My Boss, My Hidden Husband Novels & Stories

“Because I saw the way she looks at you, the way you look at her, and I was scared, scared that everything we’ve built means nothing to you. Scared that you’ll let her and Leon destroy your family’s company just because you can’t let go of the past.” Before he can respond, my phone buzzes, it was Sam with a news link. I click it and my blood runs cold. The front page story says “Ivanov Industries CEO Seen with Mystery Woman Marriage in Jeopardy.” The cropped, edited photos are there, with captions claiming our marriage is over and I’m holding the company hostage with false claims. “Oh my God,” I whisper, dropping my phone on the desk.

"What...what terms?" His gaze dropped to my lips—it was subtle, I could have missed it, if my eyes weren't on his. He finally leaned back and I released a breath I didn't know I was holding. My lips pressed into a tight line as I fought what my body was demanding right now—to clench my fucking thighs. I feel disgusted, so fucking disgusted that my pussy is dripping from being close to my husband's boss. "If you need it that badly, don’t hide it." My breath hitched as his gaze dropped—slow, deliberate—settling on my thighs like he could see straight through me. "You’re not even trying."

Her brows furrowed in confusion, curiosity brimming in her eyes. “Oh! You’re coming from the storage room, right? Were you looking for something?” she asked with a polite smile. I fumbled to type something on my iPad. I wanted to tell her. To yell it in bold letters on the screen: I’m his wife. The real one. The one he hides. The one he keeps in the shadows while he parades that woman, Erica, around like she’s royalty. But before I could finish typing, she chuckled and said, “You know, it’s really cute how the boss acts around his wife. He’s always so sweet to Erica, flowers, kisses, little whispers in the hallway. Like something out of a drama.”

“I help run my father’s business. Import-export. I’ve been handling the Korean branch since he passed away.” “I’m sorry to hear that,” I said softly. “It’s alright. It’s been years,” he replied. His voice was calm, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—loss that had been tucked away, worn but not forgotten. I nodded slowly. “And me? Well… I’m a secretary.” “Secretary? For?” “My husband,” I admitted, chuckling nervously. “Yeah. Technically, I work for him.” “He’s your boss?” “Something like that,” I said, taking another sip of my coffee and avoiding his gaze.

“Close the door, sweetheart. We have a lot to catch up on.” My heart hammers wildly. The power imbalance hits me like a freight train — he’s my boss, I’m his employee, and he’s the father of the child I’m desperately hiding from him. I’m completely fucked.

As soon as I reached his door, I took a slow breath, but it sat heavy in my chest. It wasn't hard to predict why he'd summoned me—he never did unless it was necessary, especially not these days. That only meant that he heard about the events several days ago…and my failure. I knocked lightly, hearing his muffled voice give assent before I entered. The door slid open and there he was. Damon. The CEO of NovaTech. My boss. And my husband, in secret. He sat behind his desk, one hand flipping through a stack of files as I stepped in. As soon as I entered, he stopped all his actions and looked up. His gaze met mine, his expression cold and unforgiving.

Ashley said Levi scoffed "Don't worry, I would be able to use it" Ashley shrugged and they continued on their journey to the nearest five star hotel On getting to the hotel, Levi gave the driver eye contact to make the necessary preparations and also to alert the workers not to greet him familiarly because he doesn't want Ashley to know that he was the head of the Stone family and the CEO of the Stone group of companies Two hours later, Ashley was still deep asleep in Levi's arms. Although his desire hadn't been satisfied, he didn't force it anymore. Now that they had gotten their marriage licenses, they had a lot of time to do this again.

"Yes, Boss. Before she lands, you'll have a name." He leaves. The door clicks shut. The silence he leaves behind is suffocating. "Dante, if it's Carlo, what will you do?" I whisper. He finally looks at me. And for a split second I don't see my husband. I don't see the man who held my hand all night. I see the man everyone else in this country is afraid of. The Don. Cold. Possessive. Ruthless. "What I have to do," he says. Before I can answer, the intercom on his nightstand buzzes. Loud.

I fixed my trousers and took a seat. “Double Expresso, make it long.” I barked, then looked at the idiot in front of me. “Where the fuck is my wife?” “Well, the last time I checked, I no longer had one boss, but two.” “The fuck! Who is your second boss?" “Ahh, master, you seem to have forgotten that you got married. The Boss Lady told me to zip it, so I will have to zip it." I looked at him. Was he seriously trying to tell me that he was following my little wife’s orders?

‘Her reaction is off…’ She frowned. Before she could say anything, Sally had flattened her lips and said, "You told me yesterday that my husband's eyes were okay, and that you know my husband better than I do. Today, you say that my husband is your boss. Then, are you going to tell me tomorrow that my husband is actually a final boss in a video game?" Sally glared at Chelsea angrily and blurted, "My husband is an ordinary differently-abled person!" Chelsea’s Violet Chateau had such a high net worth, how on earth could her dear husband be Chelsea’s boss?