Married To My Boss Manhwa Novels & Stories

She didn’t dare look back before slipping out the door. *********** “You slept with the boss?” Gianna, Keira’s best friend and co-worker's voice rang through the break room loud enough to turn heads. “Keep your voice down!” Keira hissed, shooting a frantic look around. “It’s bad enough I took advantage of him while he was drugged—I don’t need the whole office knowing.” Gianna’s eyes nearly bulged out of her skull. “He was drugged?!” “Gianna!” “Right, sorry,” she whispered, then leaned in eagerly. “But how the hell did that even happen? I need details. All the details.”

I said simply. They both burst into laughter. “Moving out to where?” Anita mocked. “Did you suddenly become rich?” I held her gaze. “Yes.” That wiped the smiles off their faces. “What are you talking about?” my stepmother demanded. I didn’t owe them explanations. But I wanted to say it. Not for them. For me. “I’m getting married tomorrow.” Silence. Heavy. Shocking. Anita blinked rapidly. “Married? To who? Which man?” “My boss.”

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Jaw clenched, I shoved my phone into my pocket—just as a drunken man stumbled into my path. “Hey, pretty lady,” he slurred, whiskey on his breath. He grinned, eyes hazy. “Be my girlfriend for the night?” I barely resisted the urge to recoil. “No, thanks.” I stepped aside. He swayed, still smiling. “Come on, don’t be shy. You’re too beautiful to be alone.” I sighed. I really don’t have time for this. “I’m married,” I said, flashing my wedding ring. His grin widened. “Married women are the best kind.”

Danic coughed in embarrassment and put his hand in his pocket, "I d-did." "Then you should know if it's really love or not, what I have for him... Is not love but respect. I am not sad he is getting married but I am also feeling bad because my boss who remained single all those time is finally getting married to a woman he is in love with. It's just.... The situation we are in is different." "You mean..."

HAZEL: Jennie and I walked through the gigantic doors, with her heels clicking stylishly against the shining marble floors. Yeah, I found out her name was Jennie and she was the former secretary and personal assistant to my new boss. According to her, she was getting married in two months, and her husband to be noted that he didn't like her job. I wondered how that was my business since I never asked her why she was quitting.

We're both staring into the mirror. "June. Stop it. He has a girlfriend." I slap her arm playfully. "Ouch." She groans dramatically. "So what if he has a girlfriend? Being married or having a girlfriend doesn't mean you gotta give up on having some wild, good fuck elsewhere. Partners get boring, you know." "I guess you're right," I say softly, lowering my gaze. Memories of my day at the office rush into my mind, and again, I get goosebumps recalling when my boss forced himself between my thighs.

I muttered before leaning back on the car seat. Alice smiled upon hearing my last joke. "Looks like you're not as smart as you think." I nodded slightly to admit it. "They just got married, and his wife is heavily pregnant. Gregory couldn't reach Nicholas, so he asked me to come and help with the delivery," she explained to me. Is his wife... Volder too?" I asked. Alice shook her head, her gaze still focused on driving. "No, his wife is a Leech. Previously, she was a normal human."

The only thing I’m looking forward to is Gianna coming back next week… though I have no idea how I’m going to tell her I married my asshole boss. We’re getting married officially at the registry this weekend. My closet (still weird calling it mine) is packed. Designer brands I can barely pronounce. Shoes, dresses, coats, jeans, t-shirts, sweaters—even bags and a vanity table. It’s every housewife’s dream. I eat. I sleep. I visit my mom. I eat again. I don’t even clean, people come in twice a week to do that. But the truth? I’m already tired of this so-called dream life.

I narrowed my brows at him. “Hazel, is everything okay?” Dan had returned with our glasses of wine and stood behind Logan, glaring at him. “Yeah,” I said. “My boss was just leaving.” I glared pointedly at Logan. Logan, however, ignored me. He turned to Dan. “Did she happen to mention to you that she’s married?” The color drained from my face and I gasped. Did he really just…? Dan turned to me. “Is this true?” He asked.