My Boss, My Hidden Husband Novels & Stories

His face had the usual cold expression. Athena nodded in enthusiasm. As long as he had agreed to be her golden goose she would do anything. "Don't worry, Mr Morin. I will be very obedient and do whatever you say as long as you fulfil my demand. No one will no, I will be the CEO's hidden wife." Athena answered while doing a lips sealing gesture. Roman frowned hearing the part CEO's hidden wife. That girl was really crazy. "Okay. I will have the contract prepared and bring it to you. Goodnight." Roman said as he held the contract in his hand and prepared to leave when suddenly Athena stopped him by calling his name.

What an ass! “There's rarely a woman who wants to be like you, Feb. Maybe there won't even be one,” said Widya starting his sentence after a moment of silence. “You're willing to be married, but don't demand to be recognized.” “Because our marital status is hidden. Is that what you mean, ma'am?” Widya replied with a shake of her head. “You know who Ares is, right? Our husband?” Our husband? Even Widya said it so smoothly. Making Feby shudder in horror because she didn't know how to measure the depth of the feelings of the woman in front of her.

Jenna quickly hid behind Marianne. "It's the bossman!" she squealed, terrified. Meanwhile, Marianne just laughed drunkenly. "Nooo, that's my husband." "You married the boss?" Jenna asked in shock. "Alright, that's enough from both of you," I said, separating them. "You—it's time to go home. Take her."

"Jayden, this is Jane, my wife. Jane, this is my boss and best friend, Jayden Park!" I froze at the sight of Daon's boss and best friend, the man I had slept with the night before. And now, how am I going to get out of this situation?

It felt like a stage. "So," I whispered to the empty, sunlit air. "My husband isn't a mechanic." I tossed the heavy envelope onto the glass coffee table. It landed with a satisfying thud. "He's the missing CEO of Cross Industries. He's dodging a multi-billion dollar tech acquisition. And he's in deep trouble with his terrifying grandmother." A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. I had married a ghost. A phantom billionaire who was running from his own empire, just like I was running from mine.

Ashley rolled her eyes fiercely, "Morgan, you are so boring!" "Huh? Why? I want people to stop thinking about my wife. Is this called boring?" Morgan raised his eyebrows. "But... but we agreed, isn't it a hidden marriage?" Ashley said. Morgan was noncommittal, but curled his lips, "But I don't want to hide it now! I want to make it public!" This man is really strange, and he is also very self-centered. He can do whatever he wants. The big boss used to be domineering.

I replied. "Boss?" I awkwardly smiled. Why did I call him boss? My mouth is really clumsy, Sofia. I scolded myself mentally. "Sorry, slipped out of my tongue. You're my boss," I explained. He frowned, "But I'm your husband too." I nodded. "Yes, boss and husband. But we're in your company. If possible, no one will know, right? So, I'll call you boss." He just nodded in agreement. "Do as you please."

“It’s not confirmed yet…” “Izzy,” he growled, the restraint in his voice making my pulse spike. “Do you have any idea how much I hate having to share you? How much I hate knowing that you… hide me from him?” A shiver ran down my spine. His words were sharp, jagged, full of hunger and frustration. I pressed myself against the wall, knowing if he were here, I’d be melting under the force of him. “Adrian… he's my husband. You're my boss and brother in law. I… I can’t—”

"Because of what you did, my son was ostracized at school today, and I'm getting dirty looks too." Cynthia poked her finger hard into my chest, emphasizing every single word. "Daniel, don't forget that we weren't even married back then. If anyone is the homewrecker here, it's you." Her words stabbed like a knife to my heart. But she was the one who had cheated. A profound wave of exhaustion washed over me. I said quietly, "I don't know how that rumor started. It had nothing to do with me." Just as the words left my mouth, my phone vibrated violently in my pocket.

Practiced. But not complete. “And his wife?” I asked. That did it. A small pause. A tiny shift in his expression. “She is just the wife of my boss,” he replied. Just. That word alone told me he was hiding something. I leaned back slightly. He knew how far we had gone. And he didn’t like it. ⸻ I turned a page. “We have information that you were at Mr. Patrick’s house on the day of his death.” No reaction.