Who's The Boss Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“I have something you want Damien, I have your pretty little girlfriend, and I want something in return.” Again there was a pause but this time Bosses eyes flashed blue as his wolf threatened under the surface and I prayed that Damien had cottoned on. “Never mind who we are Damien, all you need to know is that we have your girlfriend here, nice and safe and sound.” He laughed a slightly insane sounding cackle before continuing.

He spoke up immediately," Hunter Sullivan told Boss that he would give Boss a five percent share of the Sullivan Company if Boss would agree to marry her. Sir, agreed to marry her only for that share. But on the day of the wedding, Boss's bride changed. That day the Boss got married to Lelia Williams in Lilly Williams's place. Mr. Knight, Lelia William is a good girl. She does not know the real identity of the boss. The boss lives in a small apartment with her and also disguises himself as a crippled and ugly-looking man. Mrs. Lelia accepts Boss as disabled and ugly. Bose started to like her. Today the boss was very angry to see Mrs. Lelia talking to Liam Hill

' reply Erika. [I was able to attend the event to see the author held at the hotel yesterday. I heard from the application of the ZE novel if you're sick. I mean parties ZE novels tell if the author of the novel 'My Boss,' sick. When there is a reader who asked the continuation of the novel.] [Actually, you're sick what? Why so often you're sick until the latest chapter of the continuation of 'My Boss' is always late.]

"After you left, I decided to get a job. I found a job as a maid in Edgar's house. And... we ended up getting involved." I let out a small chuckle and shake my head, still unable to digest that subject pleasantly. I observe her a bit critically. "Don't look at me with those judgmental eyes," she pouts. "We're the same." "How?" I raise my eyebrows, indignant. "We got involved with our bosses." "No! That doesn't make us the same," I reprimand, perplexed. "How not? You and Joshua. Me and Edgar." "Mom!" My mouth falls open. "The difference, or rather... the huge difference, is that Joshua didn't have a wife. I didn't stoop to being his mistress!"

The pressure of work must have ruined her boss's sanity. ​The burden of leading a multinational company had caused Mr. King to suffer a psychological breakdown, hallucinating that he was a fictional monster from a trashy novel, and then somehow the man ended up naked on the roof of his own company's building before Nichole accidentally brought him home. ​Everything suddenly made sense! Her boss was a madman who needed a psychiatrist's help, not a mythical werewolf.

Boss says I nod standing up. I feel a satisfying sensation of relief rushing through my body. I am so glad I mentioned Rachel if I had mentioned someone else I would have been dead by now. My first thought was to mention John’s name but then I come to think about it, Boss has an ongoing problem with Richie, and Rachel being Richie’s fiancé will be the perfect fit for his revenge and I guess I’m right, Rachel is the perfect fit. It will be like a payback for Boss, Richie took Alice away from him by saving her life, and as a payback Boss takes Rachel.

I don't know what part of my plan made the man react like that. "Um, Jasmine, I warn you, he's Nicholas Sokolov, the young Italian boss who is known to be cold and ruthless. He's not some naive guy who will keep thinking about you after you spill a drink on his shirt. The tricks in the movies you watch won't work on him!" Bastian looked at me straight in the eye. I swallowed my saliva roughly and took a deep breath. I didn't think that far; really, my experience with men was very minimal.

She grabbed the pen holder on her desk and raised it like she was about to throw it at me. I reacted fast and caught her wrist midair. "Irene, don't be like that. What happened last night wasn't just on me, but you can't starve yourself over it." I softened my voice on purpose, my other hand brushing lightly over the back of hers. She jerked like she had been shocked, trying to pull away, but I held on tight. "Let go! Do you even realize what you're doing? I'm your boss's wife. What we're doing isn't right!" She kept her voice low, terrified someone outside might hear.

I obeyed because I was hiding—from Kroos, from Sandra Danso’s ghost, from myself. And yet, no matter how hard I tried to fold myself into the rhythm of this place, I could not ignore him. The Boss. His strange affection haunted me, following me like a shadow that breathed. I felt it in his eyes when they lingered on me longer than they should have, in the way his tone softened whenever he spoke my name. Every glance reminded me that in this empire of silence and obedience, I was different. And difference here was dangerous.

The lights are off — but through the door, I hear it. Soft music. Familiar dialogue. “If we’re fated, we’ll meet again in the next life.” And a low, quiet whisper. “You will, Eun-bi.” I smile to myself, shaking my head. My boss — the man who once filed an HR complaint because I sneezed too enthusiastically — is a secret romantic disaster. And I’m the only one who knows. God help me. Because this is only Episode One.