Rejected by my Ex, Claimed by His Billionaire Boss

Renée stood frozen in the doorway, her heart pounding as she took in the scene before her. Her hand instinctively shot up to cover her mouth, stifling the gasp that threatened to escape. There, tangled in the sheets of her own bed, was her boyfriend, Shawn, entwined with another woman. The intimacy of their position, the way his hands moved over her body, left no doubt in Renée's mind about what had just occurred. But it wasn’t just any woman. As Renée’s vision sharpened, she recognized the familiar cascade of blonde hair, her best friend, Lucy Winfred. The betrayal cut deeper, twisting like a knife in her chest. Unable to contain herself any longer, Renée bellowed, her voice trembling with fury and hurt, "Shawn!" Without a second thought, Renée’s hand shot out, grabbing the heavy vase from the table beside the door. With a cry of rage, she hurled the vase at Shawn with all her might, her hand trembling as she released it. She didn’t care whether it would hit him or not. Shawn’s eyes widened in panic as he realized what was happening. He scrambled to pull away from Lucy, who was equally startled, her face paling as she recognized the rage in Renée’s eyes. Shawn barely managed to duck as the vase hurtled toward him, crashing into the wall just above the headboard with a deafening sound. Renée’s eyes blazed with fury as Shawn’s words cut through the thick silence. "Renée, have you gone mad?" His voice was sharp, tinged with anger. "Did you just try to kill me?" He demanded, his tone incredulous as he glared at her. Lucy, standing beside him, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, her eyes narrowing as she directed a cold, judgmental glare at Renée. The sight of Lucy, her so-called best friend, standing there so brazenly after what she had done, made Renée’s blood boil. Renée’s voice trembled with disbelief as she choked out, "How dare you both do this behind my back? Tomorrow is our engagement day, Shawn!" She then turned to Lucy, her eyes pleading for an explanation. "And you, Lucy, why did you do it?" She struggled to comprehend how her best friend could betray her so completely. Shawn’s face hardened at Renée’s words. He stepped forward, closing the distance between them. "Don’t say anything to Lucy," he snapped, his voice growing louder with each word. "It is good that you witnessed all this because I am not getting engaged to you!" Renée stopped blinking at that moment. This wasn’t just a betrayal; it was a complete and utter rejection. Everything she thought she knew, everything she had built with him, was crumbling before her eyes. "What did you say?" she asked. She was supposed to confront him, to demand answers, but now it felt like the ground was slipping from beneath her feet. How had it turned into this? Why did it suddenly seem like she was the one to blame? Before Shawn could respond, Lucy’s voice cut through the air. "Renée, did you not hear him? Shawn doesn't want to be with you. Now, leave!" Lucy spat, her tone dripping with bitterness and contempt. Renée’s anger flared up. Without thinking, she stormed toward Lucy, her hand flying out before she could stop herself. The sound of the slap echoed through the room. Lucy stumbled back, her hand instinctively covering her cheek, her eyes wide with shock. "This is for eyeing someone else's man," Renée hissed with fury. The slap hadn’t eased her pain, but it had given her a brief satisfaction. Shawn’s reaction was immediate and fierce. He barked at Renée, his voice filled with a fury she had never heard before, as he shoved her away from Lucy. His movements were rough, filled with anger as he moved to comfort Lucy, touching her cheek gently where Renée had struck her. Then Shawn turned his glare back to Renée, his eyes dark with loathing. He pointed his finger at her, his words cold and cutting. "If you want to walk on your legs, leave this house and never show us your disgusting face again. I hate you," he declared, each word like a slap in Renée's face. The man she had loved, the man she had planned to marry, was gone, replaced by someone she barely recognized. Renée couldn't believe her eyes. "You promised me," she uttered in a loud enough voice. "One who doesn't even have a family name dreamt of marrying me! It's such an irony," he sneered with contempt. "Gosh! Even looking at you fills me with disgust and makes me mad." His relentless tirade left no room for Renée to defend herself, his intent clear—to humiliate her, to strip her of every last shred of dignity she had. Lucy, emboldened by Shawn’s behavior, spoke up with an air of superiority. "Shawn, just throw her out of our house," she demanded coldly. "Your house? It's mine!" she declared, wiping the tears from her eyes. This was her home, the place she had built her dreams in, and she wasn’t about to let them take it away so easily. But Shawn wasn’t done with his cruel game. He smirked, a twisted satisfaction in his eyes, as he walked over to the bedside table. Opening the drawer, he pulled out a stack of papers and held them up in front of Renée. "It's not yours, you foolish woman," he said, his voice mocking. "It's in my name now. So, stop calling my house yours." Renée’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the papers in his hand. She felt as if the ground beneath her was crumbling away. Her throat went dry, and her hands began to tremble uncontrollably. How had he done this? How had he taken everything from her without her even realizing it? Before she could react, Shawn snatched the papers from her and handed them to Lucy, who accepted them with a smug smile. Renée’s shock quickly turned to desperation as she lunged forward, trying to grab the documents from Lucy. "Give me the papers! This isn't yours," she cried out, her voice filled with panic. But Shawn was quicker. He grabbed her arm, and yanked her away from Lucy. Without a word, he began dragging her out of the room, ignoring her frantic protests. Renée struggled against him, her pleas falling on deaf ears as he dragged her down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, Renée finally managed to break free. Fueled by a mix of rage and desperation, she swung her hand with all her might, landing a hard slap across Shawn’s face. "You, bastard!" She cussed at him. For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still. Shawn’s face contorted with fury, his eyes blazing with anger. In a flash, he grabbed a fistful of Renée’s hair, yanking her head back cruelly. "Ahhh!" Renée screamed in pain, but her cries only seemed to spur him on. His grip tightened as he dragged her out of the house. With a final, vicious shove, Shawn threw Renée out of the house, her body hitting the cold ground outside the main gate. "Now, leave and never show me your face again," he declared, turning on his heel and disappearing through the gates of the house without a second glance.