Secretly The Billionaire Boss Mga Nobela at Kwento

“It was all an accident. I messed up my resume and, well, let's just say I got the job I never meant to apply for. And I got it." “Let me get this straight. As an executive secretary, you're supposed to brew coffee, schedule meetings, and attend meetings for this billionaire who's basically a living, breathing Adonis?” “That's the thing… I don't… I mean, I've never actually seen his face. Not yet.” “Huh?” “It's seriously bizarre,” I admit. “He's like an invisible boss. Our conversations are live and audio-only, but I have no idea what he looks like. It's like he's a voice in the darkness…"

The one who'd redefined me in countless ways and then gone on with his own life like it never happened. He's the very man I'd sworn I wouldn't see again after the night of our secret rendezvous. But it seems fate are having somekind of fiesta because right now am currently at his workplace, imagine how frusrated and scared I am right now because I just found out he's not just greek but also a billionaire... With no scandal attached to his name, he known to be a cruel but honest tycoon and marriage isn't something he wants to consider in the next twenty years... Yeah you heard me right!

Kayla I leaned back against the plush velvet of the booth, the ice in my drink rattling as my hand shook just a little. I and the girls had already done four rounds of shots so I was feeling very chatty. "Of course they're talking, Monet. Let's look at the facts. The man is a billionaire CEO who breathes rarified air, and I’m just his fucking secretary. To them, I'm just a glitch in his system."

“The secretary you came with... she’s actually your wife, right?” He laughed. “No, not by a long-shot.” His face darkened, and he stood up and took her hands in his. She had been watching him all morning, her green eyes taking in his every movement. She was able to read his emotions like a book, yet he knew this was going to be a surprise. “I haven’t been completely honest with you about what I do. I’m the new CEO of DS Oil and Gas.” She snorted in disbelief. “I knew you had money, Jack, but a billionaire? Be serious.”

Glancing at him, Demitri spoke in a very sarcastic and cold tone, "What's the point of having Jacob and Sherli? I pay them to work for me, right?" Chuckling nervously, Pedro replied, "Y-yes, sir, you're right. We are paid to work. I-I will tell them both to take care of your work, sir." "Good, if you understand!" At that moment, the elevator doors opened. Boss and his right-hand man walked side by side through the lobby. Gossip started among the employees who whispered to each other. "That's our boss. He's been showing up for a few months now. And the man behind him has been managing the company with his two secretaries."

"Or I would take all your businesses, houses, and cars if you disobeyed." I threw my phone through the wall after reading her intimidation towards me. She's a crazy knucklehead mother! I leaned back in my chair and stared at the broken glass of the phone scattered on the floor, realizing something was important in there. "Damn! The picture." I immediately stood up, picked it up, and tried to open it. But it's too late; it's broken. I sat down and sighed. This isn't what I expected to happen. Now, Brandon Rhey, the youngest billionaire of the Wilsome family, has been obligated to comply with the legacy of the family by marrying a woman who is as wealthy as we are.

My mother’s voice daily was another thing that kept me from losing my sanity. Also, in the past three days, I have learnt to avoid social media. The last time I checked, Chris was the headline. Billionaire Secret Baby, True or False? The Sanchez’s mystery Baby. The headline itself was shocking but the content was horrible. It was about all things about Chris and how the society doubted if he was truly Kingston’s son regardless of how they look alike. Not like, I care about what the society believes in or not. Towards the ending of the news, they bounced back at me, claiming I only wanted a part of the billionaire wealth and that was why I brought a fake baby. They knew my name, and thing

The one directly across from me. Travis took the spot next to John, already deep in MIT talk. The rest of dinner was… a blur. Beth and John fawned over Evelyn. Asked about her travels. Her skincare regimen. Her perfume preferences. Dean and I sat quietly, our fingers intertwined under the table, hidden from view. His thumb kept brushing mine in small, steady motions. I barely spoke. No one asked me much. No one looked at me for long. I was just… there. The secretary who’d somehow found her way into a billionaire’s living room.

When I returned with my apron, he was still there, giving me those eyes that sparked my curiosity instantly. “My answer is no.” I said firmly and attended to the bald man on the other side of the counter, “what drink, sir?” “Ugh. He’s a billionaire, Oli. The richest client you’ll ever have, I swear!” “No.” I said firmly, “I quit, Mark. I can’t do this shit anymore. I’m fed up of it, okay? If he’s so rich, why not take him on yourself?”

I begged, pulling a throw pillow over my face. "Fine, fine," she relented, still grinning. "But someday, when you're ready to spill the beans, I want every delicious detail." I lowered the pillow, grateful for the reprieve. "Thanks for understanding about keeping it quiet." "What are best friends for if not to keep your scandalous affair with your billionaire boss a secret?" She winked. "Besides, this gives me exclusive gossip rights when you two finally go public." "If we go public," I corrected.