. Moonlight tried to poke through the clouds in thin, pale streaks. The building itself was a giant mass of p

Caspian and Salome’s POV“You have no idea what you are doing, Portia,” Caspian said. He gripped the edge of the hospital bed until his knuckles turned white. “This is a breakdown. You are hurting yourself, and you are taking all of us down with you.”Portia did not look away. She stared at him with a flat, glass-like intensity. “I know every single move I am making.”The room went quiet. Caspian felt a chill settle in his chest. He had come here to talk sense into her, but he realized there was no sense left to find. She was not just being stubborn. She was lost in a version of reality that only she could see. Her face was a mask of confidence, but he could see the tiny tremors around her eyes. She was unravelling.Caspian stepped toward the door and signalled for the nurse. “She needs a sedative,” he said. His voice was cold and firm. “No more visitors. Not today. Not until she is stable.&rdquo