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

Charles sneered, "Does it matter who said it? As you say, facts are facts. That's the key here. Does it really matter who told me about it?"


Sarah yelled back. "What makes you so sure that I made up rumors to frame Emma or and even drive her away? Do you have any evidence to prove that I have an intimate relationship with Frank? You just listen to others. Do you think it is right for you to frame your wife like this?"


Charles laughed hysterically. "Hum? Evidence? Would Emma lie to me?


She wouldn't even blame you directly, but I can tell what you did to her from her fragmented sentences when she cried out to me. As for Frank, I have pictures. Do you want to take a look at yourself?"


While talking, Charles took his phone out and showed her some pictures. "Do you want to see these photos taken by some spectators? Who is that woman walking into the restaurant arm in arm with Frank?" He showed her the corresponding pictures as he spoke.


Chapter 84: THAT WOMAN IS NOT ME