Married To My Boss Mga Nobela at Kwento

She decided to dress up and go to the company to have a look. It was still working time, and everyone was busy. Everyone was surprised to see her coming. After all, her status had changed from the CEO’s secretary to his wife. Some of the women were secretly talking about her in envy. They admired her and her ability to secure a good marriage. What was the secret to change from an ordinary employee to the CEO’s wife? Sarah, of course, had heard some of those discussions and laughed. Her marriage with Charles seemed like a besieged city. Everyone yearned for a life in the besieged city, but the people who actually lived there were not as comfortable as everyone imagined. At least she was not.

“There’s not a single reason for me to leave you, my love. No matter what, in any situation, you will always be my wife and life partner.” “Even though I can’t give you children?” Berli asked suddenly. “Regardless of that, I won’t leave you. You’re the best partner for me to chase our dreams and aspirations.” Berli smiled happily, and Denzel kissed the back of her hand, hugging her gently and affectionately again. “Ahem, we’re becoming statues here, Petra,” Lyyana teased because Berli and Denzel were not letting go of each other. Berli and Denzel smiled at Lyyana’s remark and finally broke their embrace. “Hurry up and get married, so you can feel warm all the time,” Denzel said as he moved a

That one year was the luckiest year of my life. It wasn't perfect. But it was good. For once, I wasn't just surviving. I was finally moving forward. Then one stupid mistake destroyed everything. I thought that was rock bottom. I was wrong. Because of that same mistake, I somehow ended up married to my former boss. Now we had to live together for ninety days before we could even begin the divorce process. You'd think that would be enough suffering for one person. Apparently not. I got drugged and probably almost raped.

“You’re my wife, and I’m your boss. I’m not going to fire you, so stop worrying about that. I already told the manager that the two of us are meeting a client today.” She stared at him for a second, fingers curling and uncurling at her sides. “I never knew you were this sensible.” “I was sensible enough to marry a woman as beautiful as you.” His voice stayed calm, almost gentle. “Jemima Greyson, I’m proud to call you my wife.” The words scraped against every raw nerve she had. She exhaled sharply through her nose. “Who asked you if you’re proud or not? You just love ruining my morning. Actually, you love ruining my entire day.”

I never thought that I'd reach this point where I had to accept my boss's offer to be his fake wife. Why would I decline it? I'm indebted to him and in exchange of my freedom I needed this arranged marriage. So here I am now in my boss/husband's room. To discuss the things that cannot be done during this arrangement. "You are not allowed to enter any relationship within the period of this marriage," he said seriously. My eyes widened. "As in even flings? Nothing?" He looked at me solemnly. "I am a very possessive man, Iris. I don't like sharing."

I gasp. "I still don't have enough power to go against my grandmother, Secretary Kim. I'm sure you've heard how strict and cold-hearted she is from the other employees, and as her only grandson, even though I'm now the new CEO, I still have a leash around my neck right now. I don't know what she'll do to you, and I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you... so please, I know it's hard for you… But, could you please... marry me? Please marry me, I don't want to lose our baby too."

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.

“Umm… I would feel betrayed and hurt, of course.” I leaned into the mic. “Well, you had to assume that, but for me, I lived it.” She blinked, taken aback by my statement. “And the one who stole my work was none other than the one I gave every fiber of myself to—my so-called husband, Hayes.”

I whispered nervously, glancing over my shoulder. Carla laughed and waved it off. "Oh, don't worry about him. He's my husband. It seems we both have a lot of catching up to do," she said, and I felt my mouth fall open. So Carla was married to my boss. That was unexpected. I took a deep breath, trying to collect my thoughts. "I didn't know you were married and not in the pack anymore," I said, my voice filled with surprise.

She whispered as she scooted closer to me, eyes filled with warmth. “Not yet. I don't think I want to tell him. He is getting married next month.” The reality hurt so much that I felt my eyes sting with another round of tears. When she didn't say anything, I knew she wanted me to say more. “He is my boss and I work as his PA. I have this attraction to him. I don't know. But we ended up having sex, twice, and now, ” I sniffed. “Now, we are barely talking. He is getting married and his wife, I will get to see her almost every time. I don't know if I can live with that.” I sighed and drew my knees up so I could rest my head on it.