First-Person POV Web Novels & Independent Office Relationship Stories

Dimas Wibisono is one missed meal away from total collapse. When his former high school crush and current corporate shark, Hana Sofea Rahman, offers him a 'fake' consulting job to save her reputation, he thinks his prayers are answered. But as they navigate the cutthroat world of finance and the slow-burning embers of an old flame, Dimas's secrets threaten to bankrupt their second chance at love.

Rory Sinclair, the second-eldest of the Sinclair sisters, runs her life on her own terms: powerful corporate woman by day, skater and passionate street artist by night. She never lets anyone mess with her freedom, and she never falls in love. To Rory, love isn't a fairy tale—it's a liability, and a weakness she can’t afford. ​Then comes one reckless, unforgettable night with a gorgeous stranger who turned her rulebook inside out and made her feel things she swore she never would. ​She walked away expecting a clean break, ready to go back to her paint and her silence, only to walk into her corporate headquarters on Monday morning and find him sitting in the executive chair. He isn't just a mistake from the weekend—he’s her new, demanding boss. ​Now, stuck in close proximity with the one man who managed to slip past her defenses, Rory faces the ultimate test: will she risk her guarded heart and let him in, or will she stand firm on her thoughts that love is for fools and guard her absolute independence at all costs?

The last time Nathan Reid looked at me like I mattered, I still believed the story he told me about working overseas. Six years later, I found out the truth on a sidewalk outside a hotel, three feet from the woman he actually married. He didn't apologize. He introduced me as his cousin and asked me to keep my voice down so she wouldn't hear. That same afternoon, a stranger helped me pick my resume up off the pavement and offered me a job on the spot. His name was Adrian Doyle. I had no idea his new wife's brother would turn out to be the same woman standing under that hotel awning. I took the job. I kept the second one too, the one that pays in cash, the one that covers what my son's medical bills need and my new paycheck can't yet. I never touch anyone there. I never take private offers. It was never supposed to matter to anyone but me. Then Adrian's company booked the club's back room for a client dinner, and Adrian walked in. He thinks I planned all of it. That I used his sister's kindness to get close to him by day and worked the room by night for money, or worse. I can't prove otherwise with anything but the truth, and the truth has never once worked out in my favor. What none of us know yet, not Adrian, not his sister, not even me, is how much further back this actually goes.