All Chapters of Billionaire Boss? Nah, Just A Possessive Husband!: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1 Office Shag, Interrupted

My husband is a billionaire. I’m not saying this to brag about how luxurious my daily life is. I just have one question—do all billionaires cheat?Like right now, his head is buried against the 36D breasts of a young woman sitting on his lap. From where I stand, the two of them look like some kind of ultra–postmodern sculpture titled Interrupted Sex.Before his hand could pull that blonde’s dress all the way up to her chest, I pushed open the door. Enough. I’m not some voyeur into multi-partner arrangements—especially not when the man in the scene is my own husband.I don’t know how the other trophy wives of billionaires manage it. But me? I can’t stay that calm. If not for my current predicament, I swear I’d dump scalding coffee right onto that bastard’s dick.I coughed again. My husband, Cary, finally lifted his handsome face from the woman’s overflowing cleavage (seriously, how was he not suffocating?) and glared at me.“Didn’t anyone teach you to knock?” he growled, voice sharp wit

Chapter 2 A Hug or a Fuck

“You serious?” Portia Pierce asked for the nth time in twenty minutes.“Yes.”“You’re really dumping that playboy?”“I am.”“Are you still the High C I know—or did aliens possess you?” my best friend yelled down the line. “Whoever you are, get out of High C’s body! By the power of Christ, begone!”I frowned, lying on the couch in my new apartment, and moved the phone slightly away from my ear. “Have you been watching The Exorcist again?”“You being able to name my favorite movie proves you’re probably still the original High C.” Portia quickly accepted my decision to divorce and immediately switched gears. “Then we have to celebrate! The Verve, eleven tonight. Put on your sluttiest dress and your tackiest makeup! I won’t leave until I’ve introduced you to the sexiest man in the club tonight!” She hung up before I could refuse.Which was fine—I wasn’t going to refuse.Clubs weren’t really my scene anymore, but if I wanted to cut Cary Grant out of my life cleanly, the divorce papers alon

Chapter 3 Just a Secretary

Everyone froze as if turned into ice, not daring to make a sound. They would never dare mock me in front of Cary.I knew Cary—he could humiliate me, but that didn’t mean anyone could, not even his mother. I summed it up as a chauvinistic, perverse possessiveness.Cary was tall; even in a suit his presence made the air hard to breathe. He filled the space like a beast. Rick’s face had gone the color of the dead.“Cary, I was drunk. It was just a joke—” the man stammered.“Cary? I don’t remember knowing you,” Cary’s voice vibrated from his chest, and Rick immediately dropped to his knees.“Mr. Grant, I apologize. I was stupid, pathetic; how dare I humiliate your wife.” Rick begged.“Apologize to my wife, not to me,” Cary said coldly.“Mrs. Grant, I’m sorry. Will you forgive me?” Rick looked at me; the wound on his head needed attention. I didn’t press him further.“Just go,” I said.But Cary grabbed Rick’s collar again. “Listen. This is the last warning. From today on, I don’t want to se

Chapter 4 Cary’s POV: No Kiss, Just Fuck

“Divorce me.” Her words hit me like a bullet.I’d never felt this kind of panic. I was a man with assets worth tens of billions—I could do anything. If I wanted something, I could get it.But at that moment I went through shock first, then anger, and finally an almost unbelievable sense of loss. Even if I lost a few billion in contracts, it wouldn’t faze me.Hyacinth’s eyes were swollen and red; she stared at me stubbornly like a wounded little rabbit.It was the first time I’d seen her like that. We’d been married three years; she’d never thrown a tantrum. She had dutifully upheld our agreement—no kisses, only sex—but I had to admit our sex was the best I’d ever had. I wanted to taste her soft lips, but every time I restrained myself. A kiss meant love, and damn it, I didn’t want love. I needed the marriage to help me get the CEO position.International convention: a married man was more trustworthy to investors. A single man looked risky—desire, scandals, emotion could sink him at a

Chapter 5 Checkmate, Bitch

I glanced at the calendar.Still twenty-seven days to go.The weekend getaway trip wasn’t happening.After that night, Cary had flown out to Los Angeles, supposedly on business.I’d barely got any sleep. He’d been insatiable in bed, and I hated how physically—almost biologically—I couldn’t resist his touch.Maybe that was part of why he thought I was his thing, so easily controlled; why he believed that when I’d blurted out the word ‘divorce’, it was just an outburst, something said without thinking. Not to be taken seriously.‘That’s because he’s the only man you’ve ever been with,’ Portia said over the phone. ‘You need to break his spell. You need new experiences.’‘By experiences, I assume you mean another man.’‘Men. Plural,’ Portia emphasised.‘I’m not about to sleep around just to find out whether I’m only attracted to Cary,’ I said.‘You can, and you will.’ She sounded utterly confident.Portia was usually right about most things. But was she right about this?Could I really do

Chapter 6 Family Friend? Yeah Right

The rear of my car jolted violently.The impact threw me forward, and my forehead slammed into the steering wheel with a sickening thud.If it weren’t for the seatbelt, I would’ve gone straight through the windshield.A sharp pain exploded across my forehead.I blinked—my vision filled with red.Fumbling through the glove compartment, I grabbed a tissue, trying to wipe the blood dripping into my eyes.A loud knock startled me—the window rattled under the pressure.I almost jumped out of my skin.A man stood outside in the rain.Weakly, I hit the switch and rolled the window down.He looked to be in his fifties, dressed in a chauffeur's uniform, his glasses speckled with raindrops. Holding a black umbrella, he wore a deeply apologetic expression.“Miss, I’m terribly sorry. I couldn’t brake in time. I’d like to discuss the damages, but my employer is in a rush. May I have your contact information? We’ll take full responsibility for the repairs—I promise.”I started to shake my head, but

Chapter 7 Useless Junk

I didn’t say a word.Cary kept a calm face, but a visible hint of discomfort tightened the skin around his eyes.His phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. It went from calls to video chats and finally to a barrage of texts, one after another, bold and relentless on the screen.‘Aren’t you going to answer that?’ I said.Cary finally reached for the phone, turned it off without checking the screen, and dropped it back onto the nightstand.He touched my forehead. ‘Still a bit warm. Go back to sleep. I’ll stay here with you.’I rolled over and shut my eyes.An hour later, my breathing had evened out.Cary picked up the phone again, switched it on, and stepped out onto the balcony. I heard his voice, low and hushed. ‘You okay? Don’t be scared, I’ll be there soon…’Then he came back inside, grabbed a jacket, and left.I opened my eyes the second the door clicked shut.I had never actually fallen asleep.I wasn’t even sure what I was clinging to anymore. Once a man’s heart changes, it’s like a fruit w

Chapter 8 The Slag and the Scum

Cary eyed the metal barrel spewing black smoke, his nose wrinkling. ‘Why not just bin it like a normal person?’‘Burning it feels more final,’ I said.His brow furrowed, but he didn’t argue.We stood in silence in the gloom of the garden as the last of the daylight bled away behind the rooftops.***Friday morning, the garage called to say my car was ready.I was about to text the receipt to Roy when I remembered the jacket.I’d promised to have it cleaned and returned, a promise that was now impossible to keep.I tapped out a message to him: [Here’s the receipt for the repairs. Awkward question, but any chance you could give me your boss’s measurements? Height, weight, waist, inseam, that sort of thing.]The text made me sound like a perv, but I had little choice. I could’ve just bought a new jacket, but the original was clearly bespoke. What if a replacement didn’t match the trousers? Might as well buy a whole new suit.Roy didn’t reply.I chose to believe he was busy getting the inf

Chapter 9 Rub It in My Face

Cary quickly shrugged off his jacket and crouched to drape it over Vanessa’s naked body.Vanessa was in full meltdown, sobbing, yelling, demanding my head.‘Hyacinth, get out!’ Cary roared.Finally snapping out of his shock, Miles rushed to my side. ‘Are you all right?’I clenched my jaw, my eyes swimming with tears I refused to shed. ‘Cary, you make me sick.’I shook off Miles’s helping hand. My legs could barely hold me, but I forced myself to walk away with whatever dignity I had left.As the door swung shut, I heard Miles say to Cary, ‘Boss, I think she’s really hurt her back in that fall…’Then the door clicked closed.***‘Portia, I don’t think I can last another twenty hours, let alone twenty days. I just... I can’t stand the sight of him anymore,’ I whispered into the phone, huddled in the corner of the lift and barely holding it together. My voice shook, threatening to break.I couldn’t go back to my team looking like this, physically hurt and emotionally shattered, so I bit d

Chapter 10 Hell to Pay

I got in the car.The driver started the engine and wisely raised the privacy shield.Alone in the backseat with Cary, the usually spacious Cadillac suddenly felt claustrophobic.‘How’s your back?’ he asked.If his tone hadn’t been so much like a boss demanding a progress report from a subordinate, I might have almost been fooled by his concern.‘I’m not dead, as you can see,’ I said, matching his aloof coldness.I didn’t need to look at him to know he was scowling. That seemed to be his default expression lately whenever we were alone.‘Don’t take that tone with me.’‘Sorry, sir. Yes, sir, thank you for asking, sir, my back’s fine, sir.’The next second, his strong fingers were on my jaw, pinching and turning my face towards his with irresistible force.We were so close, we were breathing each other’s air, and the annoyance in his eyes was plain to see.‘What’s wrong with you?’‘I could ask you the same thing.’My retort threw him. He frowned. ‘Nothing’s wrong with me.’‘Oh? I thought

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