All Chapters of Used by my billionaire boss: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Adriana adjusted the fake nurse’s badge on her scrubs, the plastic cool against her chest. The hospital corridor buzzed with noise—rolling gurneys, beeping monitors, hushed voices—but she moved through it like a shadow. At the nurses’ station, a young woman with tired eyes glanced up from her computer. “Shift change already?” the nurse asked. Adriana smiled, sliding an envelope across the counter. Inside was enough cash to buy a small car. “I need five minutes in the NICU. Alone.” The nurse stared at the money, then at Adriana’s flawless face. “I could lose my job.” “Or you could retire early.” Adriana leaned closer, her voice honey-smooth. “Five minutes. That’s all.” The nurse pocketed the envelope. --- Years earlier, Adriana had perfected the art of buying loyalty. Leon’s friends were easier targets. At their first anniversary party—a event he’d forgotten—she’d sipped champagne by the pool, watching his business partner, Richard, loosen his tie under her gaze.

Adriana sat at her sleek office desk, her red nails tapping against her laptop keyboard. The screen glowed with fake financial documents—transactions, emails, and spreadsheets all carefully crafted to ruin Leon. She smirked as she clicked *send*, leaking the files to every major news outlet. By morning, the world would believe Leon had stolen millions from his own company. Just like old times, she thought. --- Five Years Earlier Adriana opened her diary, the leather cover soft under her fingers. She wrote in bold, slanted letters: *Love is a game, and I play to win.* *Leon thinks he can ignore me? Let’s see how he ignores this.* She closed the diary and picked up her phone. Richard answered on the first ring. “Meet me at the hotel,” she said. “Room 407.” Richard hesitated. “Leon’s my friend, Adriana. This isn’t right.” She rolled her eyes. “You’ve been staring at me for months. Don’t pretend you’re noble now.” Twenty minutes later, they were in bed. Adriana made

The therapist’s office was quiet, the kind of quiet that made Leon’s skin itch. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, painting stripes on the beige carpet. He sat in a stiff leather chair, his hands gripping the armrests like they might fly away if he let go. Across from him, Dr. Ellis waited, her notebook balanced on her knee. Her silence was a question he didn’t want to answer. It had been six months since the divorce. Six months of sleepless nights, of pacing his empty penthouse, of staring at his phone like it might ring with Adriana’s laughter. But she was gone, and the only voice left was the one in his head, nagging him about all the ways he’d failed. “You said last week that you wanted to talk about control,” Dr. Ellis said finally. Her voice was gentle, but it felt like a scalpel peeling back his skin. Leon shifted in his seat. “I don’t know what else there is to say. I messed up. I pushed her away. End of story.” “You mentioned feeling… possessive. Like you needed to

Leon stared out at the city skyline from his office window as the last light of day faded away. He felt the heavy burden of past mistakes and the sting of betrayal mingle with a renewed determination to fight back. The legal papers on his desk were not just documents but weapons in a battle that had been years in the making. Every clause and every precedent reminded him of the lessons learned during a painful marriage and of warnings long ago dismissed. In the quiet hum of his office, he recalled his father's somber words and the night before his wedding when those words had cut deep. His father had warned him that Adriana would hollow him out, that her beauty and cunning would leave him empty and broken. Back then, desperate to prove that he could fix her and determined to believe that love would conquer every flaw, Leon had ignored that caution. Now, as he prepared to use the legal loopholes once taught to him by the very woman who had betrayed his trust, he knew that the time had c

Stephanie stepped into the grand foyer of the Phenoix mansion with a heart full of hope. She wore a soft blue dress and a gentle smile, determined to prove that she belonged. The large chandelier above cast a warm glow on the polished floors as she was led into the dining room for the formal family dinner. The room was filled with long tables set with fine china and gleaming silverware. The soft hum of conversation and polite laughter filled the space, but beneath the surface, Stephanie sensed an unspoken tension.Leon greeted her with a kind smile and a brief nod before disappearing into a side conversation with one of his relatives. Stephanie took a deep breath and tried to steady her nerves as she sat down at a table with a mix of curious and cold stares from the rest of the family. She had long dreamed of this moment, imagining a supportive family that embraced her for her love of Leon, but the expressions around her told a different story.Before the first course was served, an e