My Wife Is a Domineering CEO

The first time we met, she cornered me in a hotel hallway. “Marry me. Name your price.”

I thought I’d run into a lunatic, until she flashed a black card and a share-transfer agreement.

Only after we were married did I learn she was the iron-fisted CEO who struck fear into the business world.

By day, she’d coldly fling my proposal to the floor. “Do it again! Garbage doesn’t belong in my meeting room!”

But at night, she’d tug on my tie and whisper, “Honey… can we skip sleeping in the study tonight?”