Fiancé Fell In Love With His Intern Secretary Novels & Stories

On the eve of my wedding, my friends threw a joint bachelor and bachelorette party for Natalie Cole and me at a bar. After a few rounds of drinks, someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare. The bottle landed on me first. My younger brother, Kayden Wilson, grinned. "I dare you to take off your pants. Let's see what you've got." The whole table immediately erupted in cheers. I glanced at Natalie, but she kept her head down and continued scrolling through her phone without a word. Hence, I took off my pants and stood there in nothing but my underwear. In the second round, the bottle landed on me again. My sister, Hannah Wilson, raised her glass and asked half-jokingly, "Logan, I dare you

"Two weeks they've been fighting. And in those two weeks, we've been living together, out in the open. He told me I give him a kind of passion he's never felt. His girlfriend only knows how to chase money. She's nothing like the woman he used to love." The comment section was already going off. "She's about to get married and you're the side piece bragging about it?" "Shameless." "If you two can't keep your hands off each other, just make the scumbag dump her. Stop ruining a good woman's life." A low hum filled my head. The past came rushing back all at once. A mentor at work. Two weeks of silence. A fiancée abandoned in the rain on their anniversary. Every detail lined up with me and Ryan.

It couldn’t be. I had to be wrong. There were a lot of men in New York, a lot of scars… The phone slipped from my grasp, landing softly on the rug. I stared at it, my heart about to explode. This couldn’t be real. Maya was my best friend. Luciano was my fiancé. They couldn't stand each other. Maya thought Luciano was too dangerous for me. Luciano thought Maya was a bad influence… I practically had to chain them to their chairs just to get through one dinner. It only happened once.

I lowered my eyes to the piano and announced, "Apologies, but I don't do secret affairs, and I won't marry a divorced man. Please leave, Mr. Lane." After my repeated humiliating dismissals, Holden finally lost his temper. "Serena, all the elites know we've been together for years. Our parents have met, and I've lived in your house. If you don't marry me, who else could you possibly marry?" With that, he stormed off in anger.

The bodyguards behind him tried to step forward, but one look from Lucas’s secretary stopped them cold. Everyone in the cafeteria stared in stunned silence. None of them could have imagined that an ordinary-looking intern could force their high-and-mighty Mr. Grant into such a humiliating position. Vivian looked as pale as death. She clutched Evan’s arm and shook it desperately. “Evan, tell her! Tell her you love me! Tell her we’re getting married soon!”

Sam said. "Tell her to see me in the tomorrow morning," Fred replied briefly. He hung up and threw his mobile phone on the seat beside the steering wheel. His head hurt now, why did he choose Jacklien as his secretary in the first place? Even though there were three people who volunteered at that time. He thought maybe a graduate of a famous university had superior skills than the others. But it turned out that his expectation was wrong.

“When it is about me, you tend to change. As if what is your usual, you become different, when it comes to me.” “Pfft, cliche.” “But it works all the time.” I winked at him while crossing my arms. He immediately averted his gaze and cleared his throat. “Fine,” he surrendered. “And then! At an unexpected moment in time, we fell for each other and we had a secret relationship. Outside the office, I am your secretary and you are my vice chairman. When we can have our privacy, we show our affection towards each other!” “What a story, huh? It is like you made that up overnight.”

He had fallen in love with an intern nurse. And he had to keep their relationship a secret just like my getting back with Elsa. I hastily typed back my congratulations coated with sarcastic humor, and I also confided in him about Elsa and I. Within a few seconds, he had bombarded my messenger with tons of messages asking me about how it all happened. What kind of doctor has this amount of time on his hands to be lazy about! I was so engrossed in what I was doing that I didn’t know we had landed on the CEO floor until the elevator came to an abrupt stop. I got out of it and returned to the office. My secretary waved at me as I passed by,

Since then, Abigail has taken over her old position and become my new secretary. My wife was one of the famous names in the new generation of world-renowned and acclaimed authors. Currently, Carina was touring all over North America to promote her new sapphic novel, in which a secretary and the new CEO meet in a bar. She’s my new boss. Who knew that our love story would become a book one day, by the hands of my wife. — And now that I'm going to kiss you, Mrs. Vacchiano? — I asked in a low, drawling whisper, still in Portuguese.

We made the arrangements just before we got married, along with planning the home. Kay and I didn't just get married for having sex all the time,which we do very well and often together with a fiery passion. We had a purpose in mind and we saw the potential in us to build that which we desire. Our union was to join forces and continue building together with one mind and spirit. Although I had heard some rumours saying, that the billionaire CEO was addicted to sex, it was all a lie. Kay's body count was 2 and he was 27 years old. I was 23, a virgin.