My Boss, My Hidden Husband Novels & Stories

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?!

Why would he hide such a big secret from me? For five years, I'd accepted being second to Harrison Group. I'd made peace with the idea that my husband was too consumed by business to notice me, to choose me, to love me the way I loved him. I'd never been Adrian Harrison's first choice. And I never would be. But curiosity didn't let me. I picked up the phone and checked the message. Adrian: "Running late. Don't wait up."

Asher’s deep voice purred through the line. I closed my eyes, fighting irritation. “Boss, how many times must I tell you? We are not married. Please stop calling me ‘wife.’” “We’ll have proof next week.” “You’re really determined, aren’t you?” “Because it’s the truth. Just accept it. Shall I call the mayor?” “The mayor? What does he have to do with this?” “He officiated the ceremony.” My breath hitched. “Excuse me?” So that’s what I’d stumbled into. “Boss, I need to get back to work. Goodbye.” I hung up and gripped the railing. What have I gotten myself into?

"Excuse me?" Noah let out a low whistle. "Damn. And here I thought my hacking skills were top-tier. How the hell did you keep that a secret?" Beckett looked at Liam, wide-eyed. "So, wait. The proposal was just for show? Then who's the real wife?" George leaned in, enjoying their reactions. "She’s twenty." Beckett nearly choked on his drink. "Oh, so it’s a scandal too. The cold, untouchable Liam Hart has been secretly playing house with a college girl. What’s next? You got a toddler running around too?"

Pointing at Damian, she said mockingly, "Eric, this man here is the husband of our wonderful CEO, Ms. Spencer. Hurry up and complete his onboarding procedure. "And make sure you do a good job, or else Ms. Spencer might fire you." Eric was stupefied. Wasn't Christine still single? Where did this so-called husband come from? Either way, he didn't dare dawdle. After flashing a polite smile at Damian, he quietly asked Chelsea, "What position will he be taking up, Ms. Johnston?" "Oh, but of course, how can Ms. Spencer's husband be given any old position? Arrange for him to join the security team as a security guard." Chelsea couldn't resist bursting into laughter as she spoke, her expression drip

I just heard Hector laugh, so I tightened my grip on him. "Ask Dad why I came here, fucker. And Solei is not a lie. It's true that she's my wife. We got married the night of her bachelor's party. Truth fucking hurts, right?" Hector finally said, surprising everyone, even me. The night at the party deepened. I remained seated on one side, watching as various businesspersons approached and talked to Hector. Despite engaging in conversations, he didn't let go of my hand, as if ensuring I wouldn't feel out of place after the earlier confrontation.

He said. I nodded in comprehension. “What about you?What are you doing here?” “I…em…”I paused not knowing what to say. I had to keep the contract confidential.Though he was someone I used to know but I couldn’t trust him with the truth yet. “I’m married to Mr Graham.”I informed him. He frowned.”Married?” I nodded. “Mr Graham?The owner of this house?You mean to say you’re my boss’s wife?” I nodded again. He looked stunned.”Woah.So many surprises for one day.”

Has he lost his mind? My silence must confuse him because he speaks up again, "I know this must seem untrue, but I assure you it's not. You already know everything about me, my family, and now my marriage that's a secret to the world. I just need you to give me a chance to prove that I can be a man worthy of you. I know I've been a shitty boss and person-

He got up and walked away directly with his assistant in tow. “Boss” “What?” “Young Master seems to have departed for Australia ten minutes ago.” He paused, frowning before turning to look at the other man and asked “My wife?” “She just left the villa.” He nodded and walked out of the building before getting into the car. … Five years later…