All Chapters of Oh No! I Hired My Husband's Boyfriend : Chapter 21 - Chapter 29

Chapter 22The transition from the neon-yellow vest of a courier to the stiff, black polyester of a driver’s suit felt less like a promotion and more like a lateral move through the circles of Hell. George stood by the obsidian-black Leroy executive SUV, his gloved hands trembling as he polished a smudge on the door handle that only he could see.The midday heat of the city had been replaced by the oppressive, humid stillness of the Leroy International underground garage. Here, the air tasted of expensive exhaust and cooling rubber. George checked his reflection in the tinted window. He looked like a shadow, anonymous, replaceable, and utterly silent."The retreat is at The Verdant Apex," Killian’s voice boomed, echoing off the concrete pillars before the man himself appeared.Killian was dressed in casual luxury: a cream linen shirt unbuttoned just enough to be dangerous and tailored trousers that cost more than the car George had crashed in college. Beside him, Katherine was an ic

Chapter 24: The silence that followed Katherine’s announcement wasn't empty; it was heavy, pressurized by the sudden, violent inversion of the Kendrick family tree. Beatrice sat frozen, the paper in her hand rattling like a dry leaf. George felt as though the very floorboards he stood upon, boards he had assumed were his birthright had turned into thin air."A tenant?" Beatrice’s voice finally broke through, thin and reedy. "Katherine, this is a joke. A cruel, low-class joke. You cannot acquire a legacy. How would I afford my treatment, my…my…medicine..""I didn't acquire a legacy, Beatrice," Katherine said, leaning forward to blow out the flickering candle between them. The smoke curled around her face like a veil. "I acquired a debt. Your debt. To the Venetian, to the holding companies you bled dry to keep George in silk ties, and to the taxes you haven't paid since 2022. I didn't steal this house. I saved it from the auction block. But in doing so, I’ve decided the management nee

Chapter 26The three-mile uphill climb to the federal building had been a brutal exercise in physical and mental degradation. By the time George reached the Leroy International headquarters, his lungs felt like they were filled with hot glass, and the Contract Courier vest was plastered to his skin with salt-rimed sweat.He didn't go to the mailroom. He didn't check in with the dispatcher. Instead, George bypassed the service elevator, slipping through the side entrance and into the executive lift before the security team could spot his neon-yellow disgrace. He hit the button for the 50th floor, the Penthouse Suite.He needed to breathe. He needed to hear the voice that, only weeks ago, had promised him a seat at the table of the gods. He needed Killian.The doors slid open to a world of silent, expensive perfection. The air was chilled, smelling of silver polish and success. George hurried toward the massive double doors of Killian’s private office, his sneakers squeaking wetly on

Chapter 28The silver tray felt like a lead weight in my hands as I retreated to the service scullery. My chest was tight, a frantic mix of adrenaline and the cold, hard realization that the crack I had found in Clause 14 was a ticking clock. I didn't have much time. If Katherine signed that original document after her Zurich call, the leverage I had envisioned would vanish into the Leroy vault forever.I needed to swap it. I needed to replace the final signature page with a version I’d spent all night drafting on a burner laptop in the mudroom, a version where the loophole wasn't just a mistake, but a trap door that diverted the Kendrick estate’s primary dividends into an offshore trust I’d reactivated from my father’s old records.I waited. I watched the heavy oak doors like a scavenger watching a dying lion.When the boardroom finally emptied for a ten-minute recess, I moved. I didn't carry a tray this time; I carried a bucket of industrial floor cleaner and a rag. I looked like e