Secretly Married To My Boss Novels & Stories

"It’s all in there. Everything Julian has been working on for the past six months. But I have bigger news. The boss is expecting a child." The man looked up, his eyes narrowing. "A child? We heard nothing about a wife or a girlfriend. Is he married?" "That’s because it’s a secret," Mark said, taking a sip of his lukewarm beer. He stared into the glass, trying to look like he didn't care. "But there’s something else. My wife, Elena… she’s been acting strange. She’s tired all the time. She’s sick in the mornings. I saw her holding a baby bib today. She hid it the moment I walked into the room. And now I find out is because she’s been hiding the secret for my boss.”

Seeing the misunderstanding and wanting- no needing- to keep it from escalating, he added, "Haven't added another secretary since you left. Finbarr does everything around here. My only secretary is you." Isabella remembered those three years she had worked as his secretary and narrowed her eyes, "Couldn't possibly be easy to report to you about your girlfriends and such." "There aren't any girlfriends, Isabella." "Hmm." "Bella…" but whatever he had to say was interrupted by the woman who had knocked, irritating Ronan. Why was he being disturbed at such a time? Seeing his frustration, Isabella shook her head, "Let Maeve come in. I'll hide." Ronan wrinkled his brows, "Hide? What for? You said

It's the look of someone working up to something. "What?" I say. She shakes her head once, quick. "Chloe." She grits her teeth. Actually grits them, like the words are physically resistant to coming out. Then she looks up at me and says, "Okay. If we're doing confessions — I've been keeping something from you too." I go still. "I've been married," she says. "For two years. I haven't told anyone." The restaurant keeps going around us — grill hissing, voices overlapping, someone laughing at the table behind me — and I sit there completely frozen.

LILY By the time I got to the office the next morning, caffeine had replaced sleep, and I was pretending my brain wasn’t still echoing with Jake Ryland’s voice. " Let’s get married. Secretly. " Now, sitting at my desk, staring at a spreadsheet that looked like it was written in another language, I was seriously considering that maybe I was hallucinating from lack of rest. Because no sane billionaire CEO just blurts out “let’s get married in secret” like a line from a bad soap opera.

I simply smiled and walked past. I took a stride down the hallway, heading for the elevator. Suddenly, people’s phones began to beep, and they all looked down at their screens. What was it this time? That I was a cheap slut who seduced the boss? Maybe someone has finally found out about our pink sticky notes charade. But no one was looking in my direction, which meant it wasn’t about me. As I pressed the elevator button, Corey appeared out of nowhere and grabbed my arm. “Oh my God, Kiki! Have you heard?” he asked as the elevator doors dinged open. “The boss is getting married!”

Adrian turned the phone over on the bed and panted, holding his hand over his chest as his anxiety kicked in. ​"Can I do this? My boss is calling me his wife!" He fanned his face to calm his heating cheeks. ​He was finally getting married to the boss he'd secretly crushed on for four months, but it wasn't in the way he'd imagined it. ​The stakes had just gotten higher than they had ever been. If Alexander found out that he was being fooled, Adrian could be kissing his future goodbye; he'd be spending the rest of his life behind bars. ​Adrian was suddenly startled by the alarm on his phone; it was time to go to work. To face Alexander as his boss.

The honeymoon fund we'd started in a shared account, his name primary, access we'd never discussed. Two hundred forty-seven dollars and sixty six cents. That was it. That and a lease I couldn't break alone, a mother who'd already mailed the invitations, a life built around a man who was currently in our bed with someone else. My phone buzzed. David. I declined it. Buzzed again. Unknown number. I almost ignored it. Margaret : Henderson account. NYC transfer approved. Senior Marketing Coordinator, Blackwood Tower. Start date: immediate. Confirmation required in 6 hours or we pull offer.

"She came with him. In his car." "The CEO personally assigned her?" I stood frozen on the spot. My emotions began to fail me as my stomach started to fold in. Two years. I'd worked here for two years and nobody knew I was his wife. I had to hide, had to pretend. I had to keep our marriage a secret because Ethan said it would cause problems at work. But Mara? She walked in on his arm. Took my project. Stood beside him like she owned the place. And everyone just accepted it.

His shoulders were tight. "The contract," he said. "There are rules." "I figured." "Rule one. You sleep in your room. I sleep in mine. No one knows we are not a real couple." "Easy." "Rule two. You attend events with me. You smile. You say the right things. You do not tell anyone this is a business arrangement." "I can smile." "Rule three." He paused. His jaw tightened. "You do not fall in love with me." I laughed. It came out sharp. "Trust me. That will not be a problem."

Cordelia’s voice was soft, but each word she said was as clear beads falling onto the ground. “I never planned to hide my marriage from all of you or not tell anyone. There’s no need to hide. Instead, none of you asked. There’s no rule in the company that says it doesn’t hire married individuals, right?” Annie frowned. “True, but…” “No matter what, my husband is a nice person.” Cordelia had a calm face. “Perhaps he was put behind bars for fighting in the past, but ever since we got married, he has never done anything like that again. The past is in the past. Hand in hand, we venture into the present and future together.”