Married To My Boss Manhwa Novels & Stories

"If he does come, do you think he'll bring a partner, or come alone? Our handsome boss. Why is he so hard to reach?" Chacha, annoyed at that moment, immediately pinched Dinda's arm until she groaned. "Don't be a home-wrecker. Remember! Our boss is already married. He has a wife." "But until now, no one knows who his wife is, my goodness. He slyly got married and only invited big bosses." "Moreover, inviting you is a hassle. The envelope probably only contains two thousand. But they tried all the dishes on the buffet." "Damn!"

he cleared his throat and tried to drive away the awkwardness. "Right." Namgyu smirked and gave Jun the novel. "It's an erotica romance novel like the many others we've both read. But this is a little more spicy in my opinion." "More than Body Art?" "Almost as spicy as Body Art. This is about a CEO, like myself." he winked at Jun whose cheeks had remained a red mess, "...and a new employee. It's typical of the cliché boss and secretary love stories. But this is spicier. The CEO is a lustful dominant who has been looking for the perfect submissive. Someone who will enjoy being bruised and dominated mercilessly by him. He's a little sadist too."

~ Hailey Park ~ I wake up with three problems: My boss, Ethan Jang, is a K-drama freak. My boss, Ethan Jang, is jealous of anything with a pulse. My boss, Ethan Jang… almost kissed me yesterday. Three times. The office should give me hazard pay. For emotional trauma. I walk into work praying—BEGGING—that today will be normal. Peaceful. Quiet. A day without heart palpitations, near-kisses, or his weird CEO-wants-to-sit-closer-to-me-all-the-time energy.

Silvia found it hard to process what her boss was saying. They haven't ever had a close discussion other than this one time, and now he is asking her to marry him. She doesn't even know anything about her boss's lifestyle, his preferences, and anything he hates. “Did I say anything wrong?” Ralph noticed that Silvia was lost in her thoughts as she tried to unravel the mystery behind his request. After Ralph had a deep dig into his brain last night, he decided to propose a contract marriage to Rosaline.

He was in the middle of buttoning up his shirt, positioned between his chair and the desk like he owned the entire room. Because he did. The realization hit her like a slap. Her breath caught. For a second, she couldn’t move. She couldn’t think. Alexander Harrington is the boss. Her husband is her boss. She smiled. “So I'm married to my boss.” She murmured inwardly. “I won’t have to worry about anything, yes” “Is it that you don’t have respect,” Alex’s voice cut through the silence, cold and sharp, “or you are just like this?”

Bo Ji Won wraps her arms around Ahn Hana’s shoulders and cries, “I am too young. I don’t want to be a married woman.” “You are four months older than I am,” Ahn Hana mutters. “In the Joseon era, we would have grandchildren by now.” Bo Ji Won creases her forehead. Why does her friend always talk like this? Sometimes, she just wants to complain and whine. “Are you truly thinking of trying out the marriage with Jung Kwang Soo for real?” She gives her a nod. “We are married anyway.” “It’s Jung Kwang Soo.” Bo Ji Won wrinkles her nose. “I don’t know why I can’t ever see you and him as married couples.”

“Ex-wife of CEO of Anderson Corporation reportedly in a relationship with Ervin Hunter. They were seen together recently. They even said that they were thinking of their marriage soon. Well, I guess being a rival of her husband wasn’t a big deal for--” I threw the phone away. So, she is already my ex-wife. She loves him. I should sign it. “Boss…” But I took the pen again and without thinking again, I signed the papers.

But instead of champagne and rose petals, I found myself standing frozen outside my boyfriend’s office, staring through the slightly ajar door at a scene that shattered everything. Alicia, his assistant was sprawled across his desk, her perfectly manicured nails digging into his shoulders, her head thrown back in a dramatic gasp. And Ethan, my boyfriend of three years, was between her legs, his shirt unbuttoned, his belt undone, and his hands gripping her thighs as if she were the most precious thing in the world. The same hands that had held mine just last night, promising a future. My heart didn’t just break. It combusted.

I retorted back, out of frustration and anger. Richard sighed tiredly and handed me another set of papers along with the one I had given him, “I am not like you because our marriage already ended a while ago in my eyes. You think I didn't notice you staying up at night to flirt with the manager, you became distant and never cared whether I was alive or not. I know I don't measure up to him but I thought our seven years of marriage would mean somethin⁵g to you. It was during my distraught state that I met this goddess and she has been my strength ever since to put up with you. Now you suddenly returned with a promotion document as if I ever asked you to do that for me. I am tired of your game

The way his laughter drew me in, how he effortlessly made me feel alive, the intensity of his stares that sent shivers down my spine, his touches that left me trembling in the best wa possible. Maya cleared her throat, snapping me back to the room. "Okay, what just happened, Lena? Are you already daydreaming about your mystery man? Are you gonna tell me who he is or not?" She insisted, her tone playful yet persistent. "Well, there's nothing much to tell, Maya. He's just my boss's brother. He returned to the country a few weeks ago and now works at the company. He knows I'm married, though, and it doesn't bother him so—"