My Husbands Boss Novels & Stories

“But didn't you hear him call her wife, then I guess she is married to him? '' the first worker said. “But when did he marry her and why didn't he even inform his staffs about his wedding, well I was expecting much but I won't lie he taste in women is perfect else his wife wouldn't have been so beautiful” the second worker said as she walked into the mall back she over head the counter lady and another worker talking about The boss and his wife so she went ahead and joined them in the conversation. “I guess the boss doesn't want her to know he owns this place, else why would have paid for the outfit if the money would still be sent to his account.

Grace murmured as she drank. Ivy stifled a laugh. “I think she takes after someone.” Josh glanced at her. “I hope you don’t mean me.” “Who else?” Josh feigned offense. “Oh, come on—I’m your husband, you know.” Ivy smiled, her gaze soft. “And you’re also our kid’s bossy Appa. That makes you complete.” Josh sighed, then suddenly took Ivy’s hand in his. “My bossiness comes from fear—fear of losing. After everything we’ve been through, I don’t want a single day without you two.”

There was a brief pause before he replied nonchalantly, "Yeah." My brows furrowed, and anger seeped into my voice, "How dare you use my money to buy things for another woman? Do you even remember whose husband you are?" He scoffed. "Your money? You haven't worked in how long? Haven't I been the one supporting you? It's my money. I'll spend it on whoever I want." My voice shook. "We're married. All our assets are shared as a couple." Earlier this year, my company was in trouble. The boss kept piling on more work, expecting one person to do the job of three. Even after hours, we were stuck working late with no raise in sight.

The man nodded once more, "I am aware madam but he has instructed me to not leave your side under any any circumstances. I cannot disobey my boss." Her shoulders fell and she stared at him in frustration. "I am only also your boss do you not know? I am your boss's wife, so that automatically means that I am also your boss. Am I not correct?" she glared. He lowered his head once more. "Ma'am, your husband, my boss has given me strict instructions, if I value my life and my job then I must adhere to them, please understand me madame, I mean no disrespect at all. I am only doing my job... protecting you."

He strolled up to us, and a face came into view; it was Hayes. He didn’t see me at first, not clearly. It was Maria she went straight to; her flashy clothes must have made him immediately think she was the one who ran the place. Hayes bowed and stretched out his hand for a shake. “You must be the new boss. It's easy to recognize that you're the daughter of the rich man who bought and invested in my company’s project.” Maria shook his hand even though she knew she wasn't really the new boss. She has always liked being the one in power, even if it was a disillusioned lie.

“Don’t talk to me like I’m just anybody. I’m your boss *and* your husband.” “Temporary husband,” I reminded him. “‘Til death do us part.” He smirked, dripping with sarcasm. “Is it so hard to keep the rest of the vows? Why are you always fixated on death and dark stuff?” “Life made me this way.” “Life’s kicked me down plenty, yet here I am… standing in front of the CEO of Clifford, one of the richest, most powerful men in the world… and my husband.” When I was near this man, all I wanted was for him to take me, his body holding such power over mine.

‘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?

he inches closer until his face is so close to mine, while my neck folds back at his closeness, “such insults wouldn't suit you. I'd like everyone to know that we are married.” “That is if the right time still falls into our two year contract.” He straightens. “You should also submit a proposal.” He finally says. “I doubt Claire will approve that.” “I'm the director.” “See. So you better get going before they think it's favoritism.” He sighs. “Alright wife. Catch you later.” The day was unbelievably fast , or rather I was too engrossed in work to feel time ticking. Everyone was head deep in their computer, and today I felt like a real intern.

His expression changed instantly. Lillian is not my boss, he said. The words landed like a slap. I froze. What? I whispered. She is not, he repeated. My boss is someone else. She and my boss are working together. My heart began to pound so hard I could hear it in my ears. Who is your boss? He hesitated, his jaw tightening, then spoke. Someone powerful The name felt like ice poured down my spine. He is after your husband, the man continued quietly. His life.

I begged. "My wife is suing me for half of my fortune, that's what's happening!!" Adam bellowed. "I knew that. But why was she so certain that I wasn't your real wife?" I queried. "God, my head is killing me," he groaned, stopping his pacing and rubbed a hand down his face to his chin. "Let's focus for a while, alright? I won't let her screw you over," Paul voiced out. "And how are you going to stop her?" Adam sneered.