Boss Wife Novels & Stories

says the guy as he holds Liza’s hand in a painful grip. “Tom, you’re hurting me” she whimpered. “Hurting you? This is the beginning of it. I’m going to hurt you so much, every single bone in your body will hurt with it. You shameless slut!” he spats at her angrily. “Slut? Stop it Tom, stop it. I told you, I had no choice but to obey my boss when he asked for a meeting.” She cried. “So that’s the title now right? Boss! You’re sleeping with your boss now hmm?”

"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 boss said while reaching for the hand of the flirtatious old woman, then looked at us one by one. His gaze paused for a moment on me. I felt some kind of emotion in it. Was it longing? Or anger? Maybe. I don't know, but it's probably not longing. "Just call me Carmen, Sir," said the flirtatious old woman, returning her gaze to the boss. "And yes, we're only four here in the team since we're doing bank reconciliation. It's not too much work unlike in the posting team." The boss nodded and spoke, "Oh, I see.

Her boss stood in the doorway, his tie loosened, his sleeves messily rolled up, and—was that whiskey she smelled? His usually sharp gaze was unfocused and his posture was slightly unsteady. Keira blinked. “Oh, great. He’s drunk.” Of all the things she had expected tonight, this was not one of them. Keira barely had a second to react before he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the room, the door clicking shut behind them. Her heart lurched. “Sir, I was just asked to drop this off for your business mee—” “Are you the one who did this to me?” His voice was low and unsteady.

"Chris, if you pull off this deal, your wife will be able to live a good life!" Each time, his words were met with envious glances from my colleagues. "Chris, the boss really seems to like you," they'd say. "He gave you that deal? I asked for it so many times, but he wouldn't give it to me. And now you've got it! But hey, with all the travel it'll take, do you think your wife will be okay with it? She's so attached to you." And now, as I stood there, scissors in hand, replaying those moments in my mind, I saw his expressions for what they really were—not admiration, but mockery.

It was so unexpected. My mother-in-law, Mrs. Morrison, had told me Camilla was back, and she's the president of a big company like The Wesley Group. It doesn't make sense that the same girl we discarded years ago came back as a boss with such power in the same city and even had a child.

When I reviewed the resumes of new applicants for the secretary position, the third-ranking position in my company, a name that disgusted me suddenly caught my eye. Just seeing her name made my blood boil, wanting to hurt her endlessly. Just her name alone makes me clench my fists, what more when I see her in person? She is unaware that I will be her boss for life in my company. I smirked as a plan formed in my mind. It’s time to get back at her for what she did to me. A cheating wife. Not only that, a gold digger. She becomes arrogant when she has a lot of money. I wish I could slap her with my billion dollars, not just dollars but my possessions, a mansion, a business, a car, everything.

Sleeping with your new boss is not the kind of thing that looks good on anyone's resume, not to mention the awkwardness it creates around the office. And two... I was pissed. I want you so badly, Aria. I need you" and now he didn't recognize me? What an asshole! With his ridiculous indoor sunglasses, his oh-so-cool cigarette, and his stupid black borderline-tuxedo. I hated him. Work was painfully slow that day. It seemed that the arrival of Logan Mendel. his name was Logan, just plain old Logan, not any of the aforementioned exotic names such as Blaze, Blade, Slade, or Jethro...

My eyes widened as the Boss went over to his seat at the edge of the table and following behind him were smokes from the cigar trapped between his lips. "What's going on is, your third son now disrespects the dinner table and brings his whore to join us and I can't tolerate that." She retorted. The Boss looked over at me. I kept my head lowered. "Enzo thought we weren't coming, right son?" he wasn't looking at Enzo, those hawk-like eyes were glued on me as if he was waiting for me to snap. "Even at that. She's not his wife, non is she his girlfriend and she's not one of us, she's just a bitch that was brought here to open her legs to pay for her debts! She can not be on this table!" She spat

"I'll also collect unlimited boylets." They were silent again when I came out. I pretended that I didn't hear anything. I washed my hands, then looked at them in the mirror. “Hey, I think you should go to your respective area, girls.” They bowed. “I’m warning you, the new boss is very strict. So, if you don't want to lose your job, be responsible and be mindful of the time. Also, practice not interfering in the lives of others. Clear?” They nodded, and their faces flushed.