My Lady Boss Novels & Stories

I asked doubtfully. "You're quite beautiful; I'm sure that's a possibility," Jaden said without hesitation. So ... I have to be the seductive woman who has to ensnare the Italian mafia boss?

She knew that. But her body betrayed her with a tiny shiver. They walked inside, hand in hand. Amelia barely recognized anyone in the crowd. Wealthy CEOs. Magazine editors. Fashion moguls. Everyone was dressed to perfection, sipping champagne and pretending they didn’t care who was watching. Except they were all watching her. A woman in red approached them. Tall, statuesque. Ice-blonde hair twisted into a perfect bun. Eyes sharp as razors. She didn’t smile. “Lucas,” she said with familiarity. “I was wondering when you’d introduce us to your… wife.”

Stop staring at his mouth. I could still make out a few pieces of glitter stuck to the side of his face and caught in his beard. I guess I had marked my territory. No wonder the Vampire girl had walked out looking so dazzled, she probably thought he was a bloody sparkly vampire. Logan watched my eyes, and then his lips which I was still staring at, curled up into a tiny, slight smile. "Better things to do than meet the new boss?" He asked. My heart leaped into my throat suddenly. "No... no, I said. I sounded panicked and tried to rein myself in a little. "There was just something from a client, it was very important...sorry...I just had to read it quickly...sorry, I-"

Instinctively, I put my hand on my flat stomach and almost burst into tears again. — Just enjoy the show without moderation, Mrs. Wilson. — I whispered, coolly. At that moment I had just buried what was left of the old, dreamy, 18-year-old Veronica Vacchiano under my high heels. Now there would only be the new Veronica Vacchiano, the first woman CEO of P. & G. Vacchiano Construction Company, the sole heiress to the 60% of the company, and the biggest nightmare of those who ruined me. After years, I returned to the United States and found myself just one step away from the queen giving her checkmate. It was the final hour of the show! Five steps forward, the doors of the meeting room being vi

Pain washed over her face, emotional, mental, everything all at once. “Mark, you just don’t understand,” she whispered, voice cracking. “I quit because… my boss is a real monster.” “Shut up!” Mark roared. “Your boss is a monster?” She nodded gently. “No,” he hissed, stepping closer. “I’m gonna remind you who you really… really should be afraid of.” He shoved past her, heading for the back seat of the car. She watched helplessly as he grabbed the bottle of the beer he had gotten, hit everything on the floor and all the bottles broke, spilling drinks everywhere.

they all said in chorus. I was wearing a white off-shoulder bishop sleeve floral organza maxi dress. Then they also made me wear heart-shaped golden earrings which perfected the look especially with the help of the white stacked wedges which I don’t really feel comfortable wearing. They just made sure that everything is fine already then, they finally made me sat on a couch in the living room while calling their gay boss. I roamed my eyes around the living room, it was a high-ceilinged room all the way to the top. And there was also a pair of imposing bookcases climb all the way to the top of each side of an enormous chimney breast. So, this is how rich he is, his house looks like a palace a

Faye said calmly, "We're always open to giving young people a chance. I hope you make the best of yours." "Thank you, Miss Yves. I promise I'll do my best." Madison bowed again and left. Faye waited until she was gone before slumping back into her chair with a sigh. "I guess men do really go for the young ones, and Boss is no exception. God, am I really getting old?" Meanwhile, Indra arrived at Glory Media Company following the address Remy had given her with a heart full of hope as well. The place was an office building. Indra found the right number and knocked carefully.

This was the woman Horacio had said that they could have their way with if they ran into her. “F*ck, a rich and pretty boss? I like it! Pin her down and send her to the room upstairs!” Pete was thrilled. The prize had sent herself right to his doorstep. Was there anything better than this? Sir Horacio would back him up after what he would do anyway! “Don’t touch Ms. Sade!” Easton cried with reddened eyes. Pete’s underling went up and slapped Easton twice, making his ears ring. Sadie turned pale. She did not expect that the man was not buying her offer when she was willing to pay. She pulled out her phone to call the police, but Pete snatched it and slammed it on the table before slapping her

"Someone must know something." Finally, the bombshell dropped: "Boss is married to Miss August Adam of the Adam's conglomerate." The group fell silent for five minutes before someone reacted, "What the fuck! Boss really hit the jackpot." "I haven't seen her, but I heard she's stunning," a lady chimed in. "No wonder boss kept her under wraps." "Exactly! She's the prettiest woman I have ever seen. And her friend, Jenny, is equally gorgeous," another lady added. "I wonder what their story is."

Fuck! Marco’s voice carried from across the study. “Who are you cursing at now? Is this business?” “Quiet,” I muttered, thumbs flying. I didn't know my curses were audible. Me: What else? Jorge: Then she built Elysium. With the shit she's saying, it's not just a club, boss. It’s a canopy. Everyone sees it. She gives orders. She listens too. She thanks people. Women worship her. They call her Boss Lady.