Madam Secretary Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Helen told her. All of it — Vivian at the door, Lyla beside her, the conversation that had been designed to sound like concern and functioned like a series of very precise cuts. The resignation. The compensation. The *find someone actually available*. The *scandals destroy careers*. The *secretary who slept with her married boss* delivered in Lyla's warm, regretful voice as though she were simply describing a reality Helen had somehow failed to anticipate. When she finished, Linda was sitting very still.

Everyone knows me as a gentle and calm wife. On our wedding night, my husband, Julian Chapman, sleeps with another woman. I tell myself that it's part of being married and that I should be understanding. He blows through the 30,000 dollars I brought into the marriage. I kept my silence. Then, he brings home one mistress after another. I pour them drinks myself. When his gambling debts finally catch up with him, he sells me to a brothel without a second thought. "This is my wife. She's quiet, obedient, and easy to deal with. Take her instead. Do whatever you want with her." I laugh. He has no idea that I had a reputation before I ever married him. They called me the Queen of Hell. I ha

"I have a bad feeling about you. I am familiar with your kind." Emma couldn't resist the chance for a final jab as she walked over to where the young woman was standing, leaning in with a sly smile. "I know it's not over, particularly since you're his" secretary/ fuck-toy ' one he only fool around with but he never truly want," she whispered before striding confidently into Ethan Maddox's office, leaving the seething secretary in her wake. ♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎

The secretary could only weep in her current predicament, lamenting, "I wish I'd never met you!" "The Timing couldn't be more perfect! I'm now jobless, too! Do you still wish to be with me? You were the one supporting me!" Philip's uncle proposed, seizing the opportunity to be a slacker. "Wait, you're saying you don't have a job? What about our child?" the secretary asked, her confusion evident. "Can we cut the drama? I know Madam Cornell sent you to cause trouble earlier! How much is she paying you?" "Madam Cornell simply allowed me to come in and stir up problems for President Cornell's ex-wife," the secretary clarified. "She believes I had a relationship with her husband."

She dropped everything in her hand on the sit beside her before she ignited the engine and drove off. Yelena Mervick was a top class student at The No.1 University in Seattle. After graduating with Honors in the Business Management department, she moved down to Los Angeles with her Best friend Eleanor Smart. She then applied for a job at various Companies and eventually got employed by the Country's No.1 Corporate, ADOR as the Secretary of the President. ADOR is a Corporation that house other businesses as there's no Market they aren't involved in . She felt her phone ring so she picked it without checking, she figured it was her assistant and she knew she was right when she heard the voice.

Stephani, the secretary, enthusiastically shouted in the office. Since today's news came out, everyone's focus shifted to the betting going on. Secretary Belinda studied the magazine cover and exclaimed, "Goodness! Is this the same charming CEO we know? How can he have the audacity to show such a deep affectionate smile?" Shaking her head in disbelief, she even took out money from her pocket and placed it on the left side – the side where they bet that the CEO would change his ways. Well, it's just a game!

So you can just stop badmouthing her to gain favor with me because that is just not going to work”, I informed her. “I promise you, Damien is her mate,” she said, and I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw. I had the intense urge to break something right now, I wanted to break Damien's jaw. However, looking back at it now, it all made sense, the way I had found him snooping in the mansion that day when he claimed that he was just checking if I needed anything. Elena was so sneaky and she thought she could outsmart me. She told me that the strange smell in her room was Damien when she had been fucking him right under my nose. I balled my hand into a fist and punched a hole into the desk, making

I stood up hurriedly, "How is he please? Is he fine?" The doc stared at me absent-mindedly a bit, I stared down at my shirt, it was stuck to my skin, revealing my bra. I blushed, I folded my arms over them "Doctor?" "Ah yes," her eyes regained clarity. "What's your relationship with the patient?" I frowned confusedly, what did that have to do with anything? "He's my boss, I'm his secretary." The doctor's frown deepened. "Doctor you haven't answered me, how is he now? is he alright?"

[One Week Later] ~DAMIAN’S POV~ The secretary’s moan vibrated against my lips as I slammed her against the office desk, her skirt already bunched up around her waist like a proper slut. She whimpered, grinding her hips into me, nails clawing down my chest as she fumbled with my belt, desperate for it. Fuck. I smirked against her mouth, biting her lower lip hard before pulling back to drink her in. Blouse half-unbuttoned, tits spilling out of that lacy bra, and nipples poking through like they were screaming for my teeth.

I handed him a handkerchief, which he gratefully used to mop his wet hair. "What happened? Why are you so wet?" I asked as we stepped into the elevator, the doors sliding shut behind us. "The bus stop was miles away, so I had to run all the way here. And you know what? I've been calling you non-stop, but some woman kept answering," he said, giving me a knowing look. "What?" I asked, my tone sharp. "Who was she? She had a really nice voice... a woman," he whispered, his tone suggestive, and I immediately felt my temper flare. I flicked him on the forehead. "That's my secretary, stupid!"