Addicted After Marriage: Marrying My Abstinent Boss Mga Nobela at Kwento

I never thought that I'd reach this point where I had to accept my boss's offer to be his fake wife. Why would I decline it? I'm indebted to him and in exchange of my freedom I needed this arranged marriage. So here I am now in my boss/husband's room. To discuss the things that cannot be done during this arrangement. "You are not allowed to enter any relationship within the period of this marriage," he said seriously. My eyes widened. "As in even flings? Nothing?" He looked at me solemnly. "I am a very possessive man, Iris. I don't like sharing."

I believed her and asked for a forgiveness from Allah for hating my parent thinking that they never loved me. She thought me how to draw and so many things. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months and months turn to year. After a year I met a guy, he was one of those guys you met in my room the following weeks of our wedding. He....he smoked and drink a lot ,little by little I got infected too. When Safeenah finds out, she was so angry,she was very angry which she never talk to me for a month. I begged her and promised not to drink nor smoke again,but who was I kidding, it was already in me,I'm used to it,I'm already addicted to it.

“Marry me.” Two words, one sentence. Straight to the point, without beating around the bush. One thing Vlora Anderson, a smart woman who worked as executive secretary to the CEO of Greatech, appreciated was getting to the point without unnecessary complications. She despised all things that were full of pretense. She preferred to get straight to the point without the fuss that could give anyone a headache. But this? “Marry me?” Oh, dear. Vlora could only freeze for a moment, staring at him. She wondered briefly if the man before her was sane.

I gasp. "I still don't have enough power to go against my grandmother, Secretary Kim. I'm sure you've heard how strict and cold-hearted she is from the other employees, and as her only grandson, even though I'm now the new CEO, I still have a leash around my neck right now. I don't know what she'll do to you, and I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you... so please, I know it's hard for you… But, could you please... marry me? Please marry me, I don't want to lose our baby too."

Security wasn't needed if anyone made a wrong move he wouldn't think twice about killing them on the spot. Jack waited until the crowd at the stage died down. He wanted to tip her. After all he owed her that much even if she never spoke to him again. He dug in his pockets to see what he had on him. Jack found the hundred dollar bill that he set aside. He was going to use this money to aid his habit during the work week. "Damn it!" he scuffed. It would come down to this wouldn't it. He left her side to feed the beast within but never felt satisfied. The beasts hunger grew with every passing week and it never was enough. He was faced with the same decision that tore them apart. Be addicted or

At least he would slowly become kinder to his employees, unlike his old self who thought of them all as slaves and subordinates who earned a living in his company. No, Nicolas would never again be a ruthless and arrogant CEO. At least, that was his promise to himself and Dianne when he successfully married her one month ago. "Oh, my wife!" Nicolas exclaimed in relief when he saw the arrival of Dianne who staggered over to him. "Husband! What are you doing? Why are you still here? Are you crazy?!" screeched Dianne who was also surprised to see the CEO here, instead of giving a speech at the signing ceremony.

His eyes searched mine like he was fishing for something that wasn’t there. Leaning closer, he whispered in my ear, “If you admit it, I can help you with the company. I know Maria bought off all your workers.” I leaned in, matching his tone, but my words were sharper, laced with disdain. “F!ck off!” I yanked my hand away, taking a step back. “There’s no better option between two rags—they’re both filthy and dirty," I declared, spinning on my heel. "And you should be more concerned about your fiancée than me.”

He was married… to Isabella, my best friend, no less. I thought I was doomed. Completely, utterly doomed. Eric Graves appeared, like a flicker of hope cutting through the darkness in my life. I had thought how could I possibly be good enough for him? He was the most powerful mafia leader in New York City, and I was just a woman with a record, nothing but shattered pieces to offer. But Eric told me to never worry about being good enough, that he loved me for who I was. Now, standing here, I realized that I had married the very monster who had made my life a living hell.

Despite the chaos beside him, Christian remained eerily calm, nonchalantly starting the car and driving on, seemingly oblivious to the gravity of the moment when he had nearly caused killed me. I’m not actually surprised by his actions. This is what he does and yes it hurts but I’m used to it. It just made me remember what kind of a man I married. Christian is a great guy… well at least that was what I thought before I got married to him. He used to be nice to me but ever since he got addicted to drinking, everything changed and now it feels like I married an alcoholic who abuses me and gambles till I beg him to stop. It may seem sad but promise you, this is just a little of the truth about

It wasn't so bad at first, but it got worse over time. It felt like I was dying, but I soon got used to the abuse. Buried in my misery, I cried when I remembered how I met Evan. He was the sweetest soul, or so I thought, but months into our marriage, Evan became the beast he was, or just showed his true colors. I remembered my mother's words when she introduced us. "Evan is the best man for you, his father is the prestigious owner of one of the universities. Our families were friends and our parents couldn't have it any other way.