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“Is this man bothering you?” “No no,” the old man interjected. “I was just getting to know our new office supplier friends. My name is Greg, I’m the president at Huckabee’s.” “Well Greg. My name is Logan Hatfield, CEO of your newest office needs supplier and next in line to be fully in charge of our company. And I do not appreciate how you spoke to my wife just now.” Hazel looked stunned for a moment, then played along. She held up her left hand to show Greg the ring.

"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.

Why is he also looking at me? "Are you alright, Ruby?" Rowan asked me, with his gentle voice. Does he think I'll fall for it again? "I'm fine" I replied, harshly and took another glance at him. He's my boss. That man from that night is my boss. I slept with my new boss! I wish there could be a fire outbreak in the company so I never get to see his face again. "Good afternoon everyone, I'm Jaxon Rodrigo, the new CEO of BB Design Company. Though, my tenure is temporary, I hope we work together" he said, in a calm voice.

His face darkened as he firmly stated, "Mom, Dad, I’ve said it before— my wife can only be Mandy. Even if Riley is Jordan’s biological mother, she will never be my wife!" Just as the elders of the Lawson family were about to speak, they saw Jay’s grim expression. By then, the internet was already flooded with news. However, what Jay hadn’t anticipated was that all of it was slandering me. "Mr. Lawson officially announces his beloved wife— a childhood sweetheart! A true love story with a happy ending." "I’ve been wanting to say this for a long time— Mr. Lawson and his wife are a perfect match! That wretched woman should have stepped aside ages ago!"

The boss bore the pain in his groin and kicked the man hard, “Are you out of your mind? She is just playing with you. She is nothing but a mere actress. How much money do you think that she has?” Hearing their conversation, Emmy spoke up, “My husband is rich. I am sure that you have heard of someone by the name Vince Young. I am his wife, and if you let me go, I can guarantee that he will reward you handsomely.” Hearing that, the boss laughed so hard that tears were coming out of his eyes, “You are very funny. Who do you think you are? Can someone like Vince Young get married to you? You should wake up from your wild dream, bitch.”

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.”

But, the fact that her husband just left their house with the stove turned on and went to her best friend’s condominium unit to have a bed session is just utterly outrageous…and unlawful. Richard, her husband, could have at least have some decency to leave the house properly before he had a bed wrestling with her best friend, Francine. Well, her husband had been an asshole ever since, that’s why she wouldn’t wonder if ever Richard passed as the dumbest man in the world—because he's dumb as shit anyway. Wisdom couldn’t bring herself to weep; not even a tear would come out from her eyes. How could she weep when her only inheritance from her parents became ashes while her husband was feasting h

“I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but Sir Gabriel talks about you a lot. Actually, other employees here always says how sweet he is as your husband, and I understand him now, look how beautiful you are, ma'am!" Celina’s breath hitched. Her fingers tightened around her purse strap. “Excuse me?” she said, voice barely above a whisper. Marissa blinked, surprised by the reaction but quickly recovered. “You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!"

The question slipped out before I could stop it. "Accompany me to business dinners. Manage my calendar. Handle correspondence. Basic administrative duties." His tone was perfectly professional, but something in his eyes made my skin crawl. "Nothing illegal or immoral, I assure you." "And if Derek wins the game?" "Then you go home. The debt is forgiven, and we never speak of this again." I looked at my husband. Really looked at him. The man I'd married was charming, confident, full of dreams. This Derek was a stranger - hollow-eyed, shaking, willing to bet his wife's freedom for one more chance.

“You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?” Hearing her concern, I froze for a moment. Marco really did have an overwhelming possessiveness toward me. We grew up together. The Vitale family was always busy with mafia affairs, and the previous Don raised Marco by his side. However, no matter how chaotic things got, Marco always made time to see me. As I was a light sleeper by nature, he searched the entire world for bedding, personally testing everything just to