Rejected by my Ex, Claimed by His Billionaire Boss

Punish Renee for insulting him

“So,” Arthur opened his mouth, dragging Reneé back from her thoughts. His voice held that weight she could never ignore. “How did you meet my grandson?”

The question hung there. Though his voice sounded calm, Reneé felt a danger in it. He wasn’t asking out of curiosity. He was testing her.

Arthur already knew Killian had created a facade. Reneé could see that the old man’s eyes were full of doubt; he never bothered to hide.

Her tongue went dry for a few seconds.

“What…” The word slipped out before she could stop. “I… I meant…” She exhaled, steadying her voice even as her heartbeat fastened. “What should I tell you… And where should I even start?”

She could feel his eyes on her again, studying every breath she took as if he could control even that. And suddenly, a wicked thought appeared in her mind.

Reneé glanced at the man beside her, who had been ordering her around all day with that arrogant attitude of his. A part of her wanted to shove his face into the nearest wall and end this stupid game. But since she was already knee-deep in this mess… Why shouldn’t she play a little? Why shouldn’t she enjoy watching him go mad in anger?

She turned her head to Killian's face. It almost made her smile.

“Grandpa,” Reneé wiped the corner of her eyes slowly and deliberately, taking a shaky breath. Her voice softened as she looked up. “One day…”

She had barely opened her mouth to begin when Killian cut her off with his gritted teeth as if he was issuing a warning for her.

“Darling, do not go into details.” He squeezed her hand tightly as if warning her.

Reneé clenched her other hand on her lap. Even in front of his grandfather, he was still showing such an attitude.

Arthur leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with interest, as he could sense the tension sparking between them.

“Let her speak first,” Arthur said, his curiosity still lingering in his gaze. “I want to hear what she has to say.”

Killian’s hand clenched beside her, but Reneé didn’t look at him. She could tell Killian was internally telling her not to talk nonsense.

However, the way he had bothered her all this time made her feel she should poke Killian.

“Grandpa, on one fine day…” she began, already cooking the story in her head, “when I was walking on a dark pavement, I stumbled over something and thought… I thought it was a dog,” she whispered, lowering her head. “But when I looked down… it was a beggar.”

Killian snapped his head toward her. “Excuse me?” His voice cracked like he couldn’t believe that she was referring to him as a dog. He felt offended and irritated all at once. But Reneé didn’t give him a second to recover.

“It was a man, Grandpa. I… I took that man to the hospital because he was so sick,” she continued quickly as if holding onto a sad memory. “Because he had nowhere to go, and I felt responsible… so I brought him home after he got discharged from the hospital.” She forced a bright, innocent smile. “I gave him a place to live… and even gave him clothes and food. I even worked extra shifts to manage his extravagant expenses.”

Killian’s eyes turned a shade darker. Arthur noticed, and so did Reneé.

“But you know what?” Her smile softened, eyes shining with fake heartbreak. “I didn’t know he wasn’t just a beggar. He wasn’t helpless at all. He was a billionaire.”

Arthur leaned forward, a slow grin appearing at his lips. “Really?” he asked, genuinely intrigued now. “A billionaire?”

Reneé nodded sweetly, as if she wasn’t burning Killian alive with every word.

Killian, on the other hand, looked like he was one second away from grabbing her wrist and dragging her out of the room. But Reneé pretended not to notice him at all… pretended she was too lost in her own fake “memories” to see the storm building beside her.

“And since I took care of him so much, he…” She lowered her lashes in a shy, delicate way, the kind that made Killian’s eye twitch. “He then proposed to me. Yes, it was your grandson, Grandpa. Killian Morrison went on his knees and begged me to be his wife. He said he was heels over me and wanted to marry me.”

Killian was sipping water because he had needed something to keep himself from exploding, but choked. The water went down the wrong way, and for the first time in his life, he looked genuinely startled.

Proposed? Went on his knees?

Him?

Arthur froze, too. He stared at her like he wasn’t sure whether to scold her or applaud her. She was too bold to lie right to his face. And yet, he didn’t feel offended; if anything, he looked entertained.

“So,” Arthur leaned back, smiling slowly, “you decided to marry him?”

“Of course!” Reneé exclaimed, her eyes widening with fake innocence as she gazed at Arthur. “But… who knew he wasn’t my fluffy puppy but a cold, rich man?” She let out a dramatic sigh, like her life had been nothing but heartbreak. “Though… What could I have done? I had already lost my heart to him.”

She flashed a smile to Killian, who had closed his eyes, trying not to flip the table just to shut her up.

Arthur, however, looked delighted. “What a great love story!” he said, almost clapping. “Killian, I wasn’t aware you had such a romantic side.” The mocking smile spreading across his face made the blow even worse.

Reneé laughed promptly. And to hide it, she slapped her hand over her mouth and quickly turned her head away.

“I would like to use the restroom,” Renee said, rising to her feet. She was unable to hold her laughter and quickly walked away.

Arthur watched her go, shaking his head with a chuckle. “Where did you find that young lady? She called you a puppy, a beggar, and what not? I'm sure you didn't pay her for this,” he remarked.

“Grandpa, I've not paid her,” Killian immediately refused on that part. “Renee loves making jokes,” he said, letting out a fake smile. Inside, he was burning with rage. Once this dinner was over, he was going to punish Renee for insulting him.

“She is my wife, Grandpa. I do l-love her,” Killian stated. Lying on his grandfather's face was tough for him, but he did it anyway.