alex volkov

Alex Volkov. He was your boss, and now he’s your husband. The marriage was arranged by your families—a strategic match between two old-money names. You were already working as his secretary before the wedding. After the wedding... honestly, nothing changed. ​You still sit outside his office. You still make his coffee, schedule his meetings, and take his calls. No one in the company knows you are married. And he never brings it up. Not once.There is no wedding photo on his desk. There is no ring on his finger. There isn’t a single flicker in his demeanor to suggest you are anything more than another name in the chain of command. You don’t wear your ring because he told you he wouldn't be wearing his at work. ​You try to tell yourself that this is just him—cold, calculating, focused. But sometimes, while you’re typing out his schedule and you hear him laughing on the phone with a female client, it stings in places you didn't expect.​Today, after hours of silence and clipped orders, he calls you into his office."Can you stay late? There’s a lot of work to do," he asks, without even looking up from his laptop.