Married To My Boss Novels & Stories

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.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” Petra took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “There’s a problem with my new project. It’s not a major issue, but it might take a long time to resolve. After we get married, I don't think I’ll be able to take you on a honeymoon to another country.” Lyyana smiled, her fingers gently squeezing Petra’s hand. “A honeymoon isn’t mandatory for newlyweds. We can go on vacation anytime; we have plenty of time.”

"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.”

I remember staring at her pale face, thinking it was my fault. Now here we are. And if she didn’t open her mouth and talk, if she kept pushing me with that stubborn silence—God knows I would have finger-fucked her right there just to break her pride. At least then she’d understand I’m not the kind of man who plays gentle games. Sooner or later, she will learn the truth about the man she married. My phone buzzed. My assistant’s name lit the screen and I answered immediately. “Sir, a few people in Chicago found out you’re married. Do you want me to die down the news?”

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.