Wife Boss Novels & Stories

She remarked and gestured at my finger, “There's no ring on it, which means the boss is single and can be taken by anyone” “Is that why you're here?” “No, and you'll never know the reason why I'm here” “Okay” I shrugged my shoulder and leaned against the glass wall watching her “You can be the boss baby mama but you can never be his wife” I nod my head in total bewilderment, is the guts for me… “You can be my husband's personal assistant and that's all you'll always be to him”

Denver then smiled, wickedly. “I am not fond of having sex on a chair. It makes me uncomfortable and my hips hurt as well.” He had that masculine, brute smile again. “Well, at least I now know.” “I thought it’s not included in my job requirements.” “Since when a wife doesn’t fucked her husband.” “But this is a job—” “Exactly. In fact, you should do better since it’s your job as a hired wife.” Their eyes met. ‘Shit!’ Wisdom cursed in her own mind.

“Because I was the woman. Because I earned less. Because I was the one expected to ‘understand’ and ‘support’ you.” She stopped and faced him fully. “You remember how we argued about it?” A flicker crossed his eyes. “You begged,” she continued. “You pleaded. You told me to see reason. You promised me things.” Her voice hardened slightly. “You said you would make me my own boss. That you would fund whatever business I wanted to do. That I wouldn’t lose anything.” A pause. “So I quit.” Silence. “Then we got married,” she went on. “And almost immediately… you changed.”

“Let me be clear right now, Isaiah Willis is my new husband. He is the Deputy CEO, starting today. When I’m on maternity leave, this company will report to him. Understood?” “Deputy CEOs need to be voted on,” she countered. I smiled. “My vote is the only one that matters here. I hold forty percent. Isaiah holds forty-five percent. Exactly who is going against me, Mrs. Whitaker?” She clenched her jaw, and her aura turned angry. I definitely need to dig more into this woman. She is going to be the next to leave. “Why have a board at all then, Mrs. Willis? You don’t seem to want to follow any of the bylaws of this board.”

It had become an unspoken rule, which had seen unanimous understanding among the employees at Johnston Group. 'I've been in this company for five years, and I've been by his side for the longest time. Yet, I have never seen him with a woman by his side or heard mentions of him being married. He didn't even have a girlfriend, so where did this 'wife' of his come from?' the woman thought to herself. As she reached for the door, she turned back and glanced at Nicole while gritting her teeth. Then, she left. After Nicole had finished ordering, she gave Jared a slight glance, "Admirer?"

I walk over to my room in the process undressing and tossing it some where. I give up totally. Bryan is the worst boss in the whole world. He just extended my salary by one week again and if I'm not careful I'll eventually loose the job. What did I do? Uh? The same idiotic woman came again and started to yab me seriously. I had tried my best to be as polite. I've never been so polite...

It's sweet, isn't it? "Just tell me who will win between the two of you, huh?" I heard Warren shout before the two of you left to go to Yuwi's kitchen and help him cook. “Hey, Harris! You said you're a good cook, right? Maybe you want to help?” Yuwi spoke. “This woman is the one you asked for help! I'm not in the mood-" "You know I don't know how to cook that's why you're like that! You know, who you really are to me when I know how to cook! I'm going to fight the restaurant you're going to beat!” Julia answered.

"My business card. Sleep in the back room. Tomorrow morning at eight, I'll pick you up for church." After the departure of the man he said would become her husband, Livy read the business card in front of her. A full name and job title, as well as the man's place of work, were written on it. William Artha Hamington, CEO of Hamington Corporation. Livy was stunned. God, will she be the secret wife of a CEO?

I halt right there, looking at the source of that high-pitched yet whispered voice. My gaze falls upon an employee as she holding a cup of coffee in her grip. Opposite her stands another girl in a formal cream-coloured attire and I can't recognize her. I was never interested in knowing about her if I need to, I will surely get a file of her. “Of course! Her ankle is badly injured. The boss told me she'd need another day rest at home,” the other one replies, her voice instantly recognizable to my ears. Siya. The one whose face is visible laughs, shaking her head. “How unprofessional! But guess what? Only because she's the boss's wife, she's privileged!” She spits bitterly, rolling her eyes.

He was, as always, composed and authoritative, the type of man who could command a room with a single look. Izzy found herself both admiring and intimidated by him. Watching him interact with investors, deflect challenging questions with ease, and build connections seamlessly made her realize just how powerful he truly was. And as his wife, she was an extension of that power—a role she was only now starting to understand. After hours of mingling and meetings, they finally returned to their suite, exhausted but satisfied with the day’s success. Izzy dropped her bag on the bed and sighed, slipping out of her heels with a groan.