Boss's Wife Novels & Stories

Her brows furrowed in confusion, curiosity brimming in her eyes. “Oh! You’re coming from the storage room, right? Were you looking for something?” she asked with a polite smile. I fumbled to type something on my iPad. I wanted to tell her. To yell it in bold letters on the screen: I’m his wife. The real one. The one he hides. The one he keeps in the shadows while he parades that woman, Erica, around like she’s royalty. But before I could finish typing, she chuckled and said, “You know, it’s really cute how the boss acts around his wife. He’s always so sweet to Erica, flowers, kisses, little whispers in the hallway. Like something out of a drama.”

I sighed trying to gather more information from the guys, “Has anyone ever seen the boss’s wife before?” They all went quiet and took interest in their drink until a guy with an oval face decided to break the silence. “We don’t see her that much. There was a time she comes to the office, but now she doesn’t leave home with their son. It’s such a pity because she is a real beauty.” He glanced around to see if anyone was passing by apart from his pair sitting with him.

I grab my sandwich and take a bite"It's not healthy. That job is forcing you a lot, don't you think you should give yourself a break? She snorts and shakes her head. " It's nothing special Kia"Roll your eyes" I can always replace lunch at dinner time. And regarding work, you know I can't leave it, how would I pay for the house? Now it's my turn to roll my eyes. This is a town where, even as a homeowner, you have to pay a monthly fee for always living here. Go town. Wow boss. The whole town is run by one person: the boss of the Russian mafia, or as many call it: The Boos.

Zaylen: Meet me in the supply closet? I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud. I replied to the last one: ‘Behave yourself, my dear beloved boss.’ His response was immediate. Zaylen: Only if you join me, my wife. A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth despite the stressful workload. I glanced around the office, trying to keep my demeanor professional while my heart raced at his playful persistence. Liana: Zaylen, we’re at work. I can’t just—

That was why they thought I was not awake. The other one said, “She is supposed to be awake by now,” The man who was commanding orders I guessed he was the boss, I couldn't see him clearly because the little light that reflected in the room didn't get to the side where he stood. “Release her,” he ordered, I memorized his voice, I knew when he commanded an order. “Boss, she might die!” One protested. “And what does that have to do with you, is she your girlfriend? Do you have feelings for her? When did you become a weakling?” The boss snapped at him.

I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat. "Oh, you'll see", the brunette said, "You just haven't spent enough time around her. She made me cry on my first day" "Yeah, and she demanded a 9,000-word report on her desk by the end of the day on mine", another woman to my left spoke up. "So she's a hard-ass, she's the boss so it comes with the title", I shrugged. The other's scoffed at my response. "No wonder she's all alone. I don't think I've ever seen her in a relationship before"

I guess it is also a no then. “Not unless the Boss says so” I answer for her. Mrs Wells nods her head. I cannot get angry at her, she is only doing as she is told. Mrs Wells attempts to lighten the mood, introducing me to all the staff. The young girl that brought me to the kitchen is her daughter. It seems she is the one in charge of babysitting me while I am here. The staff are polite, but everyone is cautious, not wanting to give away too much information. Once I am done eating, I excuse myself and make my way back upstairs. I want to go back to the room from last night. The so called “Boss” has some explaining to do.

I felt uncomfortable due to the fact the guy is watching us. “This is my wife, Camille. Camille, meet my boss, Harry. The Ceo of the company I work with” I suddenly went numb. Are you kidding me?! The man I had sex with few days ago is my husband boss. How come I don’t know this? ***how are you suppose to know? Do you work in the same place with your husband** that was my subconscious again. “Camille” Asher’s voice lapse me back into consciousness. “Yeah?”

"So, you're the little troublemaker picking on my niece-in-law? And you dare call the cops?" The store manager tried to step in, but Philip swung an arm and slapped him hard. "Pathetic. You can't even recognize the boss' wife? What do they pay you for?" I caught the store manager before he fell. Philip's eyes flicked over me slowly and with a gross smirk. "Oh... now it makes sense. You're protecting your old boyfriend, huh? No wonder he won't fire you. You must've slept your way into his good graces." Brittany immediately joined in. "I knew it! No wonder she's so arrogant. She's slept her way up to this cashier job like some homewrecker."

The pressure of work must have ruined her boss's sanity. ​The burden of leading a multinational company had caused Mr. King to suffer a psychological breakdown, hallucinating that he was a fictional monster from a trashy novel, and then somehow the man ended up naked on the roof of his own company's building before Nichole accidentally brought him home. ​Everything suddenly made sense! Her boss was a madman who needed a psychiatrist's help, not a mythical werewolf.