Novel & Cerita Addicted After Marriage: Marrying My Abstinent Boss

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.

"What's wrong, darling?" I shook my head and wiped my eyes. I couldn't let this happen. I couldn't fall for him. Not when I had just gotten engaged to Kelvin. Not when my life was about to fall apart just because I was soon going to be married to a man who I resented so much. I didn't want to draw him into this mess. He was too good for me. Too good for my messed up life. For my craziness and stupid addiction. Who the hell was addicted to sex? Not even porn stars. Heck, most of them hated their jobs to the core.

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.

That one year was the luckiest year of my life. It wasn't perfect. But it was good. For once, I wasn't just surviving. I was finally moving forward. Then one stupid mistake destroyed everything. I thought that was rock bottom. I was wrong. Because of that same mistake, I somehow ended up married to my former boss. Now we had to live together for ninety days before we could even begin the divorce process. You'd think that would be enough suffering for one person. Apparently not. I got drugged and probably almost raped.

He now felt like he was missing a lot from his son's life. Thinking about it, it felt strange, he had decided to marry Madison, not only because of his son but also because he thought he had some feelings for her. Due to his condition, he had never thought he would get married or even fall in love with any woman, but that night seven years ago he felt something he had never felt before, passion. Glancing at Madison, he thought she felt very different from the woman from that night; that woman had an innocent gaze he could feel from the darkness, unlike the calculating aura he could feel emanating from this woman. She felt really different, like a total stranger.

As I walked back inside on shaky legs, Damien’s cum slowly leaking out of me, I realized how far gone I was. My marriage was becoming nothing more than a cover. And I was falling dangerously deeper into Damien Blackwood’s dark, addictive world.