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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

Samantha had an inexplicable smile glued onto her face as she faced the guests, and Desmond had a gut feeling that trouble was brewing.

"Should I stop her?" Natalie suggested as she also didn't have a good feeling about the look on Samantha's face.

"Let her be. It's her banquet, after all." Desmond dismissed. If his sister had a brain, she would know better than to mess with him in such a setting, so he somehow wanted to believe that this whole charade had nothing to do with him.

"Extinguished guests, thank you for attending this banquet." Samantha smiled. "Allow me to use this chance to invite my brother, Jaime."

When she finished speaking, she gestured her hand towards the entrance that was on her right. A man in a cream tuxedo walked in and stood beside Samantha, taking the microphone while muttering an audible "Thanks, sis."

Noticed (By the beauty)