Husband's Boss Novels & Stories

“It’s your first marital house and a gift from me. Iwant to take you there myself.” His words sent a ripple of astonishment through the meeting room. Executives exchanged wide-eyed glances, some nearly choking on their drinks. Did their boss just say marital house? He was married? When did this happen, and to whom? Their emotionless and ruthlessly cold Boss not only used an affectionate voice, warm as the sun on a winter day, but also mentioned marriage?! Most importantly, who was the wife? A flurry of questions swirled through the executives’ minds, but none dared to voice them. The icy reputation of their boss was enough to silence even the boldest among them.

the boss’s wife snapped. The skinny man stroked the cheek that the boss’ wife had slapped on the cheek. The slap didn’t hurt his skin, but it did make him feel humiliated. “Honey, what did he say to you that made you change your mind? You have to fire him. It’s good that the one who harassed me is allowed to go while he has done something wrong,” the wife whined. The boss grabbed his wife’s hand and kissed her passionately, then grabbed her slender waist and gently stroked the back of the woman in her forties.

Glegg! Heard the same question a statement like that makes Erika desperately to swallow her own saliva. Plus, now the position they are both very intimate to the size of the boss and the secretary. And it can just make people who don't know about the status of both are indeed husband and wife, will be misunderstood.

I thought I would receive another scolding from him, and maybe the last one. After processing the context, I became curious. I would finally meet Mr. Scott's eldest son, after hearing so much about him. "Is everything okay?" my boss asks, perplexed. "You've been acting strange lately." "It's nothing. Everything's fine." I did have something on my mind, my family. But it wasn't something I should convey to him. "Okay... I need you to tidy up the upstairs room before he arrives." I agreed and got up from the kitchen counter stool after Mr. Scott.

"It turns out that my husband is my boss!" She exaggeratedly bowed to Maxwell. "Hello, Mr. Brooks!" The two laughed. Walter, who was driving up front, couldn't hide his laughter. The boss finally didn't have to act in front of Madam anymore. His subordinate also felt much more relaxed. "Although I'm your boss, I still have to listen to a small employee like you." Maxwell held Sonnet's hand and smiled. Sonnet waved her hand in all seriousness. "Listen to me at home, and I'll listen to you at work! We have to distinguish between public and private matters! We agree that no one can use their power to take revenge or take revenge!"

“Ewwww, asides being an arrogant dickhead he’s also a controlling womanizer “ I said I could hear her begging and screaming for him to make her his as I hurriedly went back into my room. I was hungry but eating was the last thing on my mind. What type of a man did my father marry me off to? Does he know his boss was a womanizer ? He should atleast think of the fact that I was his wife and do his dirty affairs outside these walls I said turning to my side.

I went about my day doing housework and going shopping. Saturday afternoon, I was sitting next to my husband watching some crap TV when my phone rang. I looked over and saw that it was my new boss. “Hello,” I answered. “Hello slut, I assume you know who I am,” he said. “Of course.” “Is your husband with you?” “Yes.” “OK, then you will just have to listen to what I say and say nothing. Right now I’m sat here watching a clip made yesterday.”

"Ethan, send a message from my mother’s phone to my dad, saying she is in my apartment right now." "What?" He stood up so fast his chair scraped the floor. "They will find your whereabouts as well, Boss. You should run away with your mother." "Wife? Did he just say Violet Riverwood is Boss’s wife?" One of them gasped, his mouth hanging open. "Maybe Boss fell in love with her and is now claiming to be her husband," another snickered nervously. "Boss is losing his mind. As expected, love conquers all," another whispered.

"The handsome, chaste billionaire is finally getting married!" I raised a brow at her. "Our boss? I thought he was already married." "Hmm, who’s talking about our womanizer boss?" Jessica mumbled. "Keep your voice down! It’s like Big Brother in here. The walls have ears, remember? And I really don’t think Mr. Manager is like that," I whispered.

I settled onto one of the plush sofas, sinking into the luxurious cushions. I imagined how challenging it must be to manage such a vast company and lead thousands of employees in this building. He might be an arrogant, devious, and very dominant boss, I mused. Amusingly, I suddenly pictured my jerk of a husband as a devil with a pitchfork and sharp horns, dressed in a corporate suit, scolding his employees while smoke billowed from his nose in anger. I couldn't help but smile mischievously at the thought. He must be a terror as a boss, I thought.