Romans & histoires Wife With Boss

"My name is Clara Vance, and I am the founder and CEO of V-Tech Industries." The room erupted. Reporters scrambled to get closer. "Miss Vance! There are rumors you were married to Julian Thorne! Is it true you've been his housewife for three years?" a journalist yelled. Clara leaned into the microphone, a small, icy smirk playing on her lips. "I was a wife, yes. But I found the position… underwhelming. I’ve decided to return to a role that requires more intelligence and significantly less cooking." Julian felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. He stared at the screen, his blood running cold. She looked beautiful. She looked powerful. She looked like a stranger.

Noah said with a faraway look in his eyes. “I love you, Noah Shaw.” Natalia said. “Same here, Natalia Shaw.” Noah said with a tight lipped smile before running up the stairs. Natalia turned back to put Wendy’s arm back in a proper position should in case she fell or something. “I asked for a bit of spice. Definitely not crazy celebrity drama. A job, family, loving husband. For my best friend to get all those things too. I am tired of everything that is taking place now.” Natalia muttered and went up the stairs after her husband too.

"I'll do just that boss!" "Good !, You may leave now!" "And do your job properly!" "Yes uncle!" "Hmm hmm" I cleared my throat. "Yeah right , yes Boss " "Good!, Go now!" "Uncle , the company has re-opened" Damon said "I can see that !", I replied. "Let him enjoy this moment of victory for now" "I can see he's not letting anything distract him, let's see how far he'd cope if we take his beloved wife away from him"

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

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.

Any violent outbursts could make him reconsider her employment, especially as she could sense she was already not in his good books. "That'll be all Ms..." Harper's authoritative voice broke the tension, instructing Brenda to leave his office As challenging as it was, she suppressed her anger, shooting Ava a scornful look just before walking out "What the hell was that Harper, you're bringing tramps to your office now? We're supposed to get married. I'm sure, I don't need to remind you what happens to this company if anything jeopardizes our marriage?" Ava warned Harper remained silent. He stood up slowly and walked to his enormous glass window, deep in thought. After a moment of reflection,

She didn't say anything to me. "You..." She parted her lips to speak and then slammed them shut. Her seductive looking eyes gazed at me with an embarrassed face. Those eyes already got me a boner. Fuck! Not here! "You said you touched your assistant and didn't get any reaction. I thought I was the only one who could do that" Oho! My wife is jealous. I folded my lips as my cheek started to swell. I couldn't hold back the laughter, so I laughed loudly. "Huh? Did you hear that?"

But he had never expected that she could actually have such a great charm on him. His workaholic boss would leave his work just to go home and have dinner with her? Well, David silently decided in his heart to change the strategy in the future. It didn’t matter how well the boss was served, but it did matter to show up to his wife first.

And this put me in a tight spot. I exhaled “You do know that your husband works with me, as a senior partner at Redmond Limited.” “Please he doesn't have to know, I can work at any location.” she sighed “I don't think it'll be a problem if I worked anywhere”. “Steve wouldn't like that” “I don't care what he likes” she said through her teeth. Now that was interesting. The woman across me tonight was different. She had always been Steve’s quiet little wife who smiled at the right time and made minimal waves. But here she was, the obedient wife saying she didn't care what her husband thought.

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.