Novel Menikah Dengan Bos Novels & Stories

"Six months. Public appearances, social functions, the appearance of stability. In exchange: Director-level salary, corporate housing, references that open doors when we're done." "You're asking me to pretend to be your wife." "I'm asking you to be useful." He reached into his jacket, withdrew a folder, held it out. "The contract. Read it. Decide by the time we land." I took it. Heavy paper, legal language, terms spelled out in numbered clauses. Separate residences. No emotional attachment. Termination at either party's discretion. The salary figure made my breath catch, more than I'd made in two years. "Why me?" I asked again. "You could hire an actress. Someone trained."

Jaw clenched, I shoved my phone into my pocket—just as a drunken man stumbled into my path. “Hey, pretty lady,” he slurred, whiskey on his breath. He grinned, eyes hazy. “Be my girlfriend for the night?” I barely resisted the urge to recoil. “No, thanks.” I stepped aside. He swayed, still smiling. “Come on, don’t be shy. You’re too beautiful to be alone.” I sighed. I really don’t have time for this. “I’m married,” I said, flashing my wedding ring. His grin widened. “Married women are the best kind.”

“But let’s talk about you… How did you meet Will? What’s he like?” I take a moment to gather my thoughts, trying to frame my answers carefully, avoiding the truth about the nature of my marriage. “Will is… he’s amazing. We met through work… He is my boss, I know… cliche. He’s really supportive, and I think he genuinely cares about me.” Mia raises an eyebrow, a skeptical smile playing on her lips. “Cares about you? You are married, she he not love you? You know how I feel about office romances, but if he is Mr right….”

the maid in the center confessed, falling to her knees. "Are you stupid? Can’t you keep your mouth shut? What do you mean my husband and I have a contract marriage?" I asked angrily, even though it is a contract marriage, I could not admit that. "Who gave you the information that it is a contract marriage? Or were you going into Jonathan’s office to snoop around his documents?" I asked sharply.

Especially for somebody below him. He was to be married in a few days. Boris went through with the wedding; Emlin and Boris agree that their passion was only for one night. Emlin was to be married to Rock and Boris was to be married to Nikini. They would go their separate ways never to speak of it again. But a few months later, they were reacquainted when Emlin was back in town. Nikini was a birthday party and because Emlin did such wonderful work for their wedding, wanted to hire Emlin again for more photos.

My stomach dropped as I realized what he was looking at. “New York’s youngest billionaire,” Romeo said, his voice cold. “The one who got married recently. That is your husband?” I nodded, my throat too tight to speak. “Jaydon Grey,” he read from the screen, his tone mocking. “Who married his assistant.” He looked up at me, his eyes hard. “Why did I not even consider it? So you were his assistant?” I nodded again, my face burning with shame. I studied his expression, searching for some sign of understanding, but all I saw was anger and betrayal.

How could Chris divorce his wife whom he always showcased as a precious jewel during any public gathering? It finally dawned on him that Tessa was not a spy on his pack. She had just divorced her husband. Her face did not hold any pain like that of a divorced woman, He wanted to ask her and confirm if she was divorced and if it was another rumor. ‘’Are you married?’’ Bryce found his lips blurting out while he flipped a page of the book in front of him, acting like he got the question from the set-out ones. It was not part of the planned-out questions and he knew that the interviewers would have shouted at him if he was not their CEO.

Inter-staff relationship was forbidden and highly frowned upon, so this conversation would end at just a game, but it nauseated her. Lily laughed. “Good choice. He’s so fucking hot I’ll marry him, then kill his wife to ensure she’s not a problem in the future. I can fuck the old boss once, but marrying Mr. McKenna means I get to fuck him all the time. He can bend me over this desk any day, any time. Hold on, how do you know he’s married? He looks so young.” “He was wearing a ring.” He was? She hadn’t noticed. She had used hers as a pendant for her necklace because she didn’t want to draw attention to herself.

"I treated you like a merger. I treated our life like a balance sheet." He dropped to one knee on the damp grass, ignoring the sting in his injured ribs. "This time, there is no board. There are no patents. There is no Thorne legacy. There is just a man who wakes up every morning wondering how he got lucky enough to breathe the same air as you." He opened the box. "Clara Vance, I don't want to be your business partner. I don't want to be your 'observer.' I want to be the man who earns your love every single day until my last breath. Will you marry me? For real this time?"

In his surprise, Nathan read the book's title, "How to Be a Qualified Husband." He picked it up and discovered it was filled with things a husband should do. The first thing was to kiss his wife frequently to make her feel secure. The second was to stroke his wife's head often, making her feel cherished. Thinking about what Boss had done recently to Mrs. Serena, Nathan felt his scalp tingle. He wondered where Boss had learned all these slutty tricks, and it turned out that he had learned them all from this book. Which unscrupulous author had written this book, it was bullshit, their marital relationship wasn't like anyone else's, it couldn't be generalized, sooner or later something would ha