My Boss, My Hidden Husband 소설 & 이야기

“Don’t talk to me like I’m just anybody. I’m your boss *and* your husband.” “Temporary husband,” I reminded him. “‘Til death do us part.” He smirked, dripping with sarcasm. “Is it so hard to keep the rest of the vows? Why are you always fixated on death and dark stuff?” “Life made me this way.” “Life’s kicked me down plenty, yet here I am… standing in front of the CEO of Clifford, one of the richest, most powerful men in the world… and my husband.” When I was near this man, all I wanted was for him to take me, his body holding such power over mine.

"Mr. Irvine, stop trying to prove yourself. Everyone in Oceanton knows how powerful Oceanic Group is. If you offend them, no one will do business with you again. You'll lose everything." Ryan walked toward me with his chin lifted, his eyes full of contempt. "I wanted to keep a low profile, but some people just have to get in my way. Do you understand now? You may have a little money, but it means nothing to a truly wealthy family like ours!" I raised an eyebrow and deliberately asked, "You're saying your wife is Claire, the general manager of Oceanic Group?" "But Dad, she's clearly..." Lily almost blurted out the truth, but I quickly stopped her and winked. She understood at once and nodded.

“That’s what’s going on. It’s the first step in getting away from lying scum like you.” “Ava, please, baby, let’s talk. Let me explain everything to you.” Ava chuckled humorlessly. It was funny how she had been probing him all this while, trying to know what he was hiding, and yet her mind could never have grasped this particular secret. She would never have guessed, even with a gun to her head: That her forced husband is a billionaire.

I was lost in the pleasure that I didn't even remember I left my wife at the restaurant to fuck my boss. More like the love of my life who was also my boss. Her rhythm began to falter as I could feel her clench around me occasionally, she wasn't looking at me anymore, instead her eyes were shut, her breast falling up and down. Beads of sweat were streaming down her face, some falling on my chest as she bounced. "Look at me,” I demanded and she forced my eyes open. She was close...I could see it from the way she clenched around me

"We just need to get through Saturday and Sunday." Now, in the car out to the beach, I wonder if I can really do this. Lie to a house full of rich, dangerous gangsters. Pretend to be married and in love with a man I barely know. A man that was my Asshole Boss barely a week ago. I don't exactly remember turning suicidal, but apparently, I am. Too late to give up now. My boss is my husband, for better or worse. Mostly worse. But it does have perks.

The question slipped out before I could stop it. "Accompany me to business dinners. Manage my calendar. Handle correspondence. Basic administrative duties." His tone was perfectly professional, but something in his eyes made my skin crawl. "Nothing illegal or immoral, I assure you." "And if Derek wins the game?" "Then you go home. The debt is forgiven, and we never speak of this again." I looked at my husband. Really looked at him. The man I'd married was charming, confident, full of dreams. This Derek was a stranger - hollow-eyed, shaking, willing to bet his wife's freedom for one more chance.

"I can’t. I have work, remember? My boss is paying me." "You’re my wife. Everything I own is also yours. Meaning, the company you work for is yours too." "Good point. That’s even more reason I shouldn’t go because I don’t want the company to go bankrupt," I said, laughing. "Resign already. So we can find someone to replace you." I was shocked by what he said. I didn’t want to leave! I loved my job! "But I don’t want to resign." "I'll tell everyone tomorrow that you're my wife. Of course, it wouldn’t look good if the boss’s wife was also an employee, right?"

“He inherited Valenrose Suites from his family, but he built it into the empire it is today. Then, Valenrose was just a normal hotel—just a 2-star hotel—but he turned it into what it is today, making it a five-star hotel. He doesn’t attend social functions unless absolutely necessary. Even when he attends one, he goes alone. No female companions. He doesn’t entertain rumors, and he hates incompetence.” She blinked. “How do you know all that?” I smiled, lowering my gaze. “People talk. If you listen long enough, you learn things.” But that wasn’t the truth. Not really. The truth was something I had never told anyone here. Not even her. The truth was… He’s my husband. Yes, he is mine. The husba

Finally he put down the document and picked up the paper bag. “ mysterious CEO, gentle lover……” “My sweet husband…..” “My bossy CEO boyfriend….” What the hell was all this bullshit?!

"Yes, she's fine. Don't worry; she's in good hands and receiving proper treatment. If I may ask, what's the woman's husband's name?" "Hm... it seems he made the news recently. Wait, I have the information." Dr. David then reached for his phone lying on the desk. He scrolled through something and then showed a photo of someone that filled the doctor's phone screen. "He's called Grey Reed," the doctor said. Berry stared at the photo and nodded. Now she found a connecting thread about the man. The secret that the boss was trying to hide. The man who shot the boss, the wife concealed by the boss.