Married To My Boss Novels & Stories

He saw her laughing on the sofa, the way her hair caught the light in the kitchen, the 'spicy' moments that used to leave them both breathless. He gripped the edge of the counter until his knuckles turned white. He had been a fool. The open marriage had been his idea—a product of bored lust—and it had blown up in his face. He still loved her. He knew that now, with a clarity that hurt worse than the bullet wound. He would do whatever it took to win her back. The next morning, the fluorescent lights of the corporate lobby felt blinding. Jake walked straight to the mahogany desk of his boss’s secretary.

"I am ready, sir." Who would have thought that I'm going to marry that man I had a blind date with a few years ago? That man who did nothing but tease me every single day and that man who didn't care about anything but his company. The man I never imagined I'd fall for. But yes, fate is such a tease. It will let you meet the most unexpected people in your life. But guess what? I married my boss!

she finally managed to say, her voice wavering with a mix of frustration and vulnerability. "Your family made a business arrangement, and you have to abide by it," he replied dismissively. "I don't have time for your emotional dramas." Hearing those words only intensified Elena's feelings of anger and helplessness. She couldn't believe the callousness of the man who was not only her boss but also the one she was being forced to marry. "You have no idea what it feels like to have your life decided for you, do you?" Elena retorted, her voice tinged with bitterness.

I still couldn't stop laughing. Didn't crazy things like this only happen in books and movies? "Yes." He nodded. "If the thought of being married to me terrifies you, I assure you that it shouldn't. I'm not the one you'll be getting married to but my boss." He adjusted his tie and then cleared his throat before continuing. "It's only a short contract of two years after which you can both go your separate ways." "Who is this 'boss' of yours?" I didn't read anything on these papers but I looked out for pictures of who his boss might be but the only picture I could find, was mine.

The last time he came, she confronted him. "Why are you like this to me? We are even a married couple, but you have not been staying home for a month. I have always been the one here. We have not even consummate our marriage." She said to him as he was on a video conference with employees and they were shocked to hear that. 'Is their boss married?' that was what was on everyone's mind. He too was shocked by her statement and quickly closed his laptop, turning to her angrily. "Have you finally gone mad? You didn't see that I was in meeting?" He snapped and she got scared for a moment before she turned to him with a frown and innocent look.

“It’s your first marital house and a gift from me. Iwant to take you there myself.” His words sent a ripple of astonishment through the meeting room. Executives exchanged wide-eyed glances, some nearly choking on their drinks. Did their boss just say marital house? He was married? When did this happen, and to whom? Their emotionless and ruthlessly cold Boss not only used an affectionate voice, warm as the sun on a winter day, but also mentioned marriage?! Most importantly, who was the wife? A flurry of questions swirled through the executives’ minds, but none dared to voice them. The icy reputation of their boss was enough to silence even the boldest among them.

Damian must have known that already, but here he was doing something that made me feel self-conscious. In my head, I was willing him to leave. I didn’t want my workmates to see me talking to the boss like we were friends. We are not. Yes, you are not friends because you married the man. His name might not be what was in the marriage certificate, but it was him you got married to that day. It was him you exchanged rings with and kissed thoroughly. My mind argued. I wanted to shut the image down, but I couldn't. The image was stuck in my head.

“All those girls I have a crush on are totally no match for her, okay? Even if it’s an actress standing beside our boss, she’ll be shadowed by the radiance of her smile.” “Our boss is not a human being. She’s more like a shimmering star, isn’t she? I’m in love with her!” “Sh*t, I heard our boss is already married… Why is she married at such a young age?” “Her husband must be really happy to have such a charming wife. I envy her husband so badly…” The players could not stop discussing their new boss. The excitement in their tone was only amplified with each word they spoke. After they ended that round of Rank, all of them tacitly took out their phones and logged onto Weibo to express their fe

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.

Married to my boss. I was just barely pulling myself together after everything. A few months ago, I was a carefree, happy-go-lucky girl. The kind of person who thought life would always be good because my family had my back. I never imagined I’d end up here, agreeing to marry my boss, fake or not. But how could I say no? I was indebted to him. And in exchange for my so-called freedom, I agreed to this arranged marriage. Now, here I was, sitting in his room, listening as he calmly laid out the rules of this so-called arrangement.