Semua Bab Signed, Sealed, I’m Rich: The Rejected Luna’s Multi-Billion : Bab 141 - Bab 150

Salome’s POV“Sit down and do not move, or you will ruin every single thing we just did,” Clementine snapped.The warning hung in the air like a physical weight. Mrs. Vane had been halfway out of her chair, her face pale as she watched Celeste. On the floor, the witch was still lost in the throes of whatever ritual she had started. It was hard to look at, but impossible to turn away from. Celeste had sliced her own palm with a silver blade only moments before. I watched from the shadows of the doorway, my heart hammering against my ribs. The blood had barely touched the gold chalice before Celeste’s body gave out.She lay on the floor now, her limbs jerking in sharp, rhythmic movements. It went on for what felt like hours, though the clock on the wall said it had only been two minutes. The silence in the room was broken only by the sound of Celeste’s heels drumming against the wood and Mrs. Vane’s shallow, panicked breathing.Suddenly, the convulsing stopped. Celeste rose. She didn't u

Salome’s POV"Do you think the spirits are actually listening, or is she just making this up as she goes?" I whispered, though my voice didn't carry much weight in the cramped room.The air inside the small chamber felt heavy and smelled like old incense. Now that I knew Celeste was a complete fake, the dim lighting and the velvet drapes didn't feel mysterious anymore. They just felt dusty. Celeste led our group of four to a small table in the center. I looked around, hoping to see Clementine, but the room was empty except for the self-proclaimed witch.Celeste sat down and began to wave her hands over a glass ball. Her movements were slow and dramatic. "What questions do you have for the ancient sisters who came before me?" she asked. Her voice was low and raspy, like she was trying too hard to sound old."I want to know who I am going to marry," Jeremiah said.I turned my head so fast I felt a pop in my neck. I stared at him, waiting for a

Salome’s POV“I actually did it, Salome. I managed to hide a bug inside one of the necklaces Celeste sold to Mrs. Vane.”I stared at Clementine, my jaw dropping. My brain took a second to catch up with what she just said. We had been trying to find a way into that house for weeks. “You’re kidding. You actually got a listening device past her?”“I’m serious,” Clementine said. She looked proud of herself, and she had every right to be. She leaned against the arm of her couch, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “I knew we wouldn’t get much from Mrs. Vane just by talking to her. She’s too careful. So, I had Celeste tell her that the stones need to be brought back regularly to be recharged. It gives us a reason to swap them out, and it gives us a direct line to every conversation she has with her daughter.”I didn't even think before I leaned over and pulled her into a tight hug.

Salome’s POV“Is that the police on the line?” I whispered, my voice cracking in the dark.Clementine didn’t answer right away. She was too busy fumbling with her bag. We were both shaking so hard that even basic movements felt like a struggle. I had just narrowly avoided face-planting into a decorative vase, and Clementine nearly took out a floor lamp in her rush. Finally, her fingers closed around her phone. She hit the screen, dialed three digits, and shoved it onto speaker.“Please,” Clementine said, her voice hitching as soon as the operator picked up. “We need someone at my apartment right now. Someone is pounding on my door and I think they’ve already gotten inside.”She looked at me, her eyes wide and glassy. She was trying to keep her shoulders straight, trying to look like she had it under control, but she was trembling. Outside, the noise was relentless. It wasn’t just a knock. It was

Salome’s POV“How much do you want for the letter?” Barnabas asked.I didn't answer him. I just stared at the hand he tried to rest on my shoulder until he pulled it back. Clementine shifted her weight, stepping between us like a human shield. She looked ready to snap at him, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of a scene.“I can have my assistant wire any amount you name,” Barnabas continued, his voice as cold and transactional as ever. “Or if you prefer cash, I can arrange that by the end of the hour.”I turned my back on him. The arrogance was nothing new, but it still felt like a physical weight in my chest. I started walking toward the parking lot, my heels clicking sharply against the pavement. Clementine kept pace with me, her presence a silent comfort.“Salome, stop,” he called out.I heard his footsteps behind us. He was following me, just like he always did when he d