A marriage bound by a contract, and she obliged to accept it. He was her boss, and she was his secretary.


She gave him everything he wanted, but her love was neglected, but when she decided to leave, he offered her a contract marriage to make her stay. But, someone occupied his heart, and he couldn't offer anything to her except his talent on the bed.


After their marriage, she endured the pain, but scheme after scheme destroyed her tolerance. Finally, she was ready to leave him, but suddenly he refused to let her go.


Charles seemed to feel her sorrow, hugged her suddenly, and whispered, 'Sarah, you can trust me. I won't ever be with her. You are different from all those other women. I really want to be with you. If I didn't, then I wouldn't have cut off relationships with all other women. Don't you believe me now?"


Sarah sobbed gently, 'If you have accepted that it's over with her, why do you still keep her photo in your wallet? Why do you still miss her? Don't you see how it's hurting me?"


Charles stared at her, 'She's just another woman from my past!"


The atmosphere between them became suffocating, and Charles said in a low voice, 'Sarah, have I told you that you could leave? Remember, I'm your boss. You are my secretary and my wife!"


Angrily, Charles shouted again, 'Sarah, I'm your man!"


'Uh? My man?" Sarah laughed and stared at him.

Tears began to slip down her cheeks, 'Are you, my man? Mr. President, I am just a mere possession of yours and never become your wife! Set me free, I'm begging you!"

A Contract Marriage With My Boss

A cool breeze was blowing as waves rolled onto the beach, backward and forwards. The ebb and flow of seawater, sunrise, and sunset reminded Sarah of a simpler, more ordinary life. However, there was nothing ordinary about this moment.


Charles kept silent with one hand in his pocket and another putting a cigarette in his mouth. They walked slowly along the beach.


After a long time, Sarah spoke first, "Why is it so hard for you to talk about your family?"


Charles didn't answer her question right away, he lowered his head and continued to smoke for a while, "Sarah, I didn't mean to hide it, but those old days... I don't know how to talk about it."


"What have you experienced?" Sarah looked at him. The light was dim. She couldn't see his face clearly, but she could make out the glowing red embers of his cigarette. Sometimes, she could make out the outline of his face against the starlight in the distance when he lifted his head. He was very handsome.


Chapter 14: WE DO HAVE HISTORY