My Boss, My Hidden Husband Novels & Stories

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.

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.

At thirty weeks pregnant, I had just left a prenatal appointment when a Porsche struck me and threw me across the pavement. Blood spread beneath my dress. My daughter kicked frantically, then began to weaken. I begged someone to call an ambulance, but the woman who had hit me remained behind the wheel, calmly touching up her lipstick before making a call. “Dante, I’m in trouble. A pregnant woman stepped in front of my car, and now everyone is blaming me.” “Stay inside. I’ll send someone.” Three minutes later, two black SUVs blocked the street. Six Valenti guards surrounded me and stopped the arriving ambulance. “She may be bleeding internally,” a paramedic warned. “We need to examine h

"It’s all in there. Everything Julian has been working on for the past six months. But I have bigger news. The boss is expecting a child." The man looked up, his eyes narrowing. "A child? We heard nothing about a wife or a girlfriend. Is he married?" "That’s because it’s a secret," Mark said, taking a sip of his lukewarm beer. He stared into the glass, trying to look like he didn't care. "But there’s something else. My wife, Elena… she’s been acting strange. She’s tired all the time. She’s sick in the mornings. I saw her holding a baby bib today. She hid it the moment I walked into the room. And now I find out is because she’s been hiding the secret for my boss.”

Why would anyone want to aggressively expose her boss's wife like she was some sort of hunted criminal? But beyond the huge bounty, there was a different shock that hit Alura right in the chest. She didn't even know Lucius was truly married, back when he insulted her wedding ring he did mention that he and his wife had something like hers. But she was too busy fuming She didn't even realize it. Suddenly the thought about that night at the steakhouse crawled into her mind. She remembered how she had drunkenly told half the company that her boss was hot. A sharp sting of guilt washed over her. She had been harboring a secret, embarrassing crush on a man who already had a wife.

For one second, Luca Moretti looked at me as if I had spoken in another language. Then his expression settled into the tired patience. "Aria, I know I was wrong to hide who I am. I know marrying someone else is unforgivable. But this life doesn't run on what-ifs. The only family with enough weight to bargain with the Morettis is the Voss family." He glanced around the cabin. "You and I have lived here for three years. I know you. You're not the kind of woman who belongs in a Commission ballroom."

I loved my job because it gave me time to learn other skills and carry out other little tasks for which I got paid. The unexpected happened that morning. I got to my place of work as usual and started with the cleaning. Unfortunately for me, my boss's husband was around. He mentioned something about being on a break. I ignored him and went about my work. I had finished cleaning the living room and was headed for the dining room when he suddenly grabbed my arse from behind. I dropped the equipment and with a swift twirl, I slapped him hard across the face. It was at that same moment my boss entered the living room. "What's going on here?" She asked. Her curious eyes moved from me to her husba

“What are you doing here?” He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him while I scrambled to my feet, trying to keep the fear out of my voice. “You need to leave. My husband will be here any minute.” I feared the worst, being alone with a strange man. His expression darkened instantly. “Your husband?” He scoffed, stepping closer. “Is that who you’re hiding behind now? Tell me, Tessa.” “Stop calling me that.” “Is this what you are now? You seduce my boss, play the innocent wife, just to get back at me?”

He directed his fork to the kitchen. "You're his father. " "Screwing hell I'm his goddamn father! "Bruce whispered."well lets lean you into a little bit of telenovela. That shit over their called my wife would over her corpse want you to know this, but every family's got a secret, hasn't it? She screwed a little child, happened to be her little son's girlfriend and now he knows, you see, my wife, she isn't straight. She's a lesbian. a hardcore one, our marriage is just a social status thing I suppose."

he lacks her a lot, can do it for her, just afraid it will be a little bit like that. stop. . . . . . "Dad?" "Stop talking. Go to the office, I want to be alone." Tom Kenneth waved his hand, signaling him to leave. Adam Kenneth angrily walked out of the living room, he understood that his father had this kind of incomprehensible sentiment towards Bonita. Before finding the real daughter, the guilt filled Bonita was all used on Bonita. Perhaps finding a faithful sister, my father wouldn't be so against me and Kaytly? He decided to solve Xia Shi a little early, then went to find Trovica. Back at the HKM building, Deon was already waiting at the office. "How? What did the investigator on the o