The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage Novels & Stories

He still didn’t understand why Ethan had to get involved but he wasn’t in the mood to deal with another conflict between the gangs right now. “This girl is fucking expensive…” the boss growled before he began laughing loudly. Everyone’s eyes were on the paper that the boss held as they wondered what the demands were while the boss continued laughing without bothering to share the news to anyone else. “Boss…” Hayden called his father to remind him of the gravity of the situation. “First, I paid 500 Million to get her back and now they’re asking for another 500 Million. Thank God those bastards are too stupid to bake in the effects of inflations over the years,” the boss spat followed by anoth

he wiggled his brow at his friend " sharp guy, sharp guy. You see why I dey call you better person. Eh, this night, them go see, them no go hear word o" " chop knuckle my guy" " but wahala dey o" guy A sat upright " Waitin happen again? " guy B asked when he saw guy A turned serious " My boss they talk say that girl why we hit survive am o. Boss talk say we no do our end of deal o. Talk say if we finish the girl, another money go enter our account sharp sharp "

"If I had asked you would you have agreed? No!. You …Victor tell me honestly ….are you interested in someone else?" A girl's image, sitting on the ground with her back facing me suddenly flashed in my mind, surprising me. "If you are afraid that we won't agree then you are mistaken. We, your parents, are happy in your happiness." She said with concern showing on her face. "I don't have anyone I'm interested in." She sighed. "Then tell me what kind of girl you like or you might like so that I can look for a girl with that particular characteristic." "Then…..I want to marry the daughter of a Russian mafia boss."

The girl fired at Isabel, which astounded her, "Jasmine, it's not what you think. It was my boss who invited me to the party, and it was on a professional ground." She explained to the girl, painting it the best way she could, "And I know you will not believe me, but there's nothing going on between my boss and I, nor did anything happen between me and Mr. Giddorti. You've to believe me." Jasmine scoffed, then said to Isabel, "I don't believe you, Isabel. You are saying all these, so we won't ask you for help. Which boss take his employee to an event like the business oscars, leaving his fiancée?"

her voice pulled me out of my thoughts, and with a subtle nod, I took my seat at the far right corner of the bed, and she sat close to me. Multiple thoughts of how to begin danced across my mind, but I kept pushing them aside till I finally came to the conclusion of telling her the most relevant part since the rest could wait for another day. "So, the lady you saw back there told Tom that the boss gave him an additional three days to kill you or return to the Clan, but he wants to take on Marie," I heaved a sigh as I saw the surprised and at the same time, a confused look on Jane's face.

“Aaron needed to get married, and suddenly—poof—you’re married. Your mother gets treatment. He gets a wife.” Then the dagger. “Didn’t it occur to you that marrying a drunkard’s daughter might ruin the company’s image, Aaron?” The air goes still. The insult echoes. Aaron steps forward. “What is this, a review of her personal life?” His voice is ice. Controlled. Dangerous. “She’s mine. And you—” he turns to Dorian, then sweeps his gaze across the table— “you all will refrain from insulting her or asking about her past again.” “The will required I marry. I did. You now have a CEO. It’s me.”

I really need someone to talk to about this. “Baby girl, how was the elite birthday party?” She asked on picking up. “Fun, just as you imagined it to be! Listen girl, I need to discuss something very important with you!” I said slowly. “And what is that? Come on, girl, I'm listening!" She said in a dramatic way but I wasn't in the mood to smile or laugh. Carefully and as calmly as possible, I narrated my boss's weird proposal to her. Then paused to hear her reply.

"It hurts me. I don't mean any harm. I just want us to start over." Tears welled in her eyes. "I know I made mistakes before, but why won't you forgive me? Do you know how much effort it took to appear before you like this again?" She straightened, voice trembling. "If you agree to remarry me, I can fix your factory problem. I have money now—much more than before!" Her words grew more frantic, her promises more desperate, as she painted a fantasy of our future. I cut her off coldly, "Hera, stop flattering yourself. You disgust me. If you have any dignity left, walk away. Live your life and stay out of mine. Or do I need to make it clearer?"

She needed to talk to someone about her relationship with Damien and since her aunt Elizabeth wouldn't want to talk about it, why not talk to Tiana. "Did something happen?" Tiana hesitated but said it out loud anyway. "We are- we have our differences that's all." Céline found it hard to explain to Tiana what the problem was. "Oh okay." Tiana nodded her head in understanding. How do you tell your colleague that you have been seducing your boss and now he wants to sleep with you but you want him to marry you first, so you could have rights over his money and pay your psychopathic ex-boyfriend, who was now a serial killer you hired?

Did these two think that he had so much spare time to come and mess with them? “I know that miss Lightwood is single. Actually you are the first woman that my boss has treated differently ever since I knew him. I think that he might have special feelings for you. I know that I am asking for too much but please, can you marry my boss? He just wants to cool his old man down. I did not know who else to go to because you are the only person I have seen the boss interact with intimately. Please think about it and give me a call as soon as possible. I only have one week to complete this next-to-impossible mission.”