Novel & Cerita Secretly The Billionaire Boss

She stumbled because of shock, which in turn caught his attention. He is her boss, the CEO of the corporation. ML: A successful CEO of an important corporation by day, aloof and demanding. The star stripper by night, a half mask to hide his identity, flirty and impassioned. He is living the best of both worlds. Potential development (Non mandatory): Now that FL gets hold of the most confidential secret of ML, is this a way to get out of her current situation by blackmailing.. , sorry, make deals on a quid pro quo basis.

“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…"

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."

"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.

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.

"I spent all my savings fixing the mess you left me with. I'm not giving you a single dime." There was a long pause on the line, and the silence made my skin crawl. I could hear him taking a slow drag of a cigarette. "You really should think about your answer, Jen," Tom said, his voice dropping into a nasty, calm tone. "It would be a shame if your new billionaire boss found out about the secret baby you hid from the world." My heart completely stopped beating for a second. The air left my lungs, and the car felt like it was spinning. "What did you just say to me?" I whispered, my voice cracking.

he said after a moment. He took the envelope back, nodded once, and left without another word. My hands shook after he was gone. I felt as though I had just dived into a pool of water and cleared a part of my head. Later that afternoon, Dean gathered all staff. “One of our investors will be visiting today,” he said, all polished authority. “I expect professionalism. Best behavior. This reflects on all of us.” The name came an hour later. Ayden Miller. He walked in like he owned the place. Expensive suit. Easy smile. The kind of confidence that came from never being told no.

My body sagged, knees weak. Mia rushed to my side, eyes wide. “Amara, do you even know who that was?” “Some arrogant jerk?” Her jaw dropped. “That was Damian Cruz. The billionaire.” My stomach flipped. My entire life flashed before my eyes. Billionaire? Damian Cruz? As in Cruz Holdings—the man who owned skyscrapers, shipping lines, hotels? Perfect. Just perfect. I hadn’t just ruined someone’s morning. I’d ruined a billionaire’s suit. And maybe my life along with it.