My Boss, My Hidden Husband Novels & Stories

I felt uncomfortable due to the fact the guy is watching us. “This is my wife, Camille. Camille, meet my boss, Harry. The Ceo of the company I work with” I suddenly went numb. Are you kidding me?! The man I had sex with few days ago is my husband boss. How come I don’t know this? ***how are you suppose to know? Do you work in the same place with your husband** that was my subconscious again. “Camille” Asher’s voice lapse me back into consciousness. “Yeah?”

“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.

I head to my room and she followed me. "Well, yes I did" I answered and she squealed behind me. "I can't believe you two are a thing now, right?" She asked. Well, according to the contract. We are. For now, I needed to use him to make my parents not send me a husband or arrange any relationship for me. "Yes" I answered and she squealed again. She was the one getting happy on my behalf. "I'm also guessing it's a secret. If everyone knows about your relationship with him, the whole company would turn upside down" she said and I totally agreed with that. It's a fucking secret that no one must know.

"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.

Yet another part of me whispered something dangerous. What if this is real? Victor must have noticed the conflict on my face because his voice softened. “You don’t have to decide immediately.” I swallowed carefully. “What kind of man hires a wife through a lawyer?” “The private kind.” “That doesn’t answer anything.” “No,” he agreed calmly. “It doesn’t.” I stared at him another moment. Then finally said, “I’m not stupid.” “I never said you were.” “I’m not desperate enough to fall for nonsense either.” Something flickered briefly in his eyes then. Pity maybe.