Husbands Boss Novels & Stories

Repairmen arrived within minutes, but opening the elevator still took some time. The staff watching the monitors felt like they might be going blind. They saw their usually cold Boss consoling a woman so tenderly, brushing her hair aside, kissing her deeply, and heard that "husband." So, Boss was married, and his wife was Serena. They felt like they were going crazy. Knowing such a big secret and not sharing it with anyone was unbearable, but revealing it might mean the end of their careers in Hustleburg. Fifteen minutes later, the tightly closed elevator finally revealed a glimmer of light.

As for me, my company was gradually stabilizing. Once things were in order, the first thing I did was publicly announce my intention to divorce. Everyone had witnessed Anthony's recent actions. The only reason his company had taken off so quickly was because of my mother's help. She had often told her friends that Anthony was someone with great potential, even hinting that she would hand the family business to him one day. Thus, out of respect for my mother, many people were willing to cooperate with him. However, he didn't even attend her funeral. On top of that, he was cheating on me with his secretary.

He couldn't believe Henry would agree to marry him, "Did Henry want this?" Mrs. Jamie responded, "Honestly, there used to be someone who told Henry's fortune. He told him that in his lifetime he should kill four wives. That way, he could live happily into old age with his fifth wife." Alexander couldn't help but smile, "So, I'm the one who will die." "You don't have to agree to it. But if you don't agree, I won't lend you a penny and the money you borrowed from me must be returned to me immediately. Right now."

Thinking he was bluffing, Brady started chuckling but at the elapse of a minute, Damien snapped off his little finger with the shears. It was when he wanted to take off the last finger that he yelled, “My boss didn't say, he just asked us to eliminate your wife.” He was panting heavily now. “My wife?” He asked, reclining on his seat. He wanted to renounce having a wife when his mind went to Scarlett. Smirking, he said, “Your boss knows I have a wife, but I didn't invite him for my wedding. Tell me, who's your boss?” He asked, taking the last finger in readiness to chop it off.

He caught her wrist, his grip just firm enough to be a warning. “You are still my wife,” he muttered, his jaw tight. “And since you’re so fond of reminding me of my ‘obligations,’ remember yours. I just cleared your mother’s hospital arrears. The least you can do is put on the necklace and play the part.” He released her, his eyes cold. “There is a party tonight. My new boss will be there. You’re coming, you’re wearing the diamonds, and you’re going to be the supportive wife I pay for you to be.”

A row of ladies' leather shoes sat on the rack by the door, a pair of worn stockings draped over them. "I just got off work. Came straight here without even eating. By the way, your husband's not home?" My boss let out a bitter sigh. "That good-for-nothing man is gone all the time. Probably out chasing some other younger woman. He's made my life miserable." Her words dripped with hunger. She couldn't wait to devour me. I didn't hold back either. I gave her backside a firm squeeze. Soft. Bouncy. Unbelievably satisfying.

There were a few other men present in the room too but I didn't recognize them; their demeanor suggested power and authority. The Capo chuckled, taking a long drag of his cigarette, "I knew there was something going on with you." The Underboss—who was now my husband but I still didn't feel close enough to him to call him by his name—raked a hand through his hair, "Oh, come on, do you seriously think I would tie myself down to someone like Allegra Rossi if I had the choice? That she'd be the one I'd choose if I ever decided to get married?" he laughed.

Glory commanded. Cassandra did not say another word. She could not understand what was happening. Her husband was openly referred to as gay, she felt so stupid for she was not only the last person to know but they referred to his other partner as his husband like they were married. “Where is Brandon?” Cassandra did not know why she was asking questions which likely could earn her a slap. “Since the boss doesn't want you, you dare go for Brandon? He will never look at you twice so get to work '' Cassandra did not stay around much longer. After 6 years of living as a housewife, she could handle some cleaning and washing.

He laughs out loud as his wife hit him on his chest with a red face and push him away from the kitchen away from the maids who now were chuckling among themselves over their bosses affection towards his wife. After the small commotion the couple parts way to their own business, the wife continue to cook trying to avoid any questions thrown by the maids. After 20 Minutes They were having a sweet time having their dinner when out of nowhere a gunshot startle the house. Roy came running inside, "boss we are under attack, the Red Mafia attacked". Christer stood up taking his gun under the dining table, "fuck this men, Roy get the MEN ready, (he turns around to his wife, who was now looking at hi

Jesse stared at Aviva in surprise. "Hire me?". "Yes and in turn, everything I own will belong to you. I have shares in different companies in this country and abroad. One company especially that I'm sure you'd like to go back to as the CEO this time." Aviva grinned. "Standard Flour Mills Limited?". Jesse raised a brow. "It's owned by Harrison Allen."