Married To My Boss Manhwa Novels & Stories

A pathetic, desperate bitch. But honestly? I commend the effort. Because ever since the wedding, it's like my boss has been out for me. He used to act like I was invisible, but after he got married to my ex, he started making me do stupid things for him like fetching him lunch and running around to do tasks, like I've got no degree. His latest task was what really got on my nerves - making me leave work to drop off something at his house. Like I'm some fucking delivery guy. Still, knowing he’s stuck with my leftover makes me smug. I'd used her and abandoned her, and now she's his problem. Can’t wait to see his face when I tell him she’s still in love with me.

I just want it to be over and done with," I said under my breath. I called once more and still no response. What could be wrong? If I pull this move, he'd send the whole army to look for me, but Mr. Boss will definitely get his way around this; after all, his blue eyes command the crowd. ‎ ‎He could be at a murder crime scene and wouldn't be arrested because the police would fall in love with his blue eyes, curly hair, and chiseled jaw lines, like that of a carefully hand-crafted piece of art. He was something straight out of a mythical book. ‎ ‎His physique and aura made him so unique, his handsome face smooth as a baby's butt. I kept going on and on, delving into his features, till I reali

The salary made my eyes water. But I knew something was off. I flipped through the pages and my confusion grew. There were clauses about confidentiality and public appearances and living arrangements and personal conduct. "I don't understand," I said. "This isn't a job contract." "Keep reading." I found it on page seven. The word marriage in bold black letters. I looked up at him. "What the fuck is this?” "A proposal." Kaid leaned forward. "You want to save your father's company and keep your mother from drowning in his mess. I need a wife to clean up my public image and satisfy the board who think I'm too young to run this company alone."

"Six months. Public appearances, social functions, the appearance of stability. In exchange: Director-level salary, corporate housing, references that open doors when we're done." "You're asking me to pretend to be your wife." "I'm asking you to be useful." He reached into his jacket, withdrew a folder, held it out. "The contract. Read it. Decide by the time we land." I took it. Heavy paper, legal language, terms spelled out in numbered clauses. Separate residences. No emotional attachment. Termination at either party's discretion. The salary figure made my breath catch, more than I'd made in two years. "Why me?" I asked again. "You could hire an actress. Someone trained."

The maid's words were cut short by a sharp slap from Manuela. The maid and the other servants were shocked. "If money is the problem, yes, your boss is richer than me, but I'm a hundred percent sure I'm richer than you. You think I became Uno's wife just because of money? I don't need your boss's money, and FYI, I didn't blackmail your boss. I don't want to disrespect your job, but what's coming out of your mouth is over the line. I'm your master's wife, which means I'm your boss whether you like it or not," Manuela snapped, unable to control her anger any longer.

“Maybe that’s whaat I am. And to top it, my boss made me sign…a marriage contract. I’m doneee with love and I never want to see him again.” “What if he truly wants you? Your boss.” She raised her head and stared at me. And for a moment, I thought she recognised me. Then she bursted out laughing. “Do you know whoooo my boss’ssss?” “Alex Kane,” she contiued. “He has more body count than the stars in a clear night sky. Alex Kane is a disater waiting to happen if I aagreee…to that. Even if I have no…where to go, I would never accept his offer.”

"Some other time." He excused himself and walked away. The moment he disappeared, Esme reappeared beside my desk as though she'd been hiding nearby the entire time. "What engagement?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows. I looked at her. "I do have one." "Marriage counseling." "Remember..." "I'm married." She rolled her eyes dramatically. "Right. Of course you are." "But somehow, I keep forgetting.”