Novel & Cerita Spoiled By My Boss After Marriage

“It’s your first marital house and a gift from me. Iwant to take you there myself.” His words sent a ripple of astonishment through the meeting room. Executives exchanged wide-eyed glances, some nearly choking on their drinks. Did their boss just say marital house? He was married? When did this happen, and to whom? Their emotionless and ruthlessly cold Boss not only used an affectionate voice, warm as the sun on a winter day, but also mentioned marriage?! Most importantly, who was the wife? A flurry of questions swirled through the executives’ minds, but none dared to voice them. The icy reputation of their boss was enough to silence even the boldest among them.

one executive muttered to another. They were all still in a state of bewilderment, and whispers filled the corridor outside. “Well, he got married. So maybe he's finally realized there's more to life than just work…work…work,” another chimed in excitedly. “Whoever this Mrs Woods is, we owe her some thanks!” To them, it seemed that their boss’s wife had unlocked a new side of him, one that was as alluring as it was unexpected, and they were grateful for it. They knew that working for Sebastian Woods was about to become a whole lot more interesting.

replied one of the female employees, appearing flirtatious. The new employee furrowed his brows. "That's so strange. Our boss is handsome and rich, but why isn't he married yet? There's no way no girl would like him." “Maybe his standards are too high, surely many girls have fallen victim to his rejection.” "Or maybe he's actually..." The flirtatious female employee immediately hit the new employee on the shoulder. "Don't talk nonsense! You're going to get fired for making weird assumptions!" Belinda wanted to laugh because the rumored boss was actually married. Moreover, she was now his wife.

He smiles. “Alex stopp. We can't afford to be seen together.” “It's not like we're kissing.” “I'm an intern.” “And?” “They would think we're something, and it would become workplace gossip that the director is favoring an intern he's fu*king.” His brows raised. “Wow!” “Yes.” “Well I wouldn't want to do that to you,” he inches closer until his face is so close to mine, while my neck folds back at his closeness, “such insults wouldn't suit you. I'd like everyone to know that we are married.”

"You wallow in your misery, entirely blind to the sacrifices made for you. Theron gave up six months of his life to spoon-feed you and hold you while you learned to walk again. He delayed his naval recruitment, sacrificing his own career trajectory, just to ensure you didn't rot in some municipal care facility." Della swallowed the bitter lump forming in her throat, her gaze fixed on the passing pine trees. "The absolute least you could do is show a shred of gratitude." Mireille's manicured fingers tapped a sharp rhythm on her leather handrest. "He deserves a happy home. He deserves a wife who obeys him and elevates his standing in society, not an ingrate who creates public scenes at militar

He fires. I bolt up, “My husband, you, I am not hooking up with anyone; he legally belongs to me, and I didn’t go cheating around while having a faithful partner.” He hissed, “Oh please, Riley, let’s be realistic; you never loved me. It was always what I had, and since you got your pussy around my boss’s dick, you couldn’t resist, especially because he is the country’s top billionaire. It was always for the money. If you had any ounce of respect and love for me, you would never be with another man—“

“Let’s be clear. You need money. I need a favor. This isn’t a romance novel. It’s a contract.” She crossed her arms. “You’re not going to, like, boss me around and call me your ‘little wife’?” He smirked. “Not unless you’re into that.” Ava’s cheeks flushed. Infuriating. Absolutely insufferable. But also… infuriatingly hot. She cleared her throat. “Why marriage? Why not just donate like a normal billionaire?” He didn’t answer right away. His eyes lingered on her just a moment longer than necessary. “It’s complicated,” he said finally.

“Very good of my grandson—treating marriage like a business. Dismissing blind dates like he’s firing staff. By the look of things, I think I need to start preparing my funeral myself. Because you’re clearly not getting married anytime soon. And I still stand by what I said—if you don’t get married, I won’t lie down on that surgery table.” Damon walked over and held his grandfather’s hand. “Grandpa, you need to understand. Those women today were not… qualified.” “Qualified? You’re not hiring a CFO. You’re finding a wife, you idiot.” “Same thing,” Damon snapped. “Marriage is business. Mergers. Responsibilities. There should be interviews, contracts, terms.” “And what exactly disqualified the l

“Josh really spoiled you, didn’t he?” Ivy laughed lightly. “Josh only gave me the responsibility, Haeon. The design and every choice you see here? That’s all me. But thank you.” Luna nudged her playfully. “Forget the design! I’m here because I’m starving—and because I need the juiciest gossip in Seoul. Tell us, what’s it like being the legal wife of a Miller CEO? Is he really as spoiled as everyone says?” “He’s not spoiled at the office, Luna. Only at home,” Ivy replied with a chuckle. “And yes—he’s even more spoiled than a freshly adopted puppy.”

Looks like I've spoiled you all these years of marriage! I chuckled. "Spoiled me? In all these years of marriage, when have you ever spoiled me?" "Natalie, can you honestly say I haven't done enough? Everything we eat and drink, I bought with my own salary. Have I ever let you work a day in all these years? And now you're acting all high and mighty? "You married me. Do you think that any other man would have put up with your spoiled attitude?" Daryl furiously tore the divorce papers into shreds.