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"The harder I try to hate you, the deeper I fall for you."

His presence irked her to the core, but whenever he got out of her sight, she missed him?! 

….

A tyrant, known to be the city's infamous playboy. 
As an executive assistant, she was forced to work under him by the most cruel twist of fate.

If losing her job overnight was a nightmare, then working under a boss like Desmond Fort was hell. He was an arrogant narcissist with an ego bigger than the whole of Imperium city, but that was not what angered her the most. 

The most infuriating fact was that despite his constant assholery, her heart seemed to stupidly skip a beat every time he gazed at her with those devilishly charming eyes. 
She knew she was making a mistake but that didn't stop her from sinking deeper and deeper into his charm. 


All she wanted now was to leave! But leaving hell was not nearly as easy as getting in.

The Tyrant's Wife

Evan was curious about their little exchange, finding it odd that Desmond had changed his mind and agreed to his meeting with Zaria simply because of a text message from her. He wanted to know what she had told him, but at the same time, he knew that they would not answer him even if he asked—she would have said it out loud if it was meant for his ears.

Even so, he couldn't stop his brain from running wild. Did the lady give an excuse because she wanted to see him so badly again? The strangest thing was that Desmond had always been the one to give instructions and forcefully change people's minds. He never took no for an answer and it was impossible to sway him once he made a decision. It made one wonder just what a capable assistant—or partner—she was, to be able to convince him so fast.

"About Samantha." Evan pulled them back to the main point.

Who dares to leave a golf course without playing golf?